<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:30:05.508+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Problem of Choice</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-5310550961425909635</id><published>2011-02-19T12:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-19T12:35:29.121+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bangalore in my dream</title><content type='html'>I got down from the BIA airport. Bangalore airport has been very populous in recent times. The Green line that will take me to silk board was an easy find within the crowd. I got into the waiting metro train. I still have some balance in my NammaB card , enough to pay for the ticket cost. While the metro was crossing the Hebbal lake, I wished  to jump from the metro and swim for a while in the greenish waters of the lake like all others. The picnic goers were carrying their tents,boxes and  the fishing enthusiasts were tightening their poles for the evening catch. The boating has been stopped by the authority on weekdays so that the ducks and birds in the lake will have a good time at least on the weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the metro was the the Marthahalli suburb. The busy IT district is always colorful with so many cool and energetic people around it. With so many product companies around,  most of the crowd was mostly casually dressed. The colorful attires  of people distinguishes itself from EC district where people are more formally dressed as it is more known as the hub for most of the service related companies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me little more than 20 minutes to reach silk board square. Silk board is the southern end of Greater Bangalore District. The Greater Bangalore district is now an autonomous body to administer the busiest part of the Bangalore. The four wheelers are restricted from 8AM - 9 PM into the district. The walking from the Silk Board to BTM should not take me more than 15 minutes. Along with many other people I started walking. The footpaths are now filled with small joints selling mostly ice cream, newspaper, flowers etc. The two feet wide yellow line on my right was reserved for cyclists. It seems to be the only cyclist highway in India declared by the administrative council. Cyclists were having a difficult time riding within it with the up slope lying ahead of them. The funny part was the dress they were wearing. The suit that was still hanging from their shoulders where as the pant has been replaced with a half shorts.The administrative council is caring enough to keep sufficient number of bicycles at the Silk Board metro junction for rent and also has built a quick changing room along with it. This facility is a lot helpful to the techies from EC (Electronic City) district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walk from Silk board to BTM seems to be filled with so many events. I stopped for a while to watch the students  playing the Devdas Play in the lawns of Silks Board. The boyz were in white dhotis and girls were wearing red colored sarees. The Bengali way of wearing sarees made the play look so beautiful. The scene of the Paro's first visit to her mother's house and visiting Dev reminds me the my time legend Shahrukh Khan. There was good enough crowd enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the time the adoption of Veena and Tabla has found a sweet harmony in Indian music. Under the thick banyan trees that landmarks the BTM's old bus stop there were 2 musicians doing a jugalbandi. One on Sarangi and other on Tabla was enjoying each other's company thoroughly. The atmosphere was though competitive with most part of the audience cheering the tabla player, the Sarangi player was the one I liked more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the immediate left to enter into the BTM residential lane and  it suddenly started drizzling. With all the time the Bangalore weather is still the same, always unpredicatable in nature like one's wife. Everyone except me were having a long overcoat. The black overcoat with the round hats filled the surrouding with many Sam Desilva from old hindi serial Tehkikat. I waited inside the local snacks store. With the hot Gobi Manchurian getting ready, I had a plate of Gobi Manchurian and a Chickoo juice. By the time I was done with snacks the rain had stopped, the sun was setting and i started moving for my den. She opened the door with a happy smile to welcome me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-5310550961425909635?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/5310550961425909635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=5310550961425909635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/5310550961425909635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/5310550961425909635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2011/02/bangalore-in-my-dream.html' title='Bangalore in my dream'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-5144831200538712136</id><published>2010-11-14T10:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:40:45.055+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Suu Kyi , An introductory course of interent</title><content type='html'>As a teenager I was big time inspired by late Biju babu's act of courage to rescue Indonesian leader Sjahrir﻿ during Indonesian freedom movement. I was told that, Biju patnaik lifted Sjahrir one handed from a building top to his helicopter and flew him back to India. When i got to know about Suu Kyi's house arrest in 2006, I felt the need of a similar act. The reason was big enough. She fought for the freedom of Burmese people and freedom of people from their state of mind is a strong enough reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started dreaming different ways to rescue her. Like she is roaming in the sea beach, I just appear on a Dolphin and rescue her.Or how about using Harry's broom stick or pot key. Sadly, as she is released now, all those dreams are destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy news to see Suu Kyi released from house arrest. Accepting 15 years of arrest so that the vision stays alive is a wow thing. As a matter of fact, she had no provision to use internet and TV and no media things of same type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suu, allow me to enlighten you with few things before tomorrow's speech of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 3-5  days of your speech, everyone will know what you said. You will be informed that your video is maximum viewed in youtube.No you__tube is not a big piping system to send news and speeches across the countries. It is not even similar to the one you get water in your house twice a day.Also It is also not like the oil pipeline we have between Iran and India. You are wrong Suu.it is an internet video sharing site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how will you tweet Suu.Unlike your thoughts it is not the new kind of bird found in amazon forest which can speak English. It is actually a short information push engine on internet. And Obama and David uses it to reach to their followers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you be in facebook Suu ? Well, you do not even have an email id. There was no email thing back in 1990 when you went to house arrest. No suu, you can't send a postal letter to facebook office, they do not accept such things. I suggest you take a GNIIT course and know basics of internet.And what would you have done with facebook."Social Networking" is not about staying in a company of only 4 people for 15 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact I smile at you of not knowing about sms. Let me inform you about few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suu, mutual funds are subjected to market risk and you should read the offer documents before hand. If you recharge for 500 Rs Airtel volucher, your sms will be 30 paise per sms but after each sms you will get another sms from airtel about your lucky number of the day or horoscope for the day. The charge is Rs 3 per sms and its a value added service. If you want to disable these values,  dial customer care and make sure to press 1 for burmese and 2 for english. One more thing, first 1.75 lakh of your income is not taxable. next 5 lakh is 20%. Earn that much we will talk about other tax options later. After 10.30 PM meter pe 1.5 times extra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more suu, Surf excel thinks... acche kaam karte karte agar daag lag jaye.. to woh daag achha hai. You are my lady Suu Kii.. Long live you.. This is dedicated to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-5144831200538712136?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/5144831200538712136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=5144831200538712136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/5144831200538712136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/5144831200538712136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-suu-kyi-introductory-course-of.html' title='To Suu Kyi , An introductory course of interent'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-2966990653838857091</id><published>2010-08-05T01:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-05T02:02:20.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Love Us</title><content type='html'>It just amazed me when i heard the phrase "I love us" today for the first time. I felt it to be a little truer, practical as well than the phrase "I love you". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some reasoning s. For me its getting very difficult to get out of the feeling I love myself the most, idea. Everyday I wake up to be myself , to enjoy what I am gonna to do today. I see places that I like to see,laugh at me and experience all those crazy things. They all just happen because i love myself the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound a little selfish, ha, but that's fact for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day people fall for someone[I will/might fall for someone]. They love someone other than self. The phrase changes over-nightly for them to i love u [As i have seen in the movie]. Just only u, what happened to loving yourself as well. Is not it a little unbelievable, I mean such a harsh transition. It can't be so true that you just stopped loving yourself from the very next day. There can be some imbalance initially like u love yourself a little less and your lover a little more, but u surely love yourself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how about the the phrase "I love us". myself and from today you as well.I think I cracked it and this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-2966990653838857091?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/2966990653838857091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=2966990653838857091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2966990653838857091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2966990653838857091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-love-us.html' title='I Love Us'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-749750130188880802</id><published>2010-07-24T01:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:09:32.832+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Memory of a Midnight</title><content type='html'>The title of the blog might hav been stolen from sideney sheldon but the content of this blog is one of my most memorable nights in NITK , our hunt for the last 4 years .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our placement season and there was a warm wind blowing everyday in the final block with the news , who got in today , and where is the celebration party for the night .It was a good time with everday parties as well made us feel "&lt;em&gt;mera number kab ayega&lt;/em&gt;" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above words were true for all we three , sitting in room -145 , satya , sumit and me .Satya from electronics , sumit from mech and me from IT .  Though we three were not perfectly same in all patterns , but the bond we created for the last 4 years in engg. was something different.Each had a separate circle of friends ,where he hunts for day long ,still when it comes to watch  Sholay, or those  oriya album videos from satya's first year collections or those unspeakable senti stories of our old school days or may it be pulling each others' legs , we were all together . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Room -145 has differnt kind of environment in itself ,i'll just give u the hybrid collection of master pieces it had .One wall of it was full of picture of deities from Lord Siva to Hanuman, which i always feel emabarrassed ,while watching the hot videos the collection i had unknown to neone else .i usually keep my back to the wall .We had perfectly placed my comp in one corner well connected it to the LAN as well TV connection for 24x7 entertainment hub. A bed which was always occupied by sumit ,as an inborn right ,Staya on floor ,and me on tht small wooden chair whose one leg was already broken that always disturbs me whenever  i try to concentrate on the video in our computer .We still had one corner left , which we thought of putting study materials .So a rack was placed there for the sake of books and truly speaking that was the corner from where most of the dusts keep coming and made us feel the room needs cleaning .    &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;Now , it was oneday  may be 10th august ,the room got 3 interview calls one for each of us . Satya and sumit got thru TATA Motors apti and me thru Trilogy . It was like, all tried convincing one another the previous nite , how important the the coming day can be , and now  we three were busy for the first time in this sem. I started looking at the long forgotten DS fundas tree,dfs,bfs and satya as always started searching his in those tronix books which were always alien to him and  i doubt he got something on that day.I  think Sumit was quite confidant  of  his interview  ,the most freky  guy  among we  three but with an winning personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2pm both of them went for their interview , whereas i left for my interview to mangalore around 3 .My interview  was in Taj since the company felt the casualness might make ourself feel free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached in the hotel room ,some of the folks were already got  interviewed  and looked tensed which  immediately inceased my heart beat looking at those faces ,the HR made us sit in the sofa.The interview was in another room and 4 of the interviews were over and since ,i was the 9th one, i had 2 hrs before they call me .I started collecting the fundas, asking to others abt their time in the interview but all were pretty serious which was just adding more tension to me .I think the HR lady felt the same. I didn't miss the opportunith to rate her 7 in NITK scale but was fine in that room.She switched on TV and kept MTV to ease the situation with some good music, typical hr thoughts. I strated watching the songs , the funny ads and that was the time i forgot form some hrs why i am here.It was then,the butler got the coffee and i got to hav a free cup of coffee at Taj. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having coffee ,someone called "smruti ,verma will take ur interview".I looked at the guy, and  my mind flashed that i am here for the interview . But during  the hours, i had relaxed myself and with all coolness , i went with the guy .How was the interview is a big question ?In my opinion it was quite heavy ,with some fundoo algos expecting the answers from me on that day,for which i can say now , I never made myself to swim in those deep oceans .But my  answers were also right.I think i missed the point when he asked me to think some alternate solution to the same problems. Forget it ! I  got my result card thre itself and u know what .I was pretty satisfied with my performance, caught the bus to college .It was around 7.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till , the time i was in college , the TATA interview was over and results were out .Sumit  got placed in TATA motors , Satya  couldn't .It was sumit who opened the innings for Orissa party, for which we had long long intra-party faltoo discussions .The room 145 was blocked on its entrance ,with a carton  of  daru,cold-drinks ,chicken-65 and everthing alse .I was quite excited and hugged sumit ,who was in in flying mood..these days also he flies but with something else. The first thing he asked was abt my interview which is the best thing among us i.e caring for one  another .I just told him it was fine and lets celebrate.Truly , i got the right mood to forget the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then i serached for Satya , having a chicken piece in one hand and a beer in another . My mind flashed with many presumptions like whether he is upset , he might hav gone to the beach , Shuld i go to the beach and something something .It might be because i was having a feeling of 3 diff situations and some beer inside.Where i am lost but fine ,sumit in celebrating mood and satya didnt make and may be upset .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was over in the block and sumit went with his group to some near by dhaba for food .I stayed in the room and around 11 satya was back .i was in full tension and asked abt where were he for all these time ,the strange answer i got is the whole kernel of this blog that made me remember the moment .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told he went to Palkhi after the result .Palkhi is the best  resturant in mangalore and our favourite place since its food is unanimously the best one in mangalore, which  never mattered for us that we r in the costliest resturant also. Anyone can guess from Satya's physiche that he is a voracious eater as well as a great lover of good food. He told me then that he had veg biriyani and malai kofta  ,which was like heaven .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though , i was now relaxed but couldn't imagine how he decided to go to 22kms far frm college after all this and I asked him so .For which the answer was ,the performance in interview was more than he expected but the TATA ppl  decided not to take any tronix guy and he was not selected .After all this, he was in no mood to add up this disappointment by having the all-time bad mess food  .So in order to forget  it out and for having a nice evening as well a night he went to palkhi.This was Satya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satya got in ABB  after 2 days ,where he is working presently and me the next day after his in JUNO online and i dont remember which was the movie i saw that night with satya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-749750130188880802?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/749750130188880802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=749750130188880802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/749750130188880802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/749750130188880802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2010/07/memory-of-midnight.html' title='Memory of a Midnight'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-2380802151648581022</id><published>2010-07-15T20:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-15T20:28:52.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The song - Wear Sunscreen</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '99&lt;br /&gt;"WEAR SUNSCREEN!"&lt;br /&gt;If I could offer you only one tip for the future, "sunscreen" would be it.&lt;br /&gt;The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,&lt;br /&gt;whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.&lt;br /&gt;I will dispense this advice NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, never mind.&lt;br /&gt;You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself&lt;br /&gt;and recall in a way you can't grasp now&lt;br /&gt;how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.&lt;br /&gt;You are not as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the future.&lt;br /&gt;Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective&lt;br /&gt;as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind,&lt;br /&gt;The kind that blindsides you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be reckless with other people's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.&lt;br /&gt;The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember compliments you receive.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the insults.&lt;br /&gt;If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters.&lt;br /&gt;Throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stretch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of calcium.&lt;br /&gt;Be kind to your knees.&lt;br /&gt;You'll miss them when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll divorce at 40.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do,don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.&lt;br /&gt;Your choices are half chance.&lt;br /&gt;So are everybody else's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you have nowhere to do it but your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.&lt;br /&gt;Do not read beauty magazines.&lt;br /&gt;They will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brother and sister together we'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there&lt;br /&gt;I know that you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be there just helping you out&lt;br /&gt;whenever I can..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents.&lt;br /&gt;You never know when they'll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings.&lt;br /&gt;They're your best link to your past&lt;br /&gt;and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go,but with a precious few you should hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle,&lt;br /&gt;because the older you get,the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live in "New York City" once,but leave before it makes you hard.&lt;br /&gt;Live in "Northern California" once,but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths:&lt;br /&gt;Prices will rise.Politicians will philander.&lt;br /&gt;You, too, will get old.&lt;br /&gt;And when you do,you'll fantasize that when you were young,&lt;br /&gt;prices were reasonable,politicians were noble,&lt;br /&gt;and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have a trust fund.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse.&lt;br /&gt;But you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair &lt;br /&gt;or by the time you're 40 it will look 85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy,but be patient with those who supply it.&lt;br /&gt;Advice is a form of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal,&lt;br /&gt;wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But trust me on the sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brother and sister together we'll make it through,&lt;br /&gt;Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there&lt;br /&gt;I know that you've been hurting, but I've been waiting to be there for you&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be there just helping you out&lt;br /&gt;whenever I can..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's Free,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's Free...&lt;br /&gt;To Feel Good! Like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-2380802151648581022?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/2380802151648581022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=2380802151648581022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2380802151648581022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2380802151648581022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2010/07/song-wear-sunscreen.html' title='The song - Wear Sunscreen'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-77040226691926064</id><published>2010-02-21T17:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:07:08.219+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Game of 29</title><content type='html'>I got a pack of playing cards bought it at the local grocery store,&lt;br /&gt;And took it to the trip to mahabaleswar with all my  friends.&lt;br /&gt;We were a group of 4 and wanted to kill the journey time,&lt;br /&gt;and then the blanket was laid and cards shuffled.&lt;br /&gt;That was "the" start of game of 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the desire for an endless journey and no sense of tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I saw friendships getting built and partnerships happening.&lt;br /&gt;I saw relationships taking shape and mobile numbers exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;I saw strategies working out and assumptions falling back.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the nightmare of "singles" hand and restlessness of morning to come.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the social acceptance of drinkers and a green signal to be in the league.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the game of 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw people learning the game and tough fighting happen.&lt;br /&gt;I saw people taking breaks and heirs coming in place.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the saddest face smiling and the transformation of dadagiri to mentorgiri.&lt;br /&gt;I saw teams getting built and the bitching in the back&lt;br /&gt;I saw the genuine words of respect and speech of admiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the game of 29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the change in partners with all spirits of the fun&lt;br /&gt;I saw the repenting faces for one mistake and the ask of forgiveness for the  first mistake&lt;br /&gt;I saw the test of luck and abundance of fun&lt;br /&gt;I saw the non-belief in god and the curse given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in the table of game of "29".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lyrics inspired from summer of 69. Thankfulness to all my friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-77040226691926064?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/77040226691926064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=77040226691926064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/77040226691926064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/77040226691926064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2010/02/game-of-29.html' title='Game of 29'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-8093703262828356078</id><published>2010-01-01T20:38:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:28:39.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Idea of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;There are moments that are unforgettable, that are defining .. moments that had imapcted my character. For me they are best happy things.I laugh at me thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love sittting near a passing stream few meters away from its source, taking pictures of birds and animals, watching life of villagers in the remote mountains, walking past those beautiful valleys. I can sit for hours in the jam packed bus if it is going on the bank of jamuna in uttarkashi else if going over the brahmaputra to itanagar or in the bank of teesta if going to gangtok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When sitting on those rafts and waiting to jump into the freezing water, no fear can stop me of getting drowned or catching cold. It makes me feel as if this is the moment of pleasure I always was waiting for. You do them again and againg, they all are wonderful experiences in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The breathing problem during the camps never tires my mind and only could defeat my body.I laugh at it. I remember the conversation during the most tiring experience in a cycle trip to lamayuru. We were supposed to cover 13 kms upward slope, and it was like hell. The perseverence was at test and I quitted. Vinuth made me realise what all we had read about the place and how beautiful it gonna be. Lamayuru is a place all surrounded by mountains. Each mountain was of different color and when the moonlight fills the sky in the, the contrasting effect of each color left us spellbound. In the middle we were standing on the oldes buddhist monastry in ladakh. A similar feeling came, when I was in talhouti in a kedarkanth trek and met with snowfall. All the surrounding mountains got covered with black coluds and it was a wonderous view. I am afraid any camera could capture it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that the love to go back to such places and search for the happiness will inspire me for ever. I would get lost there oneday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477693369074907410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FABwdWj_7cY/TAStGNw4-RI/AAAAAAAAETg/puWdYzdrM4k/s400/Ladakh-1131.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-8093703262828356078?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/8093703262828356078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=8093703262828356078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/8093703262828356078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/8093703262828356078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2010/01/idea-of-happiness.html' title='An Idea of Happiness'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FABwdWj_7cY/TAStGNw4-RI/AAAAAAAAETg/puWdYzdrM4k/s72-c/Ladakh-1131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-2325127072758452446</id><published>2009-11-30T20:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T08:16:41.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Big 'B'</title><content type='html'>Have you ever felt a desperate feeling to reach the land ?&lt;br /&gt;Like when you are in an aeroplane for more than the time you expected or in a river cruise not able to reach the shore. I get such feeling while crossing really long river bridges for first time and somedays back the feeling surfaced again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the bus to tezpur, a city in assam. Between the trees on both sides the bus just entered the bridge that is guarded at both ends by army jawans. I saw the river below and felt the height at which the bridge stands. The distant boats were looking like a stick and the man in it like an ant. It was an early morning bus, the visibility was low. After soemtime when I tried to find out how much of the bridge is left to be covered, the fog was blocked my vision. It almost took 6-8 minutes to cover the bridge. I usually get scared after 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 minute stats came from my first experience with a really long river bridge. I used to be a kid then.While going to my village, our bus enters the mahanadi river bridge in the city cuttack.The height at which the bridge stands scares me. The height was meant to protect the bridge from regular floods. The bumpy road shakes me a lot. If I fall doen from the bridge, there is a less than 2% chance of survival.Still 2% because, some year before a bus had fallen down from the bridge and 1 guy survived out of 50. Everytime i cross the bridge, i cross check the milestone that indicates the length to be 1.7 km.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a long time I had the feeling that mahanadi bridge is "the one long bridge" and then I saw the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a beautiful august morning my train was stopping at rajmundry station.I remembered my mom's instruction to throw a coin at the river godavari that was about to come. The train left the station and moments later I heard the sound of the train moving over the bridge.When I saw the scenic view of the river, I was lost. So big and beautiful. Unlike mahanadi, the river was filled with water and the distant view of the city, the fishemarn catching the fish was amazing. Then I relaized we have not yet crossed the bridge. My heart missed a bit and I became restless in search of the the land. It took some more time for the 2.7 km bridge to end and I reached the land safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then few days back I saw that third river bridge over mighty brahmaputra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sense fear shaked my heart while crossing over the Big 'B'. The 3.5 km bridge is really an enginnering master piece and a long standing symbol of victory of human over branhmaputra. I was happy to see the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, someone told me that there is a 5.5 km bridge over ganga connecting hazipur to patna. Man , is it so !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-2325127072758452446?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/2325127072758452446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=2325127072758452446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2325127072758452446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2325127072758452446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-b.html' title='The Big &apos;B&apos;'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-2033961238071740713</id><published>2009-11-01T17:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:53:11.051+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The variable Temp</title><content type='html'>Someyear back my grandfather had come from village to visit our house. He was lost in the colony. All houses were so alike for him.When I caught him, he was explaining  a stranger about a house with a banyan tree infront of it and beneth the tree a black cow always used to rest. I could not stop smiling on his silliness.But I forgot to realize how such an old fellow did the mistake of recogniging the differnece between what is temp and what is permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   System,process,custom,tradition,society,rules,regulations are some of the common things that stay constant, others change. Person who used to be silly becomes wise. Long hairs become short. Tshirst got replaced by suites. Eyes that could see the other end of the river once, search for the boat to cross it now. Pillion riders become car owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Temp is not constant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-2033961238071740713?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/2033961238071740713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=2033961238071740713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2033961238071740713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2033961238071740713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2009/11/variable-temp.html' title='The variable Temp'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-2501992636454541415</id><published>2009-09-08T20:30:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:31:03.437+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape</title><content type='html'>The escape scene using motocycle was quite inspiring one in the movie great escape and had kept its mark in the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday me and Rakesh tried to escape to pune from hyderabad on a thunderbird bullet.A 550 km oneway journey planned to be completed in 11 hours. We could complete only 480 and came back, but with so many experiences. It will stay as an awesome feeling within me for sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I experienced the riding at 100 kmph speed for continuous 30 - 45 minutes. I had an illusion about the highway side dhabas, their ambience, food and how happening they are. Always wanted to experience it.What I found is really worse food and pretty gloomy in late nights. Just realised what luck is , when our bike got punctured in the middle of the highway, we were pushing the 200 kg bike up the slope and just found a village withing 15 minutes with no hope within. Another instance, when you are speeding at 90 kmph to overtake the truck and then you find the distant head light from the approaching truck is getting brighter each second and you need to do it in next 5 seconds. You need to accelarate to to overtake the truck to go to the safe left zone OR declerate to be on the left and the rider decides to overtake. You sitting at the back seat just have trust and hope left with you and you cross both the trucks in the same way the third line intersects the 2 parallel lines in 2D geometry and I realised what is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept in a lodge in the village. The words that can perfectly describe the lodge is "the decent lodge in hindi movis Jab we met". The face down and ass up position was my first experience in sleeping in that pose. Usually i sleep facing up. Why such a pose, because sitting on the bike for whole day is real pain in the ass. If you are using the term and have not felt it , advise you to do this stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some beautiful scenaries , helpful villagers and rain was our part of the journey.We never felt of not able to make it to pune and coming back from 70 kms before pune. It was just a point we wanted to reach, but i think got all we wanted from the bike trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biking ka bhoot bhi utar gaya.The end is same as it happened with Steve MacQueen in the movie Great Escape. He could not jump over the german border and smiled at soldiers to wait for the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-2501992636454541415?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/2501992636454541415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=2501992636454541415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2501992636454541415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2501992636454541415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-escape.html' title='The Great Escape'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-6016139526890433182</id><published>2009-06-29T01:26:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-29T03:19:23.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>london tube</title><content type='html'>My memories are fresh as i am on my way back home after a week long trip to london. I am penning down here the experience and opinion on london.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London is a very multi-ethinic city... my workplace had people from 7 different countries.. like one guy's gf is chinese and father from west-indies and mother from ireland. People can be seen wearing a huge variety of clothes. May also be due to presence of lot of travellers. but some office going crowd were also good at their dressing.. a wide variety of dresses by boyz or girls.. colorful and refreshing one to eyes. Intially I was uncomfortable with the short and revelaing clothes by ladies, but just got used to it in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100's of restaurants, i had some food varieties like mexican, japanese, arabic, thai, chinese, sushi, hungarian, itlaian. I did not try any indian food btw.One thing they all have adapted from british culture is wine. Wine has become an esential part of the dinner. i had an agenda to try all varieties of scotch ..but later settled in good old style wines and ciders(a type of beer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i did not like is the priority for wearing a suit. Lot of people were observed to judge people by their dressing style. A suit and a pair of formal shoes was always expected whenever i was dining in any good restaurant. Got convinced that "bread" is infact one of the top 10 inventions of modern world. Unless in india where bread is only available on packets, the western society has really experimented in bread and has come with a wide variety of foods related to bread. So they all love bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot of gardens in london, saw a lot of people either running or cycling to their workplace. infact some were wearing a suit, half pant and cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got really excited about world war 2. Till now it was just a 4 page short passage in my 9th class history book. Almost all of britain's monuments has their history related to the WW2. the war room, the military house, buckingham palace, the wesminster road to dedicate women's involvement in WW2, st paul's cathedral for american and brtish soldiers. One thing i am going to do is spend sometime to read about WW2 and churchill before i lose interest in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little confusused about the so called "public display of affection" by young couples...smooching, pressing the butts. Do not consider this question as my desperation attempt to protest. But my german gave an opinion  that, its just a part of an culture but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least the tube and the oyster card. A 20 pound card is perfect for a london traveller to go to any place. The condolsence meet at trafalgar suquare an Michael jackson's death was worth witnessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye london&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-6016139526890433182?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/6016139526890433182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=6016139526890433182' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/6016139526890433182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/6016139526890433182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2009/06/london-tube.html' title='london tube'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-1662173190708701136</id><published>2009-04-19T09:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-01T13:59:56.431+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Excited , Enrgized and Humble</title><content type='html'>Today I am on a thanksgiving spree to all those developers, who are great or grand at their work, but still they outbeat themselves everyday by proving them again and again. They inspire a lot of people unknowlingly with their attitude to the work. They are so polite in their words and show such a curosity to listen to the minds. The way, they impact anything at hand  with their sincere involvement make me wonder how can they have so much time for everything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I communicate with a lot of them directly or indirectly over emails and chats. Really admire how could they know so much. I tracked few of them, started reading all of their email, their pattern to start , talked with few over chart. This made me admire them more and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are thankful to everything they learnt new.They dont need anyone to ask them to get involved in a problem. They are proactive jumpers. No answer from them is half hearted. They do detail confirmation on what they are actually saying. Never overstate a hypothesis to prove their ego. With all these qualities they also happen to be awesome listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The agenda should never be to show your manager, what you are doing. You being sincere to your work and working without any boundries are the real way to do it. Strive to do all you can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-1662173190708701136?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/1662173190708701136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=1662173190708701136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/1662173190708701136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/1662173190708701136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2009/04/excited-enrgized-and-humble.html' title='Excited , Enrgized and Humble'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-6726634953538206611</id><published>2009-01-31T00:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T08:51:08.944+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Warkaphilic</title><content type='html'>I am handling complex stuff..&lt;br /&gt;In the early years of my job i.e the first 2 years, I used to believe its the energy that brings momentum in a work, Now I also think its the strategy that contributes more. I reached a place, where people are very proffessional about the work, they think they should do what they can, and then go home, chill out. I learnt, its about the sincerity to the work not the seriousness. The work needs to be the best , no compromise. I thank my mentor for made me realize that release of the product/ meeting deadline is a less priority , rather meeting quality and market expectation is a higher one. reward and recognistion just follows.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I argue till I die to prove my point, when I am right I made the team agree to me. I dont tolerate a 15 minute delay in cricket score , when a match is going in between ind vs Sl.Any delay in showing a stale score is going to hamper my customer, the dev lead shouted at me to be so aggressive. But this aggressiveness is what my customer want from me.&lt;br /&gt;Work is personal again. I am committed to beat google.&lt;br /&gt;In aday to day job, I meet a lot of people who are diplomatic, less transparent in doing a task , and thinks its the manager whom they need to prove themselves. They  write a doc in the proper format, arrange meetings to show the procedure is followed, attend meeting and put useless comments to show they are not sleeping. I dont attend such meetings where I am not going to understand it, I think my lead is going to support me , but otherwise also I am fine. I am seeing the new perspectives of my life, where I have to outperform the benchmark which I set for myself rather proving me against my manager.&lt;br /&gt;The days are gone, I see making friends with collegues and try to impress them with my jokes. I now try to be a mentor for a task and not a teacher. I think my collegues understand me.&lt;br /&gt;The bottomeline, work is fun and I am there to enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-6726634953538206611?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/6726634953538206611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=6726634953538206611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/6726634953538206611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/6726634953538206611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2009/01/warkaphilic.html' title='Warkaphilic'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-1424184311364974100</id><published>2009-01-16T00:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:23:31.538+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought Repeation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I had an idea. Idea that seems to me cool. It was on peer to peer video distribution network. As i thought deeply, i got more and more excited with in myself. It seemed to me truly original and new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I called my friend, to find out how good he thinks it is. He listened to it patiently and then said, dude, its already out in the market and working. I tried to add many new things to make him rethink and to convince him that my thoughts  are original.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, I did a google search and I am in shock. Its done same to same as I thought. The question that came to mind was "Have I read it already and trying to lie myself now saying the idea as my orginal thought ?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have not read about this idea anywhere and it just came to mind when i was waiting for my mp3 to get downloaded and same time watching a discovery documentry that I downloaded from torrents after 3 days from starting it, called "Download: The true story of internet". There was this cool story of how napster brought people power to the internet playground.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally, I was  wondering how the first person would have got this thought as I got it today. Would he have just got it randomly as I did. Actullay, these ideas never come in random, there is a correlation matrix s/w that runs in background in our mind. This tiny s/w actually corelate two independent set of information, observation and experiene of the human and deduce these kind of interesting ideas out of the need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-1424184311364974100?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/1424184311364974100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=1424184311364974100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/1424184311364974100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/1424184311364974100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2009/01/thought-repeation.html' title='Thought Repeation'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-7053338087168938878</id><published>2009-01-06T11:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:46:30.221+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trip Planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do some trekking. The last day of any trek make our group cherish all our experience. The instances we suffered most and the variety of experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We also discuss another interesting topic. Where to go next? This make us figure out the places, that will be more interesting than all the collective expereience of the current one. A good strategy, I think !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The palces we shortlisted after our ladakh trip are Kenya, Andaman, Scotland or Arunachal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to many jungles in india. They are national sanctuary where wild animals get safe habitat and live on human mercy.They are scared of humans and that is not the way mighty Lion want to spend his whole life. I never felt any fear deep in my heart though I was in the biggest tiger sanctury of india once. I think, Lion is the king of the jungle and anyone entering into its kingdom should be scared of his life. This will come, once you enter the national Sanctuary in Kenya. The Lions, the elephants with those big ears, zebras, rhinos , chitas … man awesome… keep your eyes open. Jungle is not to drink beer and chill out. You are in mercy of the King Lion, respect him. [ I think like this after watching discovery and internet]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andaman has a nice underwater sea diving facility. Giganctic himalayan ranges ihas the mightiness. The same way an island in the mid of an ocean will give us an experience of adventure feel, then the calmness I used to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scotland brings the experience of beautiful europe. Along with that the scotch and the Scottish skirt calls to go to Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Himalayas, the zanskar range in ladakh where K2 rules, the garwal ranges in Uttaranchal where nandadevi and everest rules ,the eastern ranges in Sikkim with Kanchenjunga. One thing is missing, how will it be the where the mighty himalaya has lost its strength and surrennders in front of the great brahmaputra. Where Brahmaputra is able to cross Himalayas and flows in Assam. That will be Arunachal, deep valleys and a chill climate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see which is going to happen this time, deadline – Sept 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-7053338087168938878?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/7053338087168938878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=7053338087168938878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/7053338087168938878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/7053338087168938878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2009/01/trip-planning.html' title='Trip Planning'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-795511326755584237</id><published>2008-11-02T19:58:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:52:00.312+05:30</updated><title type='text'>House for shelter</title><content type='html'>My GrnadFather was a farmer.He had acres of agriculture land.In the village, he had a house and a big garden behind it with lots of coconut,mango trees, a pond with fishin it all. It was beautiful.The house he used to stay was bult by his father, with 3 rooms, a kitchen and a big balcony infront of the main bedroom for playing cards, village discussions.I liked the whole combo perfect for staying. But this seems not enough for my grandpa, since he had 3 kids[ my father, my uncle and aunt]. He thought about the need of more living space for his kids, since theny will grow up and will get married oneday. Also the rooms were all old styled though they had lovely stone pillar and heavy teak doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oneday he decided a new house and part of the garden was vicitmised in the plan of the house. A concrete house in place of the outfashioned mud house. Now we have all 9 rooms in the village. 3 were already there, 3 more bedrooms for kids, one store room for agricultural goods, a bigger kitchen and one welcome hall. With the time, my aunt got married and lives happily in another village and come sometimes to visit her father's place. My father was educated enough not to take agriculture as profession and was also ambitious. He moved to the city soon with his wife. My grandfather is no more with us. My only uncle still lives in the village with his businees and family. We dont have any production from farming now. Last time I went to village, we all were using total 3 rooms for all of our needs. Most of the rooms were either have unused furnitures or were dusty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father liked the city a lot and with all his savings he bought a new house. It used to have 2 rooms , a kithcen and a hall. it was not big, but enough to accomdate a small family. We had a small garden. 15 years back I used to love it a lot, since it was all beautiful with papaya trees, rose plantations, grassy surface and mom used to grow small tomato plants in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bright sunny day, labourers and contractors dig all our garden. It was a shock to me, but learnt sooner that it is all for us. When we will grow up, we will need more space for living and my father is just enabling that for us. I was happy next day in thought of a bigger house with 4 rooms, 1 hall, 1 kitchen, &gt; 1 toilets. With all of his small savings, it took 9 years for my father to built this 2 storey house. Next year I left bhubaneswar for my engg studies and could not attend the gruha pravesh puja. It never happened since then I stayed in this house for more than 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I went home, I cleaned all my books and sold them. Since I better like to sleep on floor, I could not use the new cot my father has installed in my room. Mom wants to build 2 more rooms on 2nd floor, since the space will be less once I get married. Also with plane flooring and no distemper paint, they look old fashioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my back journey, I was thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a father build a room, that suffers the absense of his son for ever ?&lt;br /&gt;Why no father has yet learnt the needlessness of more living space, since there is laready abundant unutilized rooms ?&lt;br /&gt;Why hope of a person never gets convinced ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.facebook.com/plugins/like.php?href=http%3A%2F%2Fsmrutiparida.blogspot.com%2F2008%2F11%2Fhouse-for-shelter.html&amp;amp;layout=button_count&amp;amp;show_faces=true&amp;amp;width=450&amp;amp;action=like&amp;amp;colorscheme=light&amp;amp;height=21" scrolling="no" frameborder="0" style="border:none; overflow:hidden; width:450px; height:21px;" allowTransparency="true"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-795511326755584237?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/795511326755584237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=795511326755584237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/795511326755584237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/795511326755584237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2008/11/house-for-shelter.html' title='House for shelter'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-6175427795630910396</id><published>2008-10-13T22:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:40:43.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Handwriting</title><content type='html'>Today I was writing a doc and found a new font "MS Gothic". Font that was invented by Apple, I think one is a very creative inventions in the field of document writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I recollect my school days, My odiya teacher used to say, the cow dung looks more beautiful than my handwriting. Then she used put a pen between my index and fore finger and press the fingers till I cry in pain. Was it really the fault of those fingers !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english teacher used to say, a beautiful english letter must look like seeds of vegetable brinzal. Guys do use your imagination here. Never achieved that though, but she always used to cut some of my marks in exam in the hope I will be better oneday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they all had the slightest idea, oneday I will promise to go paperless and use these "font" for all beauty of writing, I would not have suffered then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any teachers, please do not punish the kids for this any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-6175427795630910396?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/6175427795630910396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=6175427795630910396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/6175427795630910396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/6175427795630910396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-handwriting.html' title='My Handwriting'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-4530827387602635845</id><published>2008-09-27T10:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-27T10:30:32.779+05:30</updated><title type='text'>naye log..nayi batein</title><content type='html'>On my trip to Leh, met many interesting people..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in front of my comp I stare at the .NET object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back to my trip, I recollect those interesting people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: A guy was my field director ( no name swamy), a guy someone like Dr Asthana from Munnabhai MBBS. A person who has followed certain rules for a good part of life and beleives discpline and rules is the essential way to lead a life. The guy did not agree to allow us to go out for exploring any place for first 4 days. I requested, explained that I dont have much time, I fougt and I hinted I could have broken the rule and not doing yet. He still was firm.I broke the rule, went for rafting, went to monastries , went to leh city seeing. He got angry, complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: Met a girl from germany. Young, beautiful, calm, student of anthropology on a trip to  Leh with her hunt. She dont feel the cold rather enjoyed it.My first international crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 3: A Naval officer from Indian Navy, Middle aged, handsome, highly energetic. Completed the 6 days cycle trip on leh. An army guys view of the country, his NDA days, how he impressed her lady for the ball game during NDA days. And  his current disatisfaction over the army. to bring the context, years back I was qualified in the NDA exam, but did not go for the SSB interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice experience... It makes me think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-4530827387602635845?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/4530827387602635845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=4530827387602635845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/4530827387602635845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/4530827387602635845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2008/09/naye-lognayi-batein.html' title='naye log..nayi batein'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-5376817767688510531</id><published>2008-09-22T00:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-22T01:18:04.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>22 sitambar</title><content type='html'>Its ma bday... a nice day ...day I feel lucky, I feel special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this year, it will be the most boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why but I feel, its night 12, day is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time is the killer... it shows so many things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I were a child, i would get up early, get new  dress from dad, go to the temple with mom, blessings from God for a bright future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice narayana puja for me, priest will bless me infront of the sacred fire, mom would make lot of sweets and tasty dishes at home. I would distribute choclates to friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister love me more, make me feel special.Noone would complain when I change the TV channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brither would get himself out deliberately on my slow offspin balls, just to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;Dad could not scold us for playing cricket for playing cricket on roof top, since its my bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the summer of 69 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am going to sleep, hope to see you tommorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-5376817767688510531?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/5376817767688510531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=5376817767688510531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/5376817767688510531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/5376817767688510531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2008/09/22-sitambar.html' title='22 sitambar'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-6296605838549546054</id><published>2008-09-02T08:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-02T08:29:55.665+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Month of August</title><content type='html'>Yes, Finally month of August has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended all those farewell parties... friends left me again.. in order to follow their career goals.. as the song pap kehte hain echos... they want to do an MS, some MBA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but standing here, outside my cafetaria hall, i now ask maself, whom should I call from today for lunch with me. Why friends have to leave? When will the hunger of a good career end inside we all. I am no different from all these though I am cribbing now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value friendship a little more than avg and give enugh care to nurture it. I think for them, I sit with them, make them smile. Then also it becomes a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself, I will build only friendship that align to me so that I can hold them for longer time. Hope this happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-6296605838549546054?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/6296605838549546054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=6296605838549546054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/6296605838549546054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/6296605838549546054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2008/09/month-of-august.html' title='Month of August'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-6745492913025591481</id><published>2008-08-15T16:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:45:39.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When My mom outsmarted me</title><content type='html'>Last Feb, I had been to my hometown bhubaneswar. It was a time of rising oil prices, falling stock markets and rising inflation. I was discovering a new investment opportunity that was gold. I was just reading more and more to get convinced of gold trading in market.Gold seemes to be pretty attractive in the coming days to beat inflation and to make gains.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One day, my mother was preparing pan (bettle leaf) and she told me that she wanted money to buy gold. As I was just getting to know more about gold, I answered back that how can she buy gold at this moment as it is so expensive. She told me, its just feb and she is not interested now, However, she wants the money in August.In August the price will be the lowest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just moked my mom's superstition, how she is ignorant of the gold price fluctuations in the NYMEX and how big MBA dudes spend nights to predict the price for their clients. And Sitting with her pan dabba, how can she give such a big statement of decline in gold price after 6 months, when all are saying it will go north-wards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from home, and bought gold at 13K per 10 grams using my trading account. It was mid march. I was pretty convinced at rising of oil prices to 200$ barrel and gold price to 15K. I had a theory of myself to believe in it and lot of expert views and analysis to back it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started checking the price everyday as it was moving up.In July it reached 13800. I was excited with the gains from my investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the unexpected happened. The month of August arrived.Some pulled the price down before I can react to it. If I would have known why, I should have surely written here. As I write this post, gold is trading at 10800 per gram today. Among 12.5% inflation, all my analyst don't have the answer why it went down all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom called today, as she want money to buy gold now. I had no words to tell "NO" to her, How badly she has beaten and outsmarted me. I just told my father to withdraw two times the money she asked me, from my account and give her to buy gold jeweleries for her and in a sense to say sorry for belittling my mother's experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-6745492913025591481?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/6745492913025591481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=6745492913025591481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/6745492913025591481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/6745492913025591481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-my-mom-outsmarted-me.html' title='When My mom outsmarted me'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-4683945426472596127</id><published>2008-04-22T19:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:32:29.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kuch to change chahiye</title><content type='html'>What made us such a coward ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on searching, why we lack the guts ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guts,I see when I see those 25 year freaks in youtube starting companies like 37signals,netvibes,facebook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An american population of mere 200 million produce so many start-uppers and we have a 1 billion population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep ourself happy generating wealth for big companies and stay satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We keep our dreams inside ourselves till we die. What stop us in making them big ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see so many minds in my day to day life, the question keeps popping inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday i come back to work with the feeling, i will get an convincing answer today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that only fear of loss !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why we indians are so afraid ?&lt;br /&gt;We were not when it was 12th century ,we were so smart with maths, science, art, architecture. I don't need to prove this line to neone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think, these mugals and britishers killed changed our genes.Their atrocity killed all our creativity. We turned into just a bunch of sycophants and money lovers.The 300 years of barbarity is the major reason,why we are such a coward today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, correct me if I am wrong [ this line is always present in all my outgoing emails :) ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-4683945426472596127?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/4683945426472596127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=4683945426472596127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/4683945426472596127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/4683945426472596127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-made-us-such-coward-i-keep-on.html' title='Kuch to change chahiye'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-633310440065689377</id><published>2008-03-09T14:49:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:12:56.796+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Think Different</title><content type='html'>Here is to the crazy ones&lt;br /&gt;the misfits. The rebels. The trouble makers&lt;br /&gt;The round pegs in the square holes&lt;br /&gt;The ones who see things differently&lt;br /&gt;They are not fond of rules&lt;br /&gt;And they have no respect for the status quo&lt;br /&gt;You can quote them, disagree with them&lt;br /&gt;glorify or vilify them&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing you cant do...is ignore them&lt;br /&gt;Because they change the things&lt;br /&gt;They push the human race... forward&lt;br /&gt;And while some may see them as the crazy ones...&lt;br /&gt;we see genius&lt;br /&gt;Because the ppl who are crazy enough&lt;br /&gt;to think they can change the world...&lt;br /&gt;are the ones who do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Good..I just love the stuff written..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-633310440065689377?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/633310440065689377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=633310440065689377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/633310440065689377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/633310440065689377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-is-crazy-ones-misfits.html' title='Think Different'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-2156183777150452697</id><published>2008-03-03T00:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:50:49.669+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wanna tell u ...Smruti is a male</title><content type='html'>don't refer me as miss and feel sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave comment to my post, saying..Dear miss and blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahoo chat to haad hi hai... mera mail id login karte public fire karna chalu kar deti hai.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi...then series of buzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I say I am a guy , they don't believe..I sumtimes talk making me as a female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I smruti, smriti or smruthi... outside orissa main pronounciation ka panga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Office wale bi marte hain.. humne socha ladki hai ..saala tu to ladka hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am forced to use "Smruti Ranjan", with all the mail I sent out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi Dad and Mom, I love my name, but agli waar aisa mat kariega plz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-2156183777150452697?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/2156183777150452697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=2156183777150452697' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2156183777150452697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2156183777150452697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wanna-tell-u-smruti-is-male.html' title='I wanna tell u ...Smruti is a male'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-397769063600834002</id><published>2007-09-08T18:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:21:34.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Data and Information.. who wins the fight</title><content type='html'>Difference:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data does not get depreciated with time, but information does. A piece of information that seems to be very much in demand, might lose its value tomorrow like in newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A news is an balanced mix of information and data.Or I would rather say news is information, backed by relevant, reliable as well as credible data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today's world is so empowered with information, I am smarter than u , if I have the same information with me before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't advocate to tell what is more important, since companies of billion dollars run on just Data, and another billion dollar is earned from information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am psyched of these 2 terms, so practicing the difference, by writing down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-397769063600834002?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/397769063600834002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=397769063600834002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/397769063600834002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/397769063600834002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2007/09/data-and-information-who-wins-fight.html' title='Data and Information.. who wins the fight'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-3245230952734685641</id><published>2007-09-04T23:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:04:17.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>google impressions on [the] line</title><content type='html'>Half of the world loves G (the recent ABC book teaches G for Google) and rest half are scared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google is our friend or foe ..the best of world's marketers still have their case studies incomplete.. They r not yet convinced to reach at any conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in a competitors company, every 3 sentence we discussed we say the word "google" once. its not me, even my search head from US who gave a talk recently,was observed doing the same. If google can, why cant we !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I felt (1 year back) is, It empowers me, with its rich set of access to the information. Its a tool or  moreover a service that converts user questions into search queries and maps it to the best result I wished. ( u say within, guru sab janta hai )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But using google no more only means, "extracting information from the internet labrynith", now for me its, revealing more of myself to google/to the internet world. Google knows each and every pattern of my behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pen down a few,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I search max on thursday( on an avg 67).&lt;br /&gt;2. During a day between 11-12 ( max serach queries are fired )&lt;br /&gt;3. It knows many more , what books, what places I search in map( Google knows I have kenya tiger safari in mind)  &lt;br /&gt;4. The trends made me stand still&lt;br /&gt;5. It suggested me few keywords ,websites&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/index.php%3Fname%3DNews%26sid%3D2271&amp;ei=orrdRo-VEpvsqgO7jeHwBQ&amp;sig2=ef_ymv9BOV0jvhplpsjrqQ&amp;zx=UOBreTv0Nhg&amp;ct=rec_up"&gt;CRACKED.com - WTF!?: The 8 Strangest Communities on the Web&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always used to believe on google, but never trust it. I hope we understand the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a technical person, I never wish to make google to behave smarter with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the reason, I dont click on google search results, never directly click on sponsored links.i think google watches each and every query in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say google, Its the machine , the computation algorithms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will not be very far when ppl will claim that, G knows them more than their spouse/ mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, may be guy's will go through their intended spouse's google search trends before going on their date.I think this will really help in understanding the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is because, G will remain to contribute a large part into person's thinking/ shaping of the thoughts and that is where a person exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still imagine, one day I will type www.google.com, and reply will be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you want search for the result of "_________", here are your answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey man not an impossible thing, google will give u the answer before u type the question&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-3245230952734685641?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/3245230952734685641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=3245230952734685641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/3245230952734685641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/3245230952734685641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2007/09/google-impressions-on-line.html' title='google impressions on [the] line'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-2448626691254195318</id><published>2007-08-18T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:06:21.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>cooker story</title><content type='html'>I always loved and excited about cooking altogether..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing is..I burnt my hand yesterday while making dal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pained a lot before sleeping, but the brave man fought back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I made a personal record..for taking the least time to cook today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started at 12:47 PM and finished it at 1:23 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thats is exactly 36 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I cooked, not very great but nevertheless less also for single person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rice&lt;br /&gt;-dal fry&lt;br /&gt;-alu potal fry ( parwal in hind)&lt;br /&gt;-egg omlette&lt;br /&gt;-papad&lt;br /&gt;-cucumber salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah photo is taken..in my cell phone camera... will try to upload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun to do..and I thought 4 flames gas stove might might improve my record..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cons of cooking is always..dishwashing after having food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I was thinking, A dishwaher must be the most useful scientific invention for housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to buy one very soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy cooking[:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-2448626691254195318?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/2448626691254195318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=2448626691254195318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2448626691254195318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2448626691254195318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-always-loved-and-excited-about.html' title='cooker story'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-4212855736322661955</id><published>2007-08-04T17:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:55:54.238+05:30</updated><title type='text'>sorry.am committed</title><content type='html'>if [ committed ] not for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting lunch time discussion between me and my three other lunch partner R and N and A.btw A is committed, hence thinks it a nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why all girls in this world say they are committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N discovered this and also wanted our expert opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also convinced us, this can be an Analytical Writing essay Question in GMAT :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have to give all fundamental reasoning and examples in the favor or against the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before R put forth his theory, i must say R used to like physics some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R put up his theory something like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See N, every girl likes to be in state of equilibrium. But the external unidentified forces are the factors that makes its impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: what are the forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: forces : lot of proposals, peer pressure or frequent orkut visit of boys to the girls profile can be taken as an example of such forces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: So what happens then ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: So girls enter into a quasistatic state.This state is called girls are committed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N was looking quite curious,But I was just laughing inside myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, R continues: since,a quasistatic state is unbalanced in nature. It will always come back to the original state after certain time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that means ne girl who is committed now, will be soon or late will ook for sumone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get disheartned, tera bhi number aaega &lt;br /&gt;So, A convinces N to keep trying :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-4212855736322661955?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/4212855736322661955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=4212855736322661955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/4212855736322661955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/4212855736322661955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorryam-committed.html' title='sorry.am committed'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-2822925907157484090</id><published>2007-07-22T14:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:40:51.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Slides say it all</title><content type='html'>Some of the very interesting slideshows, I ve ever seen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hav a look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="https://s3.amazonaws.com:443/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=33834&amp;doc=shift-happens-23665" width="425" height="348"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://s3.amazonaws.com:443/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=33834&amp;doc=shift-happens-23665" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another on on Panipuri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to say anything..since the presentation says it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="https://s3.amazonaws.com:443/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=38134&amp;doc=panipuri-an-introduction-to-perfection-in-food-design-27986" width="425" height="348"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://s3.amazonaws.com:443/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=38134&amp;doc=panipuri-an-introduction-to-perfection-in-food-design-27986" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-2822925907157484090?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/2822925907157484090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=2822925907157484090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2822925907157484090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2822925907157484090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2007/07/did-u-know.html' title='Slides say it all'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-4824677901580909721</id><published>2007-07-21T23:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:45:12.748+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time to success..14 years..recent study</title><content type='html'>I am sure about it ..So, let me say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes 14 years of hard work,  and dedication to form any great company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I said any company, I meant anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like from a beedi factory to car factory&lt;br /&gt;from a cricketer to a tennis player&lt;br /&gt;A mountaineer to a entrepreneur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All We need to do is to work hard, to make our dreams come true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing that bring +ve energy in me is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start anything... that I'm passionate about&lt;br /&gt;an give 14 years to it.. It is guaranteed I taste success [:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get scared thinking 14 years, Its nothing in comparison the achievement or milestone U will set after 14 years..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just look at the below list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;examples range from ppl and companies like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roger Federer&lt;br /&gt;Kishore Biyani and his big bazzar&lt;br /&gt;Infosys&lt;br /&gt;Lee Iacocca&lt;br /&gt;Sony&lt;br /&gt;Moser Baer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exception: web service companies..they take only months..may be 14 months..I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U might not believe..Accept it as part of my cognizance and thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I am thinking now is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the total time is a constant.. why not to start as early as possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-4824677901580909721?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/4824677901580909721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=4824677901580909721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/4824677901580909721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/4824677901580909721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-to-success14-yearsrecent-study.html' title='Time to success..14 years..recent study'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-5136748991388626788</id><published>2007-07-15T11:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T15:19:52.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Redesign ??</title><content type='html'>A bunch of things are seen breaking or more not moving...&lt;br /&gt;like my life, my thoughts, my dreams..&lt;br /&gt;they are stagnant, they are dying of suffocations..&lt;br /&gt;they need to come out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone has well said, All paid jobs in this world  degrade  one's intellectuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are nonsense, because its me  who decides what I want to be tomorrow and I chose my workplace and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not working for last 2 weeks, some are done with hazar errs and some are not touched yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few years back, I chose computer to be my better companion  than neone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed me a whole diff world of creation , more than what I ever asked her to show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accepted to make her a major part my life and we happily spent endless hours n dayz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bugged her so much,  still she never complained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today I feels like I don't want her anymore.Again I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel her anymore, though she is still sitting right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;But  I am helpless, I can't leave  her anymore&lt;br /&gt;I have to go back to  her  tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the whole thing needs to be redesigned? Would it hav been  better then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey what crap I wrote down just now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-5136748991388626788?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/5136748991388626788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=5136748991388626788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/5136748991388626788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/5136748991388626788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2007/07/redesign.html' title='Redesign ??'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-865667366993712761</id><published>2007-06-11T20:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-11T20:55:03.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>bengali poem ek jhopdi banenge</title><content type='html'>This is  a bengali poem i heard during my kedarkanth trekking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bengali husband, says to his wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek jhopda bannaenge,&lt;br /&gt;dono mojja karenege.&lt;br /&gt;ek jhopda bannaenge,&lt;br /&gt;dono mojja karenege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teri maan, meri saas&lt;br /&gt;woh hai ghar ki ghaas&lt;br /&gt;usko ghar se bahar nikalenge&lt;br /&gt;dono mojja karenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek jhopda bannaenge,&lt;br /&gt;dono mojja karenege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tera baap, mera sasoora&lt;br /&gt;woh hai ghar ka kachra&lt;br /&gt;usko bahar phekenge&lt;br /&gt;dono mojja karenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek jhopda bannaenge,&lt;br /&gt;dono mojja karenege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tera bhai, mera sala&lt;br /&gt;woh hai dambar se bhi kala&lt;br /&gt;usko chhat pe lat kaenge&lt;br /&gt;dono mojja karenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek jhopda bannaenge,&lt;br /&gt;dono mojja karenege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teri behen, meri sali&lt;br /&gt;woh hai adhi gharwali&lt;br /&gt;doosra jhopda  banenge&lt;br /&gt;tino mojja  karenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-865667366993712761?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/865667366993712761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=865667366993712761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/865667366993712761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/865667366993712761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2007/06/bengali-poem-ek-jhopdi-banenge.html' title='bengali poem ek jhopdi banenge'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-2183220956242982390</id><published>2007-05-05T14:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T14:53:30.609+05:30</updated><title type='text'>findings form spiderman</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I saw SpiderMan 3.  Though I was not very pleased, but rather surprised to find a lot of bollywood mix in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the basic binding force in a hindi movie is, to put drama. The major part of the audience gets thrilled to see all them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found yesterday was something similar in SpidreMan 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching spiderman jumping around is no more exciting, since we are alredy used to it. So the drama only brought the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wa surprise beacuse of some other reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently saw a documentry of Thomas Friedman on "Globalisation ,India and the rest of World".It touched a lot of various topics. The invasion of indians and their style into the rest of the economy and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also touched one aspect saying, rise in popularity of indian movies in other parts of the world.&lt;br /&gt;The interviews of lot of non-indians about the hindi cinema.And the point was clear It is getting accepted by major.So is this thing, forcing Hollywood filmmakers to experiment in adding drama, senti and all into a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, but It feels very unusual to see something like that happening in a movie of the kind SpiserMan3,or MI3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLease, correct me If my thoughts are stupid.But If its not I am worried this takeover of bollywood will be horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-2183220956242982390?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/2183220956242982390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=2183220956242982390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2183220956242982390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/2183220956242982390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2007/05/findings-form-spiderman.html' title='findings form spiderman'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-116964826734642695</id><published>2007-01-24T19:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:03:53.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Drama before cuttack ODI</title><content type='html'>this thought was boggling into my mind...  since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;lets blog it down now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some dumb ass slapped chappel yesterday before the start of 2nd ODI at cuttack. Chappel was a great player himself and he is the national coach now. I never think it as bursting out of emotion as mentioned in some media. it was surely an well executed strategy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the incident made me feel how the state of orissa became a pint of discussion overnight with such an incident. Everyone started discussing infront me whenever I used to be present in some group. This sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me it is quite unfortunate event for Orissa that brought attention in national/international media headlines. Someone like me who is staying outside for the last 7 years can surley feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always search for the news abt orissa in media whenever I see some state level competition is happening.. and ofcourse it thrills me watching Orissa Steelers playing hard to bag the victory.&lt;br /&gt;Well Orissa has really moved ahead few steps in the last few years, It  is on the verge of making its growth story.But some stupid job of this kind brings us back to quite few steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the guy (whatever the name) doesn't possess this foresight.But i admire the convincing skill of the person behind all this.He made this guy to hit mr Chappel , i wonder how he would hav convinced this poor fellow.Don't thnk its the money that made this guy to do this nasty job.My advice to this rabble rouser is ,the state of orissa needs such leaders but only when they use them on the progression of the state.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-116964826734642695?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/116964826734642695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=116964826734642695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116964826734642695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116964826734642695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2007/01/drama-before-cuttack-odi.html' title='A Drama before cuttack ODI'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-116438893624135232</id><published>2006-11-24T22:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:57:30.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog Juice point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.text-link-ads.com/blog_juice/index.php?url=smrutiparida.blogspot.com&amp;amp;cat=technology"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.text-link-ads.com/blog_juice/badges/juice_badge_0.1.png" alt="My Blog Juice" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to see a non-zero value, an optimistic view:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be textlink ads guys are preety serious in calculating the points:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they put a simple logic ..in calculating points&lt;br /&gt;Taking weighted avg with weights from bloglines,alexa,tecnorati and from the inbound links..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gizmodo tops the list with 9.8 score...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one interested calculate urs &lt;a href="http://www.text-link-ads.com/blog_juice/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-116438893624135232?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/116438893624135232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=116438893624135232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116438893624135232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116438893624135232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-blog-juice-point.html' title=''/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-116339642240889406</id><published>2006-11-13T10:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:10:22.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Globalising naming conventions.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while reading this book Jonathan Livingston Seagull,&lt;br /&gt;I discovered this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful it will be if every creature will have such beautiful surnames as Jonathan has.&lt;br /&gt;Not only humans but everyone shuld hav their name (e.g Jonathan )then followed by their type of base class name in the earth (Seagull)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my name will be&lt;br /&gt;Smruti Ranjan Human&lt;br /&gt;then,&lt;br /&gt;Micky Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Tommy Dog&lt;br /&gt;Garfield Cat&lt;br /&gt;Fletcher Seagull&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan Livingston Seagull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems cute to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-116339642240889406?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/116339642240889406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=116339642240889406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116339642240889406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116339642240889406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2006/11/globalising-naming-conventions.html' title='Globalising naming conventions.'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-116339569467329824</id><published>2006-11-13T10:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:58:14.683+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Seagull story</title><content type='html'>I read one short fable,&lt;br /&gt;Jonathon Livingston Seagull,  yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;the book tells abt discovering a higher purpose in life and the passion that makes u love ur work.&lt;br /&gt;A very short book, just 87 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I epitomizes 3 powerful points,&lt;br /&gt;1. Driving ur passion and doing the best what one love to do.&lt;br /&gt;    This may lead u lot of sacrifices, outcasting frm the flock,&lt;br /&gt;    but probably flying in the flock is what u never njoyed.&lt;br /&gt;    Mark ur own milestone, go 4 it, achive it n jump off in joy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Learning is an never ending cycle.&lt;br /&gt;    u'll meet a lot same kinda people, and one will get to learn new heights.&lt;br /&gt;    u'll be tought new horizons to look 4, may be u never imagined.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mentor those, who have the same passion and eager to achieve the same height as urs.&lt;br /&gt;    These ppl r in chaos, ur guidance n experience will be the driving force 4 them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ashok 4 such a nice book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-116339569467329824?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/116339569467329824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=116339569467329824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116339569467329824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116339569467329824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2006/11/seagull-story.html' title='Seagull story'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-116185174395927940</id><published>2006-10-26T14:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:10:27.470+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fortune frm Orkut..</title><content type='html'>there exist a tag in orkut.com named 'Today's fortune'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This so called tag will have someting to say abt me..&lt;br /&gt;its ridiculous..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lets log my fortunes..so that i will relate them with one another:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15, oct 2006&lt;br /&gt;Day1 : You are next in line for promotion in your firm.&lt;br /&gt;D       2:  A good time to finish up old tasks.&lt;br /&gt;D    3: You have a strong desire for a home and your family comes first.&lt;br /&gt;D 4: If your desires are not extravagant they will be granted.&lt;br /&gt;D 5:You are careful and systematic in your business arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;D 6:You have an important new business development shaping up.&lt;br /&gt;D 7:You have a potential urge and the ability for accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;D 8:You will do well to expand your business.&lt;br /&gt;D9:You and your wife will be happy in your life together&lt;br /&gt;       ab yeh to jhoot hai..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-116185174395927940?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/116185174395927940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=116185174395927940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116185174395927940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116185174395927940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2006/10/fortune-frm-orkut.html' title='Fortune frm Orkut..'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-116146353388775516</id><published>2006-10-22T02:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-26T14:01:22.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Main hun DON</title><content type='html'>Lets log this dialogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON ko pakadna muskil hi nahin, namunkin hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRK ..lot of overacting..sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well done farahan akhtar..&lt;br /&gt;nice twist in the movie..may be DON2 coming soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the theme music was great..i guess it will rock soon..&lt;br /&gt;the music do comparable with MI2 or bond OST..SEL music..( i love them from DCH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day: diwali 2006&lt;br /&gt;time: 10.30 PM&lt;br /&gt;group: me n vinuth&lt;br /&gt;ride : my new Honda Shine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-116146353388775516?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/116146353388775516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=116146353388775516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116146353388775516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116146353388775516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2006/10/main-hun-don.html' title='Main hun DON'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-116090461766179242</id><published>2006-10-15T14:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-22T02:16:51.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just 3 words</title><content type='html'>Upload Share Tag      --&gt; esnips.com&lt;br /&gt;Shop Eat Celebrate    --&gt; hyderabad central&lt;br /&gt;Click Share Connect   --&gt; picsquare.com&lt;br /&gt;Connect Share Enjoy   --&gt; popsugar.com&lt;br /&gt;work play live            --&gt; excalibur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-116090461766179242?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/116090461766179242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=116090461766179242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116090461766179242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/116090461766179242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-3-words.html' title='Just 3 words'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-115987018944678695</id><published>2006-10-03T15:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:39:49.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>pre-shopping n internet</title><content type='html'>Whats pre-shopping means ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime a weekend comes  , the s/w geeks of hyderabad  come out of their caves . u can find , most of them  in a mood of heavy shopping. Now , If we come down from we to I , as myself one among the crowd , whenever i think  of buying a jeans , the next thing comes to my mind is which place to go for it .There are already a lot present . Now, I have to decide from my past experience or refer to a friend for getting the right spot.because ,it is hardly more than one mall I will move around just for a jeans. My value for the jeans may be or may not be the best pick as i am always intended to and  this happened just for the lack of information i have .And in a world of internet should this be a problem .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here one can think abt something like ebay but that is not my idea. I am here to take you to the right mall where you can get ur jeans as well the best one in terms value addition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I consider, the decision to  'where to stop to shop' a problem then i can see internet as a medium of solution this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The solution is a place like a  virtual shopping hyd . The concept is to design a  web based product that can help u to chose ur favourite destination for shopping .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before ,getting out for shopping , u can  sit infront of net go the page ..and chose the latest collections in pantaloon or central ..The page will simulate itself as a virtual mall ..taking u from Ist floor of central to 2nd ..from mens' formal section to casual..and when u stop at the wrangler section in central and want to check out the latest designs present there.. the tools will simulate the jeans as u start looking at  the pieces in the malls...the lively and well cotrasted photographs of the apparels will add the reality ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , once ur fit with all the checkouts , u can decide ur choice from home ..and If u dont get one no need to negotiate to ur taste ..comeout of the mall , in the right side of central there is another virtual pantaloon mall  , why dont u check out this..u found urs here..cool ..Now directly go to the destination and pick up the same one.. try it out and pay for it..finish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ,the basic idea is ..There is  no worth in buying one that the seller is selling , buy the one that best fits your taste because it is what matters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now , what one gets by providing such service ..will it come free. The answer can better be learnt from some business models like google or craigslist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-115987018944678695?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/115987018944678695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=115987018944678695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/115987018944678695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/115987018944678695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2006/10/pre-shopping-n-internet.html' title='pre-shopping n internet'/><author><name>Smruti Ranjan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09247700072970599094</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-115986934897026781</id><published>2006-10-03T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-03T15:25:48.983+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Naina thag lenge..</title><content type='html'>Title seems to be weird:) &lt;br /&gt;but this song of OMKARA ruled our recent trip to Mahabaleswar and Panchagani, It says..watch the beauty of this world with eyes wide open..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warna..&lt;br /&gt;naina thag lenge..&lt;br /&gt;thag lenge..&lt;br /&gt;naina thag lenge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Trip Diary,&lt;br /&gt;Date - 1st oc 2006&lt;br /&gt;Boyz - from(front seat right) Sumit, Das, Wamsi, Pandey n me. &lt;br /&gt;       aur pichhu wale car main...bagga n rahane&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle- sumit's maruti 800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places Covered..&lt;br /&gt;-Table top : A place with full of mist, cloudes everywhere..horse ride on salmaan (sumit's favourotie), did some shooting but only baloons at our aim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-night stay at MTDC - Now this was interesting..got all the night favourites wines,  vodka.. &lt;br /&gt;  started antakshari..group1 : pandey, das ,rahane&lt;br /&gt;                      group 2: sumit, bagga, wamsi..me(almost not there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  group 1: singing all old sweet rafi n lata's favourites, &lt;br /&gt;  group 2: himesh reshmmiya..3 nasal voices with there at par &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this made grp 1 furious..they attacked grp 2, &lt;br /&gt;and all suddenly everyone danced at bidi jaliyle..jigar se piya ( from OMKARA again)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rahnae vomitted on one bed fully..we will disclose snaps of this soon:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 : went to Mahabaleswar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boat ride in Venna lake : what a beauty..all in mist and water..i loved it..&lt;br /&gt;then kate point : 4321 ft ..can see krishna river below,&lt;br /&gt;echo point : the scenic beauty of this place is mesmerizing..&lt;br /&gt;             and word "hello" only echos here:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other things I liked the distant waterfall, strawberry juice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be one of my wildest and sweetest memory..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-115986934897026781?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/115986934897026781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=115986934897026781' title='0 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easy, &lt;br /&gt;but reaching there always takes agood amount of pain and that's why its FUN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is  for the below command i wrote to solve my problem:&lt;br /&gt;Requirement,&lt;br /&gt;After all parsing I had a list of files each having an error message like 'message=blah blah'.&lt;br /&gt;So how to extract this string from each line which starts with 'message='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIth lots of google search and thanks to Thiyaga:) to help me know the power of 'sed'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to know this tool more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then this was the commande generated,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut -d' ' -f10- ~/Errors.0907 | &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sed 's/.*message=\(.*\)/\1/'&lt;/span&gt; | cut -d'&amp;' -f1 | sort | uniq -c | sort -nr &gt; ~/fileredErros.0907&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30186138.post-115726980848065807</id><published>2006-09-03T12:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-03T13:21:09.026+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Visit to Charminar</title><content type='html'>This is much interesting that happened yesterday night.Finally, I saw Charminar after staying for last  16 months in Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had the enthu to go to the place, stare at  the 4 pillars and started convincing myself of the beauty.(This may be very odd ,since being from the temple city bhubaneswar, I ought to have the patience to understand our  heritage, our art. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways, So yesterday, there came the mood, with one senior of mine named TV and me,decided to explore secunderabad.The time was around 12:20 of night and on TV's bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to charminar, great work&lt;br /&gt;nijam's palace ..awesome but closed (at that hour of night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then , saw great Ganesh Idol immersion at Hussain Sagar..thru cranes , felt pity to imagine the amount of sillica added to the water o Hussain Sagar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city was very much alive..silent..glittering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was memorable..Thanks TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all this enthu suddenly showed up,, may be because we both were fully drunk..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-115726980848065807?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/115726980848065807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>CLucene</title><content type='html'>Lucene is an search and index library.&lt;br /&gt;This giant from Apache and Dough Cutting is an freeware.This means we can use it in any of our application under Apache License.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what Lucene is a big question.&lt;br /&gt;An Information storage apalication like news sites, job sites, serach engines, have loads of information to be mangaed and needs to give the right information on demand.&lt;br /&gt;This is where Lucene helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucene provides a rich set of API for indexing your information and then search thru the information for the result.What adds more is the library comes in variety of langs i.e intially coded in Java , now has C++ named CLucene ,perl and a Ruby named Ferret version as well.So in what lang ur application is no matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to see some the web application built on this library visit&lt;br /&gt;nutch.com an Search Engine&lt;br /&gt;CNet.com - an information bank of news&lt;br /&gt;bixee.com - an Indian job site&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30186138-115615090997847998?l=smrutiparida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/feeds/115615090997847998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30186138&amp;postID=115615090997847998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/115615090997847998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30186138/posts/default/115615090997847998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smrutiparida.blogspot.com/2006/08/clucene.html' title='CLucene'/><author><name>Smruti 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