<?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-13139496</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:49:16.537+05:30</updated><category term='Pages from my life'/><category term='Help'/><category term='Gyan'/><category term='Google'/><category term='Discussions'/><title type='text'>Vishal words OR Vishal's world</title><subtitle type='html'>Mera Parichay...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139496.post-2233919833852904421</id><published>2010-11-27T16:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:20:24.349+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise from my apartment in Bangalore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/visgupta/5184390913/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5184390913_0482655927_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/visgupta/5184390913/"&gt;Sunrise from my apartment in Bangalore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/visgupta/"&gt;visgupta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are very few days  when I wake up early. And this Dewali, it just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There couldn't have been a better day to capture the rising sun. One of my first few pics with my first DSLR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much about photography... I am just a beginner...&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Posted by Vishal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13139496-2233919833852904421?l=visgupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/2233919833852904421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13139496&amp;postID=2233919833852904421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/2233919833852904421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/2233919833852904421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/2010/11/sunrise-from-my-apartment-in-bangalore.html' title='Sunrise from my apartment in Bangalore'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4145/5184390913_0482655927_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139496.post-6507597187463002148</id><published>2010-06-19T12:03:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:12:35.602+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>Issue with PNR enquiry while using it through Google sms regular update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, here is the issue I mentioned in my previous post while using the  regular update feature of Google sms search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very much   happy, after subscribing for regular update on my PNR number, as I was  getting a  sms daily in the morning with the latest status of the  reservation. I also received an update during the day as well in case  the ticket status  moved up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one fine  day the updates stopped. When I checked the same  PNR  number on the  Indian railways site, I got an error that "the PNR   number is flushed or  not available" which made me worry whether the   ticket was cancelled. A couple   of days later, the PNR was back on the  Indian railways site  and   everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  am not sure what was the reason  behind this.  Whether this flushing issue keeps happening  on Indian railways site with time and again, which I would not have known if I  was not receiving regular updates or is it possible that the multiple  queries from Google servers increased the traffic significantly on my particular PNR  and noticing this Indian railways had knowingly flushed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever might be the reason, but now I am a bit afraid to use this regular  update   again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone gets to know the reason for this, do let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Posted by Vishal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13139496-6507597187463002148?l=visgupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6507597187463002148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13139496&amp;postID=6507597187463002148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/6507597187463002148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/6507597187463002148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/2010/06/issue-with-pnr-enquiry-while-using-it.html' title='Issue with PNR enquiry while using it through Google sms regular update'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139496.post-6144126676443237361</id><published>2010-06-17T16:22:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:19:50.331+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google'/><title type='text'>Google sms search - 97733 00000</title><content type='html'>In India, I have been using this sms search of Google and am quite happy  to see this service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to type your search text and send it to the above mentioned  number. You will soon receive a reply with the search result and charge  for the sms is same as local sms (unlike the 5xxxx number sms services  which are charged up to Rs. 5 per sms.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can use this feature to search a whole lot of stuffs like train  schedule, pnr status enquiry, stock quotes, news, etc. More details on  what can be searched can be found on &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.in/mobile/sms/search/"&gt;this link.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective use of this sms service I could find was for tracking  the PNR number of Indian Railways reservation. Just send the PNR number  to the above number and soon you will receive a reply from Google with  the ticket reservation status along with the chart preparation status.  It also offers to receive regular updates on that PNR number. You just  need to reply ON to the same number again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beware of using this regular update. My experience on using this  service was not great. I would be sharing that long story in a separate post but even there, it was no issue from the Google sms side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, overall I would recommend people to  use this Google sms search feature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Posted by Vishal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13139496-6144126676443237361?l=visgupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6144126676443237361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13139496&amp;postID=6144126676443237361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/6144126676443237361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/6144126676443237361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/2010/06/google-sms-97733-00000.html' title='Google sms search - 97733 00000'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139496.post-3073540277640115570</id><published>2009-03-27T18:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-20T11:39:25.796+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Help'/><title type='text'>Categories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally I got the way to categorize my posts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be done as follows:&lt;br /&gt;- Add labels for your each post.&lt;br /&gt;- Add a gadget in your layout tab and select the "Labels" gadget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more help you can click on the blogger help link at the top right corner. (It would be visible once you sign in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy blogging... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Posted by Vishal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13139496-3073540277640115570?l=visgupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/3073540277640115570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13139496&amp;postID=3073540277640115570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/3073540277640115570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/3073540277640115570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/2009/03/categories.html' title='Categories'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139496.post-7628090224893223536</id><published>2008-07-18T18:55:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:43:41.086+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gyan'/><title type='text'>Speed thrills, but kills</title><content type='html'>Many of us know this statement well. But the word "thrill" itself, thrills enough to tempt many of us to take the risk and still accidents keep happening due to over speeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I logically analyze it in terms of risk and return, here is what my analysis says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I understand the theory of risk and return, it is worth taking a risk when the return I am getting out of it is actually way beyond what I had risked. In addition, the return that I would get, would have a significant positive impact in my future life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to over speeding, what we actually risk is our own life, the life of people in our vehicle and the life of people with whom we can possibly have an accident because of over speeding. And what are we gaining from this risk? A mere few minutes and few seconds of thrill!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After risking so many entire lives, we just gain "few" minutes. Is this risk worth enough to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, let us be a responsible human being and do not over speed. Its dangerous!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Posted by Vishal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13139496-7628090224893223536?l=visgupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/7628090224893223536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13139496&amp;postID=7628090224893223536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/7628090224893223536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/7628090224893223536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/2008/07/speed-thrills-but-kills.html' title='Speed thrills, but kills'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139496.post-8030446784556009394</id><published>2008-06-24T15:43:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:16:08.592+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages from my life'/><title type='text'>From "Food for thought" to "Mera Parichay"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Though, I had joined this blogger community long time back (in May 2005, just to subside my curiosity to find how one posts a blog),  I actually felt that I should try my hands at writing and created a blog for me much later. It was in Nov 2006, when I published my first post "The Parent's view".  I was so overwhelmed by the number of comments posted on it and the way people were debating over it, that I decided to post all the topics here as debatable and happily described it "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food for thought&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the time passed, I kept getting new ideas to write down. But when I was about to write those down in the blog, I realized that they were just some small story not worth debatable and wasn't fitting the very idea of my blog: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food for thought&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started missing one important feature here in the blogger community... I wish there could have been an option to create a category for my each post and let the readers of my blogs decide what category they want to read in my blog. This would have made my life a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that why not just have two different blogs for me... one for the stuff which would be a bit more personal to me, sharing my day to day experiences, and one as this where I could have  a platform to post new topics for some debate/discussion. So, I created one more blog, but before I could post anything in it, I felt a need for one more blog as what I was about to write, was  not actually fitting there too.  And I started missing the "category" feature even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I decided that instead of going on and on, and creating a lot number of blog urls,  lets pour in   all my thoughts into a single one and describe it as "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mera Parichay&lt;/span&gt;" meaning "My introduction" in english. I hope this new description inspires me to write more into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this post goes in the hope that the blogger administrators would soon read this and start working on adding the "category" feature to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Posted by Vishal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13139496-8030446784556009394?l=visgupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8030446784556009394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13139496&amp;postID=8030446784556009394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/8030446784556009394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/8030446784556009394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/2008/06/from-food-for-thought-to-mera-parichay.html' title='From &quot;Food for thought&quot; to &quot;Mera Parichay&quot;...'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139496.post-6667672576385247999</id><published>2007-05-26T13:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:16:08.593+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages from my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gyan'/><title type='text'>"Its never too late to learn, but sometimes its too early"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was reading this quote in a book, an incident of my childhood flashed through my mind and I realized, how true it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eleven years old and enjoying my summer vacation along with my friends. We found out that a sparrow had laid a nest in one of the ventilators of our house and new born little birds had hatched from the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious by their chirping sound, we decided to check these out. So, one of my friend climbed up to the ventilator, picked one little bird and dropped it below where I was holding a small net to catch it. He came down and we played a lot with it. We named it "choo choo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very tiny and the wings had not yet properly developed. Initially it was a bit scared, but when we fed it with some grains and insects it became comfortable with us. It was running all over the house and then come back to us. It sat on our hands and used to look at us as if it was trying to find something from our faces. Finally, when we felt that we had played enough and its mother would be looking for it, we left it back in its nest and forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I saw "choo choo" just below the nest on the floor; dead. I always kept wondering how come it died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was much years later when I realized, "choo choo" had learnt to run and jump from the nest before its wings had developed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Its never too late to learn, but sometimes its too early"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Posted by Vishal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13139496-6667672576385247999?l=visgupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/6667672576385247999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13139496&amp;postID=6667672576385247999' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/6667672576385247999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/6667672576385247999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-never-too-late-to-learn-but_26.html' title='&quot;Its never too late to learn, but sometimes its too early&quot;'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139496.post-5447995338333954347</id><published>2006-12-17T18:42:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-06T20:33:13.554+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages from my life'/><title type='text'>The Hunger Strike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A discussion between me and two friends. I am narrating a true incident of my life to them... Didn't realize that I was that naughty in my childhood... :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishal : Hey guys, you know what, we did hunger strike once in our school. :) I was in class 5 then. The principal came back at the end of that day and asked us to go home and not to come to school again. And all the girls started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friend1 : Crying is the best way out!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishal : And then we apologized in front of whole school in the assembly next day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Friend2: Vishal, what was the reason for the strike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishal : Some stupid had written "Rakesh Dubey" on "Rakesh Tripathi's" shirt and he complained to the Principal. She announced that until the culprit in our class accepts it, no teacher will teach us. So, we said if no one teaches us, we will go on hunger strike.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we made "Rakesh Dubey" in our class take the responsibility of it, though he actually was not the one who did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friend1 : In class 5???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishal : Yes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Friend1 : Weird!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Friend2: That's not weird! coooooooool!!! Ultra cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friend1 : This is like a complicated story!!! but must have been fun though!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishal : Yup. One girl had fainted in the strike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friend1 : So, you went for her rescue???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Friend2: Ok. More excitement to the whole story. :-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishal : No. We made her have her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friend1 : Ok gud boys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishal : The thing was... Second lecture was of the Principal. We had interval only after 4 lectures. So, no teacher had come for two lectures. And we were like, we need to have a teacher anyway as no one was taking the responsibility of writing "Rakesh Dubey". So, in interval, we kept the lunch boxes outside the class saying that we won't have food if no teacher comes. And nobody stepped out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friend1 : Finally what happened to "Rakesh Dubey" ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishal : Rakesh Dubey too apologized in the assembly. And his father next day was scolding us for making his poor child do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Friend2: Something was seriously wrong with your class!!! WHY THE HELL WOULD U FORCE THE SCHOOL TO SEND A TEACHER TO YOUR CLASS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vishal : That's what I always wonder now. :( This could have been the most dumb and weirdest reason for someone going on hunger strike. But the experience was really cool. :-D What more can you expect from ten year old kids?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Posted by Vishal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13139496-5447995338333954347?l=visgupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/5447995338333954347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13139496&amp;postID=5447995338333954347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/5447995338333954347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/5447995338333954347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/2006/12/hunger-strike.html' title='The Hunger Strike'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139496.post-718275990216190251</id><published>2006-11-26T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:16:08.594+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pages from my life'/><title type='text'>A friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's a journey full of myriad hue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Few lingered by, who stayed with me were few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I find this day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the poem the best way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have been a friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who touched my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are a sweet honey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though you behave so funny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And whom I can never let go off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For whatever amount of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Written on: 18 March, 2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am no poet! It's just a b'day gift from a friend, whom even I would never let go off for whatever amount of money... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Posted by Vishal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13139496-718275990216190251?l=visgupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/718275990216190251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13139496&amp;postID=718275990216190251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/718275990216190251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/718275990216190251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/2006/11/friend.html' title='A friend'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139496.post-8862057815543277191</id><published>2006-11-19T00:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:11:49.427+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discussions'/><title type='text'>Believe in Fate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever since I was born, I (like many of those from the religious families) have been taught these two religious postulates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God has given us brain to think and in turn the "freedom of choice". And we should use this freedom wisely so that we do not do anything that is bad and against the God's will.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nothing in this world is possible against the God's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above two postulates if taken separately sounds good, but becomes contradictory when taken together. If both 1 &amp; 2 is true, and by the freedom of choice one chooses &amp;amp; succeeds to do anything that is bad, then by taking postulate 2, it was not against the God's will. If it was God's will, then why should he be punished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of two little girls playing with a bunch of dolls. They give a name to each doll and decide one of them is bad and finally at the end of the game, good doll punishes the bad one. Everything is pre-decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the question is: Why do people have aspirations. when the outcome is pre-decided. Is this what we call fate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the crap... That's the reason why, I &lt;span&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;believe in fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you believe in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Make your own destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; have faith in such a pre-decided world where someone else controls you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you want something, try and try until you succeed. No fate can stop you or give it to you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Posted by Vishal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13139496-8862057815543277191?l=visgupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/8862057815543277191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13139496&amp;postID=8862057815543277191' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/8862057815543277191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/8862057815543277191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/2006/11/believe-in-fate.html' title='Believe in Fate?'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13139496.post-116334745458666018</id><published>2006-11-12T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:12:11.452+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discussions'/><title type='text'>The Parent's view</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love vs Arranged marriage&lt;/span&gt; - One of the most popular topics for debate among the current bloggers, mostly dominated by the ones who are pissed off by the age old tradition of parents deciding the spouse of their children. Few of these blogs really got me into some serious contemplation, and one of those blogs is: &lt;a href="http://www.unusualpointsonlove.blogspot.com"&gt;http://www.unusualpointsonlove.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one common thing that I always found in such blogs is that the author in favor of love marriage always fail to capture the parent's point of view and (un)knowingly tend to showcase them as those mindless, insensitive brute who have no feelings at all for their children. I have a slightly different opinion regarding this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the parents hold their new born child in their hand for the first time, their feelings is just inexplicable. Marveling this miracle of nature, they decide to give the best to their child. Right from then till the child grows up and gets ready to live his/her life by self, the parents live for them fulfilling their demands and necessities whatever way they can. Now once the child grows up, is it really too much on their part if they expect a say in what spouse their child should get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the child comes to them saying that they "have decided" to marry that particular person, they have suddenly taken away this right from their parents. Yes, the child has to spend the entire life with that spouse, but they are not the only one who will be impacted by this decision. I see marriage as not something that's between two individuals, but between two families and hence, the decision should be taken considering the opinion of all the stake holders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a look at the current day's scenarios that I have come across, parents have not just outrightly rejected the choice as long as the child is not of the same caste/religion. I agree that love doesn't care about these factors but yes the parents do. As I was thinking about the reasons for this, the only one that I could find was to ensure that when two families tie this wedding knot, they try to ensure that each of the couple does not feel that they landed into a different world when they visit their in-laws and thus adapt to the new life easily. Sounds reasonable though not correct always in all of the cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More the parents are "social" in the so called societies for the upliftment of their own caste/religion, the more difficult it is for them to agree to go out of it. It's no more a question of trusting the judgment of the child whom they themselves have taught and brought up, but its about giving up the beliefs that they themselves have lived with for their entire life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame the parents for it but the society in which they live in. Yes, the society is formed coz of such individuals but the amount of courage it needs for people to pioneer such change is too much as there is a lot of pressure from the already formed "society" by their ancestors. Its not easy for each and everyone of them to become "the black sheep".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change is happening and reforms don't happen in a single day. Gone are the days when parents used to choose whom their child would marry, and the couple used to meet for the first time only after marriage. Today, the process for arranged marriage is much different than what it used to be a century back and the discretion of individual getting married is considerably taken. The casteism is diluted a lot since what it was about that time and as the time comes, as the current people debating for the love marriage/inter-caste marriage become parents of marriageable children, the society is going to change further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is nothing but compromise and it takes two mature people to make it a success and two immature to make it a failure doesn't matter if its a love or arranged one. Whoever finds the would be spouse first, whether parents or child, it should be positively taken by the other and the decision should be considered well by both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Posted by Vishal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13139496-116334745458666018?l=visgupta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/feeds/116334745458666018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13139496&amp;postID=116334745458666018' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/116334745458666018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13139496/posts/default/116334745458666018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://visgupta.blogspot.com/2006/11/parentss-view.html' title='The Parent&apos;s view'/><author><name>Vishal Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02201918576287676760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/visgupta/RZqzabHz6iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/rz1DVQFB4dY/vishal%20cartoon2%20%28Custom%29.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
