<?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-13813051</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:24:46.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Worry</title><subtitle type='html'>Write whatever you feel like........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-115858661831816022</id><published>2006-09-18T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T06:36:58.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when you think life is getting monotonous and there is nothing happening, you get such a rude shock that you realise that there is so much happening and that you still have to learn a lot of things and keep improving yourself. One also needs to be careful not to overstep any boundaries and one cannot be too carefree as this might lead to some unwanted situations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-115858661831816022?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115858661831816022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=115858661831816022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/115858661831816022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/115858661831816022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-when-you-think-life-is-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-115582216159050449</id><published>2006-08-17T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T06:42:41.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Writing after a long time. It has been one month since I joined work. It is so difficult to know whether your decisions were correct or not, when there are people around you who think that you got screwed. This thing can be really intimidating. But, I think you should have faith in yourself and be able to justify your decision to yourself. There are so many things that one can do in this life and it is never too late. One should make the most of the opportunities given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-115582216159050449?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/115582216159050449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=115582216159050449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/115582216159050449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/115582216159050449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2006/08/writing-after-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-114853556081371595</id><published>2006-05-24T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:39:20.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally,ENGINEERS. This is the culmination of our four years in Roorkee. Although, I had thought that it would not really matter to me in any way as I have so badly wanted to get out of this place for so long, the truth is that it is hard to believe that we will leave this place for good and move on to a different life.  All the good friends and good memories will be left behind. This is the sad part. But a new life awaits and I am curious to know what is in store for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-114853556081371595?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114853556081371595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=114853556081371595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/114853556081371595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/114853556081371595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2006/05/finallyengineers.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-114641564274675692</id><published>2006-04-30T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T09:47:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do people really fall in love? I don't think so. I believe that things are so hyped that people who have not experienced this feeling imagine it to be something extraordinary and mind blowing. Well, I assure you it is not. I think it is a give and take relationship where convenience is of utmost importance. After the first encounter with such a feeling, all the dreams are gone and the reality settles in. This turns people into plain oppportunists. But I think that it is alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-114641564274675692?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114641564274675692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=114641564274675692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/114641564274675692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/114641564274675692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/do-people-really-fall-in-love-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-114423199844302523</id><published>2006-04-05T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T03:13:18.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life it seems is full of surprises. This past week I learnt a lot of things. It is the manner in which people think. Generally, people simply do not care about others although it might seem otherwise on the surface. But there are a few people who can do anything for their friends. It is really difficult to maintain a relationship, be it friendship or any other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-114423199844302523?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114423199844302523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=114423199844302523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/114423199844302523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/114423199844302523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2006/04/life-it-seems-is-full-of-surprises.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-114285964450321381</id><published>2006-03-20T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T05:00:44.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How objective can a person be? I often think that people should think objectively without getting emotional or prejudiced in any way. But this is not always possible when it comes to certain people or situations. You tend to forget about objectivity and follow or react to your emotions. This sort of thing has happened to me . Later on when I am calm, I reflect upon these episodes and regret not having acted sensibly. I guess no matter how sensible you try to be, we are human after all and we tend to react emotionally to certain things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-114285964450321381?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114285964450321381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=114285964450321381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/114285964450321381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/114285964450321381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-objective-can-person-be-i-often.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-114110694605589891</id><published>2006-02-27T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:09:06.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty cool right now. It is the final semester and things are very relaxed. My mind is also at peace finally. Project work is going on well. The Cognizance stuff is also going on well. I am having a great time with the guys this time. We went to Mussoorie recently and it was great fun. I can truly say that I am very happy right now. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-114110694605589891?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/114110694605589891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=114110694605589891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/114110694605589891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/114110694605589891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-people-life-is-pretty-cool-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-113818393223973196</id><published>2006-01-25T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T02:12:12.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it has been quite sometime since I have posted anything. There has not been much to write about. Roorkee just got more boring with nothing much to do. The last sem and only a handful of classes, three subjects to be precise, hardly keeps one busy. At this point, the saying "An empty mind is a devil's workshop" perfectly fits in. I have started hanging around the institute canteen, i.e. Nescafe, a lot just sitting there with a cup of tea and idling away all the time thinking about nothing and chatting with friends, again about nothing. It seems like everyone has become a boozer these days. You can always find friends who are ready to take up the offer at any time of the week. Altough I am too bored right now, I think this is the sort of life that will never be there again for all of us. I am trying to enjoy this time in my own way. Cheers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-113818393223973196?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113818393223973196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=113818393223973196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113818393223973196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113818393223973196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/well-it-has-been-quite-sometime-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-113653699495299514</id><published>2006-01-06T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T00:43:14.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got placed in TATA MOTORS, that too in Mumbai. It is almost a dream come true. Anyways, hope all my friends also get a job to their liking. I think this semester is going to bring in something different for each one of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-113653699495299514?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113653699495299514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=113653699495299514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113653699495299514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113653699495299514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-people-finally-got-placed-in-tata.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-113508567645153681</id><published>2005-12-20T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T05:34:36.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, everyone is looking forward to the placement season and I am sure everyone is dreaming of landing a great job with a great pay. Frankly, I get a bit scared sometimes. Questions like, "What if I don't get a good job?", "What if the pay is not great?" and so on keep coming to me. But, I think that this is just the starting point and it is not the end of life. The road ahead is very long and things will change and one can shape life as he/she wishes. It is going to be tough but I guess it is only the tough and the talented that will succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-113508567645153681?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113508567645153681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=113508567645153681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113508567645153681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113508567645153681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-everyone-is-looking-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-113456901032136452</id><published>2005-12-14T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T06:03:30.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been sometime since I have written. First there were the exams, then I went home after almost a year and now I am back in Roorkee. It was really very refreshing to be at home and away from this place after such a long time. Meetings relatives and old friends felt really good. I think I must have gained a few kilos in just about a week. Food is the best thing about home. Roorkee is buzzing with the inter IIT sports meet and the sporting facilities have been greatly improved. Then there are the placements to look forward to and everyone has great hopes for me. I hope things go as I want them to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-113456901032136452?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113456901032136452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=113456901032136452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113456901032136452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113456901032136452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-has-been-sometime-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-113186408202444565</id><published>2005-11-13T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T22:41:22.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been sometime now since I have written anything. Things have started getting hectic as the semester nears its end. The same hustle to submit the tuts, complete the pracs followed by prac exams, quizzes and all that kind of crap. Also, there are other things like Thomso and Cognizance. I am waiting for the time when our final exams will get over and I will go home after almost a year. That is the longest time I have been away from home until now. It would be really nice to meet friends back home after such a long time. Meanwhile, there are exams to keep me busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-113186408202444565?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113186408202444565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=113186408202444565' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113186408202444565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113186408202444565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/it-has-been-sometime-now-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-113083567199436367</id><published>2005-11-01T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T01:01:12.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some advice. I am not giving CAT or GRE this time, so I am not really busy with anything in particular. This gives me ample time to think but since there isn't anything particular to think about, usually I am thinking about stuff I should not think about. I want to keep the crap out of my mind and focus on something fruitful. I am reading novels and all but that is not enough to keep me occupied. Any kind of advice would be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-113083567199436367?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113083567199436367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=113083567199436367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113083567199436367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113083567199436367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-113077475654824934</id><published>2005-10-31T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T08:05:56.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seems I am very lost these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-113077475654824934?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113077475654824934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=113077475654824934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113077475654824934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113077475654824934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/seems-i-am-very-lost-these-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-113032728452449108</id><published>2005-10-26T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T04:48:04.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think that we as students living in hostels away from our families are pretty lonely people. Even though we have so many friends with whom we share our secrets, happiness and almost everything else, there is always a void that needs to be filled. One only gets a sense of this blankness when you are away from your family. Living in a family does not usually present the opportunity for a person to uncover that space. To fill this void, a person looks for a special "friend" and I am sure that each one of us has craved for such a friend plenty of times. I will probably talk about this much more elaborately at a later time when I will be more comfortable with this whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-113032728452449108?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/113032728452449108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=113032728452449108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113032728452449108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/113032728452449108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-think-that-we-as-students-living-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112980819563548249</id><published>2005-10-20T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T04:36:35.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our dependence on the Internet is growing everyday. I could safely speak for quite a number of people when I am talking about this. It seems as if we could never have done without the net. Everyday we spend some time on the net checking mails, orkutting, blogging ( as I am doing right now) and lots more. One can find anything and everything under the sun on the net. It has got something for everyone, no matter what age, sex that person is. I have been thinking about all this for a while and I am somewhat amazed and scared to think that we are losing ourselves in this. It feels as if somebody is watching me all the time. That somebody knows what I do everyday, what I like to read, people I contact, my thoughts ( through blogs, forums, etc.), and all the things that I do online. I cannot hide anything from that somebody. I don't have anything left to conceal. I am also quite amazed to find the number of free stuff available on the net. Stuff that is very useful and that many people would be ready to pay for. Whenever I log on to yahoo, orkut or any other site, I think about how these people sustain themselves. I know about the paid adverts and all but more important than that is the fact that these people have a database of millions of people and know their tastes and habits. This database could be worth a lot of cash. This makes them so powerful. I think the net is a wonderful creation but we will have to live with the consequences of being part of this amazing world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112980819563548249?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112980819563548249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112980819563548249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112980819563548249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112980819563548249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/our-dependence-on-internet-is-growing.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112921529106289167</id><published>2005-10-13T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T07:54:51.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trek to Tapovan...</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a trek to Tapovan..... It was an amazing experience. The feeling that you get when you are so near the beautiful Himalayas is just awesome. The mountains make you feel so humble and appreciate nature so much more. Forty two of us went for the trek. I am sure each one of us enjoyed the whole trek and brought back some fond memories of some kind or the other. Seeing the mountains up close really made me feel alive and life worth living. I think one should see it at least once in life. I don't have enough words to express what I feel about the trip. It was simply mind boggling. I also saw the Tehri dam. That was also amazing. I had never imagined to see such an astonishing sight. The thought that there could be power generators inside a mountain of rock simply never occurred to me. The dam demonstrates the capability of mankind to create and surmount all difficulties that lie ahead of an objective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112921529106289167?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112921529106289167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112921529106289167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112921529106289167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112921529106289167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/trek-to-tapovan.html' title='Trek to Tapovan...'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112860096390252383</id><published>2005-10-06T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T05:16:03.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what to write about. I want to but my mind seems to have stopped working in the way I want it to. It is always going in a thousand directions at once. I cannot understand what is happening. A very welcome break awaits us, I am very eager to go on a trek to Gaumukh. But, the end of the holidays will be met by the ominous mid term tests. Well, forgetting about that is pretty easy right now... It is quite a bliss to lie in bed having a drink, a close friend beside you and rock playing on your computer (It is all the comps are used for out here... movies too). Enjoy........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112860096390252383?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112860096390252383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112860096390252383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112860096390252383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112860096390252383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-know-what-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112832194976922047</id><published>2005-10-03T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T23:45:49.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lost again... to Chennai... We fought and fought hard..... yet we lost... But enjoyed the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112832194976922047?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112832194976922047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112832194976922047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112832194976922047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112832194976922047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/lost-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112818023713684321</id><published>2005-10-01T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T08:23:57.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, we had a water polo match against IIT Kharagpur. We lost 8-6. This was really painful. This was the best chance we had of getting into the semis. After a month of hard work, and having nothing to show for it really hurts. We still have a match against Chennai but they are a very good team. To be realistic, we don't have much of a chance. But, we will give our best. Playing such a game is really something. It makes you feel alive. When you are pushing yourself and chasing someone faster than you... you are putting in every ounce of strenght that you have... you are pushing even when your body does'nt want to listen to you....  and then finally you get a break... that is when you know that you are alive and it feels so good to be able to relax.... The thing about this game is that it pushes you to your limits. I love this game. But I have to admit that I am just a person who can swim a little and play the game with all I have got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112818023713684321?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112818023713684321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112818023713684321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112818023713684321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112818023713684321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/10/today-we-had-water-polo-match-against.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112738062953878255</id><published>2005-09-22T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T02:17:09.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pianist</title><content type='html'>I saw "The Pianist" recently. It is a great movie about the atrocities committed by the Germans on the Jews. The movie depicts the ruthlessness with which the Germans killed Jews just because they were Jews. I found it so appalling to see that a person could take someone else's life so easily without feeling any kind of guilt. I wonder how the killers could live with themselves after having committed such heinous crimes. In one of the scenes, a few German officers raid the house of a Jewish family and throw a handicapped old man on a wheelchair out of the balcony to his death, then shoot the remaining family members. This scene really touches one's heart and goes out to the people who suffered during the "Holocaust". The movie is very well directed and has a lot of depth and emotion in it. It also shows that there are people who are still human in the form of a German officer who helps the protagonist with food during his hiding. The movie really moved me and I think that people who commit such crimes are not human at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112738062953878255?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112738062953878255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112738062953878255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112738062953878255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112738062953878255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/pianist.html' title='The Pianist'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112704642206553826</id><published>2005-09-18T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T05:27:02.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days seem to pass so easily without doing anything worthwhile these days. All you have to do is read the newspaper(The Hindu is good), solve SU-DO-KU, watch a couple of movies and be lost in your thoughts and then sleep for more than eight hours. At one moment, I am imagining myself on being at the top of the world and the next instant, that ecstasy melts into futility. Things seem to flow in my mind, movies in which I am the actor, director and the script writer. Suddenly, I am disgusted with myself for having indulged in such petty things. It seems like everything is so unstable right now. Time has lost all relevance. I think I am screwed up right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112704642206553826?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112704642206553826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112704642206553826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112704642206553826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112704642206553826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/days-seem-to-pass-so-easily-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112688492822380202</id><published>2005-09-16T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T08:35:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything is a state of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112688492822380202?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112688492822380202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112688492822380202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112688492822380202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112688492822380202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/everything-is-state-of-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112654717209215266</id><published>2005-09-12T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:46:12.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people really think that they know everything or at least try to show that they know everything and more than you do when the fact is that most of the time they might be talking shit. Well, in my opinion these people are really insecure about themselves. These are the kind who are not at all self-confident and resort to making others look like fools or try to overpower them with their crap. Initially, such people might create an impression of awe but when you have spent some time with such people then you come to know the truth. I think such people should understand that you don't have to keep people around you in awe of yourself to get their respect and attention. Friends, colleagues... would appreciate you for your true strengths and virtues rather than the world you try to create in their minds with you as the super hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112654717209215266?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112654717209215266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112654717209215266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112654717209215266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112654717209215266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-people-really-think-that-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112628198128621689</id><published>2005-09-09T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:06:21.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day, I saw a picture on the net of a thin skeletal child of not more than 5 or 6 years of age crawling through a desert stalked by a vulture waiting for the child to die. I am sure a lot of you have seen the same photo. The child was crawling to an aid center some kilometres away. The photograph was from Africa and the photographer died soon suffering from depression. After seeing the photograph, I realised the things we take for granted. We waste and curse so much of the food that we get in mess without even realising that there are people in different parts of the world who die of hunger everyday. I have thought that I will try and not waste any food from now onwards because the image of the child and a vulture awaiting the death of the child has really stuck in my mind and reminds me of the fortunate situation that we are in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112628198128621689?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112628198128621689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112628198128621689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112628198128621689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112628198128621689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/09/other-day-i-saw-picture-on-net-of-thin.html' title=''/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112541562378863581</id><published>2005-08-30T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T08:27:03.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have had enough of ROORKEE</title><content type='html'>Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place, Roorkee, is really getting to me, especially after having done my internship in Pune. The same routine, similar classes, boring tuts...... I have had enough of it. Really, I want to get out of this place asap. I am sure quite a few of us think on similar lines. Anyways, I think I am in a depression spell right now. It will pass.... hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112541562378863581?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112541562378863581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112541562378863581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112541562378863581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112541562378863581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/have-had-enough-of-roorkee.html' title='Have had enough of ROORKEE'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112468367348899945</id><published>2005-08-22T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:07:53.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless....</title><content type='html'>These days, I get this feeling quite often saying to me that, "I have to make something of myself. I need to make my family and friends proud. I need to leave a legacy behind." All this comes into my mind when I am usually alone. Then after a while, I suddenly ask myself, "What good would that do? The truth is that I am not even a dot on this small planet in this endless universe. Nothing that I do will matter in the end." These sort of thoughts keep popping in my brain a lot of the time and I end up getting confused about life. I wonder about life and I get lost. I think it is a very complex thing when you view it from a certain point and it is very simple if you look at it from some other point. I get restless pondering over such things and sit down to read a novel or watch a movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112468367348899945?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112468367348899945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112468367348899945' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112468367348899945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112468367348899945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/restless.html' title='Restless....'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112412444604093880</id><published>2005-08-15T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T09:47:26.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineering Final Year</title><content type='html'>It has been almost a month now since we came back from our training. Life in the fourth year is simlply too boring. I don't feel like going to the class also. The same teachers or profs (or whatever you want to call them), the same mess food and the same old routine is too much to bear now. I want to get out of here as soon as possible and start working. The only incentive of being here is that I will hopefully get a decent job after all this pain. I sure would like to hear from you guys in this regard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112412444604093880?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112412444604093880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112412444604093880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112412444604093880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112412444604093880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/engineering-final-year_112412444604093880.html' title='Engineering Final Year'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112287636776228926</id><published>2005-08-01T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:06:07.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Final Year</title><content type='html'>Hey People,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are in the Final Year of our engineering. It seems that it was only a few days back that I joined in the first year and I remember thinking to myself how difficult life is going to be in this place. But, life in Roorkee has been a breeze. I have great friends out here and made very good relations with a number of my seniors. I have learnt a lot of things out here from my friends and classmates. Great place, great memories and a very enjoyable three years is how I would describe my stay out here. I hope that the same continues in the Final Year as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112287636776228926?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112287636776228926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112287636776228926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112287636776228926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112287636776228926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-in-final-year.html' title='Life in the Final Year'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112175058236857292</id><published>2005-07-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T22:23:02.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to College</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to college and the same grind. After two months of training or whatever you want to call it, I don't feel like attending classes again. I guess this is why the fourth year guys hardly study. It is difficult to get back to the same routine again. But it is nice to see all my classmates after a long time. I am sure most of them have interesting stories to tell and had a very good experience in their training. It will take some time to settle back in college and look forward to the last year of engineering. I will cherish the memories of the last two months and hopefully will have a great time in college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112175058236857292?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112175058236857292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112175058236857292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112175058236857292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112175058236857292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-to-college.html' title='Back to College'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112106001309308441</id><published>2005-07-10T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T22:33:33.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarkar</title><content type='html'>Well, people waiting eagerly for SARKAR, there is some news..... The movie is worth watching. But if you are a fan of The Godfather and you have seen the movie, then Sarkar comes no way near it. The comparisions with a figure other than the Godfather are baseless. The movie is fine but it doesn't create the intensity that the original movie had. The music too has been copied from the original and the story is somewhat modified for the Indian viewer. Abhishek looks very good in the movie and he has done a commendable job. Katrina.......what should I say about her... she is absolutely drop dead gorgeous (that is all she does in the movie...not for long either). Amitabh, the star, is also fine but I think he could not recreate the magic of Marlon Brando. I guess if there is any Hindi movie worth watching right now, it is Sarkar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112106001309308441?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112106001309308441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112106001309308441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112106001309308441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112106001309308441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/sarkar.html' title='Sarkar'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112081092849327954</id><published>2005-07-08T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T01:24:52.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you decide what to do in LIFE?</title><content type='html'>Hey people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit confused... no..... a lot confused about how to decide what to do in life... Well, I believe one should look to do what one would be the most happy doing... again the question arises... what makes you happy? I have not been able to find out what makes me happy and what I want to do in life although I have a vague idea about it... I will only know when I actually experience it.... I think the people who have been able to discover their true happiness and what they love to do are simply great. Not many people are able to do this. Most of us just follow the herd and end up satisfying ourselves with what we get and don't ever try and find out what we want. I would appreciate it highly if you would share your views on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112081092849327954?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112081092849327954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112081092849327954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112081092849327954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112081092849327954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-do-you-decide-what-to-do-in-life.html' title='How do you decide what to do in LIFE?'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112073217090730951</id><published>2005-07-07T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T03:31:38.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How easy it is to waste your TIME...</title><content type='html'>It is extremely easy to waste your time... All you have to do is nothing...... Sit anywhere and do nothing.... Even if you are in your workplace, just switch on your computer and sit in front of it doing nothing..... An even better way to waste (hopefully utilise) your time..... chat with people in the hope that you will get to meet a nice guy or a girl......... Who knows you might get lucky! Well, this is one of the things you can do when you don't have much to do..... write something and put it up in your blog.... it gives a sense of satisfaction that you are able to express yourself. Although it seems you are wasting time, you are not... you actually learn from so many things... even chatting and blogging....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112073217090730951?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112073217090730951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112073217090730951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112073217090730951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112073217090730951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-easy-it-is-to-waste-your-time.html' title='How easy it is to waste your TIME...'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112054343112004774</id><published>2005-07-05T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:03:51.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes.....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes..... one feels so dejected, apparently for no reason at all............ You think about absurd things and feel that life is totally worthless. I guess this happens when you have nothing to do and cannot do much to get out of the particular situation. Even though, you know it is just a passing phase and you will get out of it, you still tend to linger on to your thoughts about the situation. I hope it would be possible to get out of such a mood in a snap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112054343112004774?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112054343112004774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112054343112004774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112054343112004774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112054343112004774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes.....'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112045826305396930</id><published>2005-07-04T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T23:24:46.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Worlds</title><content type='html'>Hey people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are dying to see this movie should not get too excited about it. I went through pouring rain to see this movie and sat in my seat all wet and uncomfortable thinking that the movie would be worth it. The movie is a big disappointment. You never know why things are happening and the movie doesn't seem continuous. All Tom Cruise does is run and run and run and then shout at his children. The special effects are decent but these days, this is nothing special. I have not read the book this movie was based on and if you have read the book then the movie could be an even bigger disappointment. All in all............ don't waste your time and money watching this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112045826305396930?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112045826305396930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112045826305396930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112045826305396930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112045826305396930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/07/war-of-worlds.html' title='War of the Worlds'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112010938641406894</id><published>2005-06-30T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T22:30:58.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The RAIN</title><content type='html'>The rain always makes me feel like a child and although I have this urge to play in the rain, my adulthood somehow stops me from doing it. Do you have to behave like adults all the time? I think not. The rain makes everything so fresh, clean and pure. It also makes you see life in a fresh perspective. I think it is one of those pleasures in life that one should not miss even if you are an adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112010938641406894?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112010938641406894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112010938641406894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112010938641406894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112010938641406894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/rain.html' title='The RAIN'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-112003657936352838</id><published>2005-06-29T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T02:20:01.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brave New World</title><content type='html'>Hello Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading a book, Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley. This book gives you a look into life in the future as imagined by the author. The book is a satire on the kind of world that people want to achieve through science and technology. It gives you a very good description of a future where you would be a clone among 100 exactly like you and your life is predestined while you are still an embryo. I think the author wants to warn the readers about that life and consider the consequences of it. I believe that people should continue enriching their lives through science and technology but not allow it to pervade all facets of life and nature such as birth, reproduction, diseases, death etc. Nature should be allowed to play its role in some aspects of human life. Everything should not be controlled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-112003657936352838?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/112003657936352838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=112003657936352838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112003657936352838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/112003657936352838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/brave-new-world.html' title='Brave New World'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-111987421461796709</id><published>2005-06-27T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T05:10:14.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions in Life</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised something today. It is very difficult to take decisions in life when one is not clear about what he wants and how resolutely he wants it.  No matter how many times you have thought about a situation and what you are going to do then... when the moment to decide comes.. you are still not sure. You think of the risks you are taking and mostly people want to hedge their risks... so when people are given something they do not actually want, they still tend to think about it... they are never sure about what they want. Very few people are absolutely clear about what they want in life and I believe people who have a clear mind and are willing to risk easier things in life for their own goals and dreams are the ones who do the right thing and these people are more likely to scale greater heights of success... This might sound like a lot of crap to some people... but I think doing something what one wants to do is the only way to ensure satisfaction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-111987421461796709?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111987421461796709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=111987421461796709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/111987421461796709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/111987421461796709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/decisions-in-life.html' title='Decisions in Life'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-111961349870813159</id><published>2005-06-24T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T04:44:58.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snapshots from Hell</title><content type='html'>Anyone who has big dreams of Stanford, Harvard or any Ivy league colleges should read this book. I read it a long time back and it is one my favourites. The dreams and fantasies built by guys wanting to go these colleges and their like should read this book just to get a feel of the real life out there. I think many will find that reality is much different from dreams. This book gives you an insight into the life of an MBA student at Stanford. The author (whose name is something Robinson, I think) tells about his life at Stanford and the way his beliefs changed after experiencing Stanford first hand. The book is funny at times and philosophical in the end. A good read even for people not wanting to go to Stanford or Harvard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-111961349870813159?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111961349870813159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=111961349870813159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/111961349870813159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/111961349870813159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/snapshots-from-hell.html' title='Snapshots from Hell'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-111952923392327339</id><published>2005-06-23T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T05:27:51.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When you get bored at Work</title><content type='html'>I am sure many of you get bored at work. I have found a few good things to pass your time after putting in those boring long hours in front of the comp... Play Text Twister.. You exercise your mind and your vocabulary.. More games of this kind... Download it from the net... Listen to Radio stations online... Yahoo Launch Cast, BBC Music, VH1.. and many more..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-111952923392327339?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111952923392327339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=111952923392327339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/111952923392327339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/111952923392327339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-you-get-bored-at-work.html' title='When you get bored at Work'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-111935755656224381</id><published>2005-06-21T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T05:40:46.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUNE</title><content type='html'>Hey Guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pune is a really cool and happening place for youngsters. It is very fun and enjoyable especially if you have got money to spend. But you don't need loads of moolah to enjoy Pune. There are pubs, restaurants, discs.... and many other places for the guys and gals to enjoy. The gals are quite frank and you have a pretty good chance of making good friends if you are ready to talk. PUNE rocks........ if only you are ready to rock yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-111935755656224381?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111935755656224381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=111935755656224381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/111935755656224381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/111935755656224381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/pune.html' title='PUNE'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13813051.post-111926961133055587</id><published>2005-06-20T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:55:33.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at WORK</title><content type='html'>Hello people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fantasies are gone. The reality has struck. All the grand ideas about the possibilities at work have simply vanished. Life is never what you think it is. Somehow, it always manages to disappoint you. But, it is the perspective that matters. One can never be satisfied with life. You constantly look for different things. Your goals have to evolve continuously. You take what life is giving you and make the most of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13813051-111926961133055587?l=anishlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/feeds/111926961133055587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13813051&amp;postID=111926961133055587' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/111926961133055587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13813051/posts/default/111926961133055587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anishlife.blogspot.com/2005/06/life-at-work.html' title='Life at WORK'/><author><name>Anish</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/80/7969/640/4004101.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
