<?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-6866381</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:30:15.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Random babble about everything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-2959192585397827751</id><published>2007-05-30T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T17:40:17.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Ball 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IPXrwpo8UU/Rl3uLWviy_I/AAAAAAAABuk/tgexQNTQ9xw/s1600-h/IMG_0030.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IPXrwpo8UU/Rl3uLWviy_I/AAAAAAAABuk/tgexQNTQ9xw/s320/IMG_0030.jpg' border=0 alt='' id='BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_' &gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole night summer ball at the historic &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ch%C3%A2teau_de_Fontainebleau"&gt;Château de Fontainebleau&lt;/a&gt;. More &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/abhishek.agrawal/SummerBall07"&gt;pictures &lt;/a&gt;here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-2959192585397827751?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2959192585397827751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=2959192585397827751' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/2959192585397827751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/2959192585397827751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-ball-2007.html' title='Summer Ball 2007'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2IPXrwpo8UU/Rl3uLWviy_I/AAAAAAAABuk/tgexQNTQ9xw/s72-c/IMG_0030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-8841660477173286109</id><published>2007-04-28T07:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T07:57:48.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E8 Section Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IPXrwpo8UU/RjM2kAQCY5I/AAAAAAAABrQ/VsCS9JdQeD0/s1600-h/e8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IPXrwpo8UU/RjM2kAQCY5I/AAAAAAAABrQ/VsCS9JdQeD0/s320/e8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058446798637654930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Insead section just after the P2 exam. Ready for some good ol' fashioned drinking session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-8841660477173286109?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8841660477173286109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=8841660477173286109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/8841660477173286109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/8841660477173286109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2007/04/e8-section-party.html' title='E8 Section Party'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2IPXrwpo8UU/RjM2kAQCY5I/AAAAAAAABrQ/VsCS9JdQeD0/s72-c/e8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-444126199963332098</id><published>2007-04-18T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T18:42:51.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Tech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IPXrwpo8UU/RiaDg0BC4oI/AAAAAAAABrI/9ptcu4zvVc0/s1600-h/18mourn_slide1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054872231512040066" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IPXrwpo8UU/RiaDg0BC4oI/AAAAAAAABrI/9ptcu4zvVc0/s320/18mourn_slide1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Breaks my heart thinking of the classrooms, where I have spent so much time, stained with the blood of the innocents. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A part of all of us, who have walked carelessly down the drill field, seen the beauty of the setting sun on the Burruss hall and spent carefree times on the steps of Norris hall, has died in those moments of insanity. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-444126199963332098?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/ref/us/20070418_VICTIMS_GRAPHIC.html' title='Virginia Tech'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/444126199963332098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=444126199963332098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/444126199963332098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/444126199963332098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech.html' title='Virginia Tech'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2IPXrwpo8UU/RiaDg0BC4oI/AAAAAAAABrI/9ptcu4zvVc0/s72-c/18mourn_slide1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-712563804737242123</id><published>2007-03-09T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T11:57:19.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P1 break</title><content type='html'>First period ended yesterday - 5 exams in 3 days. However much I tried, I couldn't get myself phyced up about the exams. Consequently, slept (without worries) a bit too much and ate even more. I'm already feeling the effects of the second on my stomach. Hopefully wont have to pay for the first when the results come out (fingers crossed). Anyway, let bygones be  bygones. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday made a day trip to Paris. Spent a lot of time in Notre Dame and Latin court. The day was beautiful so managed to get some (what I think are) nice &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/abhishek.agrawal/NotreDameAndTheTower"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The next period starts in 3 days ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-712563804737242123?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/712563804737242123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=712563804737242123' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/712563804737242123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/712563804737242123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2007/03/p1-break.html' title='P1 break'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-4673637806652748826</id><published>2007-02-19T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:41:32.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First month at INSEAD</title><content type='html'>What I have learned?&lt;br /&gt;Whoever decided that 24 hrs in a day is enough should be sent to INSEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone who has not heard from me, yes, I am alive and &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/abhishek.agrawal/INSEAD1stMonth/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;is the proof.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-4673637806652748826?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4673637806652748826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=4673637806652748826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/4673637806652748826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/4673637806652748826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2007/02/first-month-at-insead.html' title='First month at INSEAD'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-116378746772307173</id><published>2006-11-17T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:25:45.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Milton Friedman - RIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Milton Friedman was one of the foremost thinkers of the last century. Strangely his &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/17/business/17friedman.html?_r=1&amp;oref=slogin"&gt;death &lt;/a&gt;has caused only fleeting mentions in the American media and hardly anything outside. Here is a man whose ideas on free markets have had more impact on the world economy than any other person's in the last 25 years. The tremendous growth in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and in other emerging countries was unleashed only after their economies were reformed and liberalized, which forms the core of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Milton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s ideas. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;A fearless crusader, he took it upon himself to propagate the value of free markets not just to make nations wealthier but also to spread a right that is intrinsically so human - the right to make our own destiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-116378746772307173?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/17/business/17friedman.html?_r=1&amp;oref=slogin' title='Milton Friedman - RIP'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/116378746772307173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=116378746772307173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116378746772307173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116378746772307173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/11/milton-friedman-rip.html' title='Milton Friedman - RIP'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-116194061070454223</id><published>2006-10-27T04:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T19:45:31.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Places I once called home</title><content type='html'>Thought it might be cool to document all the places where I have lived at in the last six years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;q=1252+Snyder+Ln,+Blacksburg,+VA+24060&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;om=1&amp;z=15&amp;amp;ll=37.244678,-80.424385&amp;spn=0.015544,0.054245&amp;amp;iwloc=addr"&gt;Terrace      View&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Blacksburg&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;VA&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: (Aug 2000 – June 2003)&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="a"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Lived       in three different houses in the same apartment complex.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Lasting       memories:&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My daily struggle to catch the 8 am bus in the middle of the snow season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.roanokeva.gov/85256A8D0062AF37/vwContentByKey/N25DWPNC572LWODEN"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Roanoke&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Drives to the &lt;a href="http://www.mountainlakehotel.com/"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Mountain&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in the middle of the winter nights.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;q=3342,+Willow+Crescent+Dr,+vienna,+va+22030&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;z=17&amp;ll=38.867221,-77.304976&amp;amp;spn=0.003801,0.013561&amp;t=h&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;Oakton      park&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;VA&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: (June 2003 – September 2004)&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="a"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;My first       experience living in a city (ok ok suburb of a big city)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Beautiful       top floor apartment overlooking a well manicured lawn and an urban forest.       &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Lasting       memories:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;M’s weekly trips from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Blacksburg&lt;/st1:city&gt; and the ensuing confusion on whether to pick her up from the north or the south side of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vienna&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; station.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;5 hour struggle in 45F to set up the satellite dish in time for the 1st one day match of the India-Pakistan cricket series.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Snotty management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Craaaaazy&lt;/st1:city&gt;  &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;DC&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; traffic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2004/03/0329_040329_cicadas.html"&gt;Cicada invasion&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;q=1111+arlington+blvd+arlington+va+22209&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;om=1&amp;z=16&amp;amp;ll=38.891818,-77.069843&amp;spn=0.007599,0.027122&amp;amp;t=h"&gt;River Place&lt;/a&gt;,      &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Arlington&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;VA&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: (September 2004 – February 2005)&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="a"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;My       first property.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Amazing       location – Next to the Arlington National cemetery and within walking distance       of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Potomac River&lt;/st1:place&gt; and all the DC monuments.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Lasting       memories:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Walking on the fresh green banks of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Potomac&lt;/st1:place&gt; in late spring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Lazy weekend afternoons spent shopping/eating/reading in &lt;a href="http://www.georgetowndc.com/"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Georgetown&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;Biking in the &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/nama/"&gt;National Mall&lt;/a&gt; area&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Smithsonian and the &lt;a href="http://www.nga.gov/"&gt;National gallery of arts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Kayaking in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Potomac&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wmata.com/"&gt;Metro &lt;/a&gt;rides&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;      &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=2621+2nd+Ave,+Seattle,+WA+98121&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;oe=UTF-8&amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;z=16&amp;ll=47.616029,-122.349286&amp;amp;spn=0.006581,0.027122&amp;t=h&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Harbor&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Heights&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,      &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;WA&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;: (March 2005 – September 2006) &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="a"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;My       second property.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;In Belltown, arguably       the most happening place in the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;       area – certainly the most convenient place to get back to after a night       of parting in the downtown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Lasting       memories:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Morning sunshine coming through the western wall of windows&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Sunsets from the building terrace&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pike place market and the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Seattle&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; shopping district&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Time spent working on my MBA applications at the &lt;a href="http://www.uptownespresso.net/"&gt;Uptown Espresso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Weekend jogs at the &lt;a href="http://www.cityofseattle.net/parks/parkspaces/Medwards.htm"&gt;Myrtle Edwards Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-116194061070454223?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/116194061070454223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=116194061070454223' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116194061070454223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116194061070454223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/10/places-i-once-called-home.html' title='Places I once called home'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-116155370189019702</id><published>2006-10-22T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:23:50.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Sunday morning album</title><content type='html'>Woke up tired again on Sunday morning. On days like these I know exactly what to listen to. Makes my day always - probably because I connect with the songs at a deeper level. &lt;a href="http://www.dhingana.com/albums.php?value=MzQ3"&gt;Check it out &lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-116155370189019702?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/116155370189019702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=116155370189019702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116155370189019702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116155370189019702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-favorite-sunday-morning-album.html' title='My favorite Sunday morning album'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-116124506676975474</id><published>2006-10-19T03:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T04:04:26.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>War on .... ahm .... so who are they?</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/17/opinion/17stein.html?em&amp;ex=1161403200&amp;en=91282c3968d8a7cd&amp;ei=5087%0A"&gt;scares &lt;/a&gt;me the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-116124506676975474?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/116124506676975474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=116124506676975474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116124506676975474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116124506676975474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/10/war-on-ahm-so-who-are-they.html' title='War on .... ahm .... so who are they?'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-116111984412582086</id><published>2006-10-17T16:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T17:22:01.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free markets and freedom</title><content type='html'>Next time someone complains about the evils of a free economy and justifies the need for the state to interfere, ask them to see this interview first. Milton does a brilliant job of linking free markets with the individual freedom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfishness after all is a basic human trait and we’ll never live a perfectly egalitarian society. So why not give everyone, instead of a few in the government, the power to make decisions that impact the whole society. This is the essence of Milton’s argument. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=6813529239937418232&amp;hl=en"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Source: &lt;a href="http://indiauncut.blogspot.com/"&gt;India Uncut&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-116111984412582086?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/116111984412582086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=116111984412582086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116111984412582086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116111984412582086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/10/free-markets-and-freedom.html' title='Free markets and freedom'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-116072432776136605</id><published>2006-10-13T03:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T03:45:00.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to say voiture in French?</title><content type='html'>Abhishek: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘voe-chur’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Teacher: No. Its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘vai-toor’&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘vai-chur’&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Teacher: No, its not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'via-chur'&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘vai-toor’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek (confused): &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘vaai-choor’&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Teacher: No! Its not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘choor’&lt;/span&gt; its ‘toor’. Say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘toor toor’&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek (frustrated): &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“chur chur”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Teacher (agitated): Why are you saying &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“chur”&lt;/span&gt;? Its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘toor’&lt;/span&gt;. Put you tongue down and keep your lips stretched!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek (embarrassed): &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“vai-toor”&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Teacher: Yes! That’s correct &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Abhi-chek'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek: Its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘Abhi-shek’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Teacher:  Yes, yes, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘Abhi-chek’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek: No it’s not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘Abhi-check’&lt;/span&gt;, its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘Abhi-shek’&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Teacher (confused): &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘Abhi-chheck’&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek: No! Don’t say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘-check’&lt;/span&gt; its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘-shek’&lt;/span&gt;. Pull your tongue up and stretch your mouth wide!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Teacher (a bit nervous): ‘&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Abhi-shhek’&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek (condescending): Yeah, although you don’t have to stretch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘shh’&lt;/span&gt; so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Teacher (relieved): Ok, got it. Thanks &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘Abhi-shhek’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;**Abhishek feeling good**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-116072432776136605?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/116072432776136605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=116072432776136605' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116072432776136605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/116072432776136605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-to-say-voiture-in-french.html' title='How to say voiture in French?'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-115951393734752228</id><published>2006-09-29T02:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T14:56:05.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/1600/IMG_0676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/320/IMG_0676.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight will be my last night at my Belltown condo. I really enjoyed living in this place for the last one and half years - will definitely miss it. Strangely enough this move has been symbolic of a lot of changes in my life recently. Will move to a new place tomorrow, to a new country in the months following, and hopefully, to newer opportunities in the years ahead. It’s not a walk in the park though. As any economist will tell you there is an opportunity cost associated all the choices we make in life. Choosing a new future often involves giving up something from the past. But most people find it difficult to trust a new future because until you unconditionally submit to it, future always is and will remain a "stranger". No wonder, good or bad (real or imagined), people would rather cling on to their pasts and drag it into their future because past after all is their "own".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, this has never been a contest - I love "strangers" in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-115951393734752228?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/115951393734752228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=115951393734752228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115951393734752228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115951393734752228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-115944598501636584</id><published>2006-09-28T08:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T08:30:43.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at amazon.com</title><content type='html'>... can really suck sometimes. The distribution centers in Europe are currently down and they are missing almost 5K shipments per hour (major bleeding). I have been fire-fighting whole night. As is always the case, more than the technical problem it’s reassuring people from all over the world that our teams are 200% focused (100% each for day and night) on their issue, is what makes the job difficult. Thankfully I just had to talk with folks in London, Frankfort, Glasgow and Seattle tonight. At least we spoke the same language. (Tokyo is the worst and China is in the pipeline) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I do see light at the end of the tunnel – I leave my job in a month :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-115944598501636584?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/115944598501636584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=115944598501636584' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115944598501636584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115944598501636584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-at-amazoncom.html' title='Life at amazon.com'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-115904288097449062</id><published>2006-09-23T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:12:28.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/1600/elephant-death.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/320/elephant-death.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you love with nothing but hope, sometimes you cry with everything but tears. In the end that’s all there is. Love and its duty; sorrow and its pain.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shantaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-115904288097449062?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://specials.rediff.com/news/2006/sep/22sld1.htm' title='Love and Sorrow'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/115904288097449062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=115904288097449062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115904288097449062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115904288097449062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/09/love-and-sorrow.html' title='Love and Sorrow'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-115853379650235429</id><published>2006-09-17T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:02:32.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>Read this, probably by Douglas Adams, a long time back and saw it again today. Keeps getting more true with time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Imagine a puddle waking up one morning and thinking, 'This is an interesting world I find myself in, an interesting hole I find myself in, fits me rather neatly, doesn't it? In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!' This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright, because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it; so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise. I think this may be something we need to be on the watch out for."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-115853379650235429?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/115853379650235429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=115853379650235429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115853379650235429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115853379650235429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/09/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-115843288918166798</id><published>2006-09-16T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T15:04:17.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bpccs.com/lcas/Cartoons/packing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:top; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.bpccs.com/lcas/Cartoons/packing.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PACKING !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-115843288918166798?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/115843288918166798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=115843288918166798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115843288918166798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115843288918166798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/09/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-115808448921110967</id><published>2006-09-12T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T02:35:39.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>93 blast: Memon family found guilty</title><content type='html'>Court has delivered it verdict; 3 brothers are found guilty and in all probability they will cool their heels behind bars for the rest of their lives. What a waste! &lt;br /&gt;All it takes is an individual's moment of insanity to wreck the course of so many lives. Those who died probably were the luckier once, the once that are left behind continue to face the reality of the sorrow everyday. And haven't the perpetrators inflicted the greatest pain on themselves? The guilty will pay their dues but their children will continue to endure a life of shame long after the parents are wiped out of the history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad deeds are part of everyone’s life, but behind every act lays a motive which often is overlooked. The problem with the criminal justice system is that it tries to determine how much crime is there in a wrong and not the other way around. Justice is done when both the defendant and the plaintiff are satisfied with the outcome. So will justice be ever done in this case? Probably not. For a guilty, it’s easier to find solace when he owes to a wrong committed with a wrong intention. But for these guys the path to salvation will be the steepest, for they genuinely believe that there’s was a just cause. Sure enough, as they see everything around them fall apart they will realize the futility of it all. And won’t that be their greatest punishment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-115808448921110967?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ibnlive.com/news/93-blast-verdict-four-memon-brothers-verdict/21318-3.html' title='93 blast: Memon family found guilty'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/115808448921110967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=115808448921110967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115808448921110967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115808448921110967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/09/93-blast-memon-family-found-guilty.html' title='93 blast: Memon family found guilty'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-115672440183040505</id><published>2006-08-27T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:03:12.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of being happy in Seattle</title><content type='html'>Seattle often gets a lot of rap for its its dull and wet weather but when the sun does shine on this city, its one of the best places to be at. Yesterday was one such day. As it often happens during the summer weekends, I got up lazily in the morning but was immediately dumb stuck by the brilliant sunshine permeating through my living room's western wall of windows. The whole bay was shimmering with hundreds of large and small boats, reflecting back every bit of sun rays falling on it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/1600/IMG_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 8px 8px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/320/IMG_0666.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I didn't have any plan for the day, I decided to take advantage of the wonderful weather outside. It was 12:30 in the afternoon, and I was already at &lt;a href="http://www.pikeplacemarket.org/frameset.asp?flash=true"&gt;Pike place market&lt;/a&gt;. By far, Pike place market is the number 1 tourist attraction of Seattle. There are numbers shops in the market selling just about everything, from sea-food and flowers, to Chinese goods and mummy replicas. But for me the real joy of Pike place market are the numerous restaurants selling delights from all over the world. The best of Greek and Mediterranean cuisine at Turkish delight, french tarts and cakes at La Panair, English breakfast at the Crumpet shop and out of the this world clam chowder at Pike place chowder and piroshkis of Piroshki Piroshkis. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/1600/IMG_0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/320/IMG_0664.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picking what to eat is always difficult, but more often than not I walk straight to &lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"BEECHER'S&lt;/b&gt; HANDMADE CHEESE". Nothing, absolutely nothing, comes close to the grilled smoked turkey sandwich and macaroni that these guys make. The salty melted cheese and smoked turkey slices when slowly chewed with warm and &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;hard crust of rye bread, relaxes your mind, body and soul like no other thing in this world. And the macaroni! ugh, its just sinful! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;I can fly to Seattle from anywhere in this world just for lunch at Beecher's; once you try it, you will too.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Felling blessed after I ate to my hearts content, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;again as I usually do, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt; turned left on Pike street &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;and walked east towards the &lt;a href="http://www.seattletravel.com/seattle-shopping.html"&gt;shopping district&lt;/a&gt; between 3rd and 6th avenue. I have been to some of the best malls in DC and New York, but the experience of walking on street with the biggest of brands all around you, right on the street, is something very different. Its as if you are not caged inside a mall but the mall itself has opened itself up and taken over 10 city blocks. Instead of small and suffocating stores, each of these stores &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;here &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;have enough space for a soccer field. And the brands, from &lt;/font&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;Urban Outfitters, Gap and Nordstorm to specialty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;boutiques like Betsy Johnson and Isadora's Antique Clothing, they got it all. &lt;/span&gt;My personal favorite is Nordstorm rack. If you want best quality shoes at the most reasonable price, this is the place for you. Beware though, the sheer variety of choices can be disorienting; at this store patience is a virtue that all of us shoppers can use some more of.&lt;br&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/1600/IMG_0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/320/IMG_0662.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt; At 2:30pm, the sun was beating down hard and I was not particularly keen on shopping anything, so I walked into Border's, both escape from the heat and check out the recent titles. None of my trips to shopping district are finished without spending an hour or two at Border's or Barns &amp; Nobles. It strange but I feel the most secure and clam when I surrounded by the smell of new books .... more on it someday later.&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt; I started my way back north on 4th Ave and stopped at 4th and wall for a cup of coffee at &lt;a href="http://www.uptownespresso.net/"&gt;Uptown Espresso&lt;/a&gt;. Everyone knows Seattle is famous for its coffee and big coffee companies like Starbucks, Tullys and Seattle Coffee. But for me no other store epitomizes Seattle and coffee as much as Uptown Espresso. The baristas here are laid back and always look into your eyes while taking order. There is no regimented number writing, punching keys on the computer or howling your name when the coffee is ready. Here there is just one person who takes your order and makes coffee before serving the next person in line. Although crowded, the patrons - residents of nearby apartments (and not "my ass is on fire office goers") are patient and look relaxed. I have literally spent hundreds of hours at Uptown Espresso and know the "regulars" very well. There is that dentistry student who is always with his text book, the lady with her dog who sits in the corner, the Mexican guy with his chess set and the tall and lanky white man who is learning Chinese. Sometimes I talk to them but most times we show our acquaintance by slight nudge of head or parting of lips. The place also has unwritten rules on how and where to sit. If you don't have a computer with you don't sit on tables along the wall because that's where the plug points are - leave the table open for someone who might have a computer. If there are not enough tables don't sit on one where someone is reading intently - he/she might be disturbed, pick one where the person is just drinking coffee, they might be interested in a conversation. Also if you have few people along with you, take the bigger tables on the right side instead of moving tables on the left side. There are no pretensions here; the carpet is old but always clean, the furniture is ordinary but designed with comfort in mind and space is well lit and opens up completely for warm summer days. Some of my best memories of Seattle will be of those winter afternoons at Uptown when I sat right in the corner next to the window reading newspaper and drinking coffee with warm sunlight blushing my cheeks.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The time now was about 5 pm. I reached home, called a few friends and relaxed for some time. At 5:30 pm, still full of energy, I changed into athletic wear and went for jog at &lt;a href="http://www.seattle.gov/PARKS/parkspaces/Medwards.htm"&gt;Myrtle Edwards Park&lt;/a&gt;. It amazes me how few Seattleites know of this wonderful park. Sitting right between Belltown and lower queen ann, this park runs along the water, and with Mt. Rainer and Olympic mountains in the background, offers some of the most stunning views of the city. If seeing all the natural and man-made beauty around you doesn't make you feel happy that you are alive, nothing else will.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I reached back home at 7:30 pm and after a quick shower and few phone calls, I was ready for dinner. The venue was a Spanish restaurant, Peso's at Queen Anne. This place is considered as one of the best "pick-up" spots in the city and the moment you enter the restaurant (and bar) you will understand why. But my interest was just in food and was quite happy with their specialty - "carne asada". I was back home at 10:15pm but the night was just getting started in the city. By 11:00 pm, couple of friends and I were already on the &lt;a href="http://www.thebalticroom.com/"&gt;Baltic room&lt;/a&gt; dance floor surrounded by the sea of human mass, gyrating to the latest of bollywood and bhangra beats. After an hour of hip shaking, leg throwing, neck &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;jerking&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;, stomping on other people's foot and getting stomped on, I truly &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;became &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;one with 500 other people that had packed that 15x20 sq feet dance floor. I could sense every muscle of my body twitching, but the tremendous energy of the crowd and 4 whiskey sours kept me going. Finally, at 12:30am , completely  drenched in sweat (not all if it was mine), I was just about ready to call it a night but no clubbing night is really over without a sugar shot at &lt;a href="http://www.dilettante.com/"&gt;Dilettante&lt;/a&gt;. The creme brule gave me enough sugar to change my mind at 1:30am and we found ourselves at &lt;a href="http://www.neighboursnightclub.com/"&gt;Neighbours&lt;/a&gt;. Ok now all you worried folks out there, yes, neighbors is the most famous gay and lesbian club in Seattle, but don't worry I am as straight as an arrow.  What is less known about &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;neighbors &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;is that its the best dance club in Seattle, the absolute best. More than half of the people that come to Neighbous are actually straight and its this mix of gays and non gays, which makes it such an interesting place. From bhangra, the switch to 80's disco and rock-n-roll was instant, and once again I was in midst of sea of humanity undulating between reality and fantasy. By 3am I was barely able to dance and truly had enough. We stumbled out of neighbors and after some pointless wandering on the street, finally manged to locate our car and drove back home.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; At 3:30am, as I lay in my bed thinking of the day gone by, I couldn't help wonder about what really makes life fulfilling. Sure, everyone loves fame and fortune, success in professional life, going place and having everything, but does it really make one happy? I have everything that I can ask for and yet its not what I have that makes me happy. The simple joys of life, of taking a moment to appreciate the beauty around us, of going beyond our inhibitions and experiencing the unknown, of &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;looking into a stranger's eyes and not shirking away, of meeting familiar faces and connecting with their lives, of living life in that moment to its fullest, is what really makes the days of our lives truly memorable. I don't know what the future holds for me, but I know that no matter where I am I just have look within myself to find happiness. And isn't this realization that keeps us going as we face life and its glorious uncertainties.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-115672440183040505?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/115672440183040505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=115672440183040505' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115672440183040505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115672440183040505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/08/of-being-happy-in-seattle.html' title='Of being happy in Seattle'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-115657286700268173</id><published>2006-08-26T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T02:54:44.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-reading blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  09:27 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Essentials of Accounting - Page 77&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 09:29 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Thirsty! Need some water&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 09:31 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Turned on the radio&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 09:32 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Changed the channel&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 09:33 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Yeah! Essentials of Accounting - Page 77&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 09:35 PM &lt;/span&gt;- Phone call&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 09:50 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Ok, now a bit serious. Essentials of Accounting - Page 77&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 09:51 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Oh! Forgot, had to make a call&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:13 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Stupid radio. Changed the channel once more.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:15 PM&lt;/span&gt; - eke! This radio thing is not working - Turned the CD player on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:17 PM&lt;/span&gt; - hmm! Whats that noise outside?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:29 PM&lt;/span&gt; - It was nothing. Few drunks having fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:30 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Hungry, haven't had dinner yet!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:42 PM&lt;/span&gt; - (After dinner) Yeah! Feel'in much better - Essentials of Accounting - Page 77&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:44 PM&lt;/span&gt; - ugh! Feel'in sleepy&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:45 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Need a warm drink&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:51 PM&lt;/span&gt; - Yup, I feel really focussed now! Essentials of Accounting - Page 77&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 10:55 PM&lt;/span&gt; - (After reading the same line 10 times) hmm ... "I should take it easy, its been a tough week."&lt;br&gt; .......................................................................&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 08:17 AM&lt;/span&gt; - Essentials of Accounting - Page 77&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-115657286700268173?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/115657286700268173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=115657286700268173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115657286700268173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115657286700268173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/08/pre-reading-blues.html' title='Pre-reading blues'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-115586690107451053</id><published>2006-08-17T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T03:15:11.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to France!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, big news! In few months will be moving to France to join &lt;a href="http://www.insead.edu/"&gt;INSEAD's&lt;/a&gt; MBA program. To say that I am excited will be an understatement. I am literally floating in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is quite renowned and is called business school for the world; and why not, students from more than 83 countries will be in my own class. But academics apart, this should be an interesting experience. INSEAD is situated in the picturesque river side town of Fontainebleau just 40 KM (yes kilometers :-) from Paris. And then there will be opportunities to study both in Singapore (which I am planning to) and Wharton (not planning). I am hoping to stay in one of those amazing Cheatues next to the forest, which is frequently the venue for the famous INSEAD parties. But I wonder how much of it will I be able to enjoy? This will an intense one year program with 2 months of summer internship, and in between there will be "study" tours to such far away places like Cambodia, Chile and India (yey!). I have also heard about alumni events in French Riviera, job fairs in London and New York, graduation parties in Paris, and .... Oh! I am dreaming again. I wonder why I never think about the crazy 100hr work weeks, which incidentally INSEAD is more famous for ... Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the move itself will be anything but easy. First of all I have to wind up my life in USA - sell house, car, furniture, turn in my resignation, say goodbyes (this will be most difficult) then fly to India and hopefully do some traveling, and towards the end of December fly back to France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although intentional, this will be a big change. Few months ago, when I started applying to the business schools, I was very confident that this is what’s next for me. But now that business school is suddenly a reality I am slowly realizing what a big change it will be. Going back to a poor student's life will be just one of the challenges. Moving all the way to France brings whole set of other issues - understating new country, learning a new language, customs and experiencing the famous French snobbishness. But this is what I signed up for when I sent in my INSEAD application. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next couple of months in USA are completely booked. My condo just came on &lt;a href="http://locator.nwmls.com/scripts/mgrqispi.dll?APPNAME=Locator&amp;PRGNAME=MLSLogin&amp;ARGUMENT=2VOEb4QVGSMTsciE2y6cvw%3D%3D"&gt;market &lt;/a&gt;today. Check out the pictures, the place looks absolutely fabulous. The photographer did a really good job :). Hopefully this will close soon and I will be able to wipe my hands of one more (fingers crossed) successful investment. After that will probably fly to San Francisco to get the French visa ... damm! I hate my Indian passport; no country would let me in without having me go through the painful visa application process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one good thing I did was to give away my TV and DVD player to a friend. Instead of wasting time watching Comdey Central, I am actually doing something more useful, or am I? Huh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-115586690107451053?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/115586690107451053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=115586690107451053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115586690107451053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/115586690107451053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/08/moving-to-france.html' title='Moving to France!'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-114227784098603276</id><published>2006-03-13T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:50:49.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right (?) to Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4739306.stm"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41361000/jpg/_41361986_indiaps203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px;" src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/41361000/jpg/_41361986_indiaps203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how even the most well intentioned laws can become such a dilemma in India. What's humbling is that the poorest of the poor are already availing this right to information but non existent delivery system runs the risk of adding this right to the long list of other laws which look like a dream on paper but have had no impact on people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;The great Indian conundrum continues to frustrate and infuriate, and yet it continues to inspire. Oh! I just love my country :-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-114227784098603276?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4739306.stm' title='Right (?) to Information'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/114227784098603276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=114227784098603276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/114227784098603276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/114227784098603276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/03/right-to-information.html' title='Right (?) to Information'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-114164134318414458</id><published>2006-03-06T05:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T13:48:33.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>City as they say – never sleeps; neither can I tonight. As I stare out of the window, I can see my face reflected back in the mirror, illuminated by the pure white and surprisingly warm monitor light. Even at this odd hour life just keeps going on. A homeless man trying to curl into the smallest of the nooks, hoping to warm himself with his own body heat, a tireless road light turning from green to yellow to red even though there are hardly any cars to obey it and the shimmering lights of ferries beyond, floating carelessly on a dark deep bay filled with the salty fridget waters from the north. There are stories everywhere, inside each of those windows shielded with blinds trying to hide love, shame, passion, determination, fear and betrayal. As the night will give way to the morning, these stories will emerge out of the dreams and nightmares and step into the reality of a new day yet continue as if the night never really happened. I will see that caring mother, who keenly watches her young son climb into the school bus. I wonder &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Why don’t I ever see that boy’s father? Does he not live with them? Is the mother happy and the son secure?”&lt;/span&gt; And there will be that furniture shop owner, who washes the pavement clean every morning hoping to make a more inviting entrance. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“I have never seen a customer in that shop. It must be making losses. Why waste time washing dirt off the pavement instead of improving the furniture selection? May be he is better suited to do something else than selling furniture.” &lt;/span&gt;As I spread my gaze across the city, I realize, for every reality there is a story. Story initiated with bits of reality and completed by my own fantasy. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Then what is their reality?”&lt;/span&gt; I question myself. A humbling realization that I may never know makes the story, eventually and invariably, the reality. A disturbing thought occurs, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“If all my actions are in response to the imaginations of my mind, then what is being alive and aware?”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight into my reflection in the window, I can sense it staring back with the same inquisitive eyes. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“What is my reality?”&lt;/span&gt; it’s asking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-114164134318414458?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/114164134318414458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=114164134318414458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/114164134318414458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/114164134318414458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/03/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-114084021109433397</id><published>2006-02-24T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:05:36.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/1600/mirror_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:up; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/320/mirror_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I have been struggling with my technology career ... Hmmm.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-114084021109433397?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/114084021109433397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=114084021109433397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/114084021109433397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/114084021109433397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-i-have-been-struggling-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-114059217930575043</id><published>2006-02-22T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T02:47:53.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it still bother you?</title><content type='html'>Manu Sharma who allegedly (yeah right) murdered Jessica Lal in 1999 was acquitted by the court &lt;a href="http://www.ndtv.com/topstories/showtopstory.asp?slug=Jessica+Lal+case%3A+All+accused+acquitted&amp;id=18813&amp;category=National"&gt;today&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One more instance of rich and famous manipulating the system to get away with the most heinous of crimes. It just pains my heart to see this happen again and again and again. Is our system so spineless to not even stand a fighting chance against these sophisticated thugs. That fellow shot that young model at point blank range and now he is getting away scott free. Today when I read it in the news, my immediate reaction was to be cynical. But no, I dont want to cynical anymore. India can never be a land of our dreams if privileged few continue to be above and beyond the arms of law. When was the last time a politition was convicted or a stock market scamster brought to justice? Its instances like these that do more damage to people's trust in the system than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;Outraged and frustrated, I sent an email to &lt;a href="http://www.bharatudaymission.org/"&gt;Bharat Uday Mission&lt;/a&gt;. Not sure if anything will happen but just couldn't pass it as another news headline which will be stale in a day.&lt;br /&gt;I hope somewhere an Indian &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elliot_Spitzer"&gt;Elliot Spitzer&lt;/a&gt; is reading this blog. (Since only two people read this blog, I hope you know that its YOU I am talking about)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-114059217930575043?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=88392' title='Does it still bother you?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/114059217930575043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=114059217930575043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/114059217930575043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/114059217930575043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/02/does-it-still-bother-you.html' title='Does it still bother you?'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-113987454033101619</id><published>2006-02-13T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:53:41.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving back an earful</title><content type='html'>From the recent India-Pak cricket match. At least for this cop, the thaw in the relations between the two countries has not brought any peace J. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/1600/Indian-Cricket-fan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/320/Indian-Cricket-fan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-113987454033101619?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/113987454033101619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=113987454033101619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113987454033101619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113987454033101619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/02/giving-back-earful.html' title='Giving back an earful'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-113972947850131480</id><published>2006-02-12T02:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T03:01:15.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rang De Basanti</title><content type='html'>Saw RDB this evening. Liked it but I must confess it was a bit of a let down mainly because of all the hype surrounding the film. Dont get me wrong its a good movie but its just not able to shrug off the "Bollywood movie" tag. Cinematography and the technical aspects of the film are pure brilliance but the screenplay was loose. Not compelling enough, felt something was amiss. Perhaps a bit elitist (pinkospeak). These bunch of kids had everything going for them and the sudden turn in their thought process was a bit far fetched. Also not sure if the film really represents today's youth, especially the once who dont live in big cities, dont have access to flashy cars and who have more worries in life than deciding where should they party next. I think there are few people still left in India who fall in that category, right ? Didnt see them in the movie at all.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the larger issue the film is trying to address is - How do you create a revolution in India ? Take over the Akashwani Bhawan and fill the air waves with revolutionary thoughts ...hmm ... is that what he said ? No. He said become a conscious citizen, join army, get into IAS and participate in the political process of the country. Cynic in me is screaming "BOOOOOOORRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGG!" but thankfully I am not a cynic. I believe. This is the way forward for India and in a lot of ways its already happening. Everyone now I then I read &lt;a href="http://www.indiaempowered.com/"&gt;incredible things &lt;/a&gt;common men and women of  country are already doing to empower themselves and those around them. The problem here is institutionalizing this empowerment. For all its quirkiness, the current goverment did promulgate the "Right to Information" bill, which if implemented in letter and spirit has the power to bring accountability into the system like never before.  Access to information and the right to use it to demand justice can institutionalize the kind of revolution the film talks about.&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline -We have a long way to before this happens. Even the film had to be specially screened for clearance by guess whom ? &lt;a href="http://www.apunkachoice.com/scoop/bollywood/20060117-0.html"&gt;Indian Defence Minister!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-113972947850131480?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://imdb.com/title/tt0405508/' title='Rang De Basanti'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/113972947850131480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=113972947850131480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113972947850131480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113972947850131480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/02/rang-de-basanti.html' title='Rang De Basanti'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-113869856758596698</id><published>2006-01-31T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T04:16:41.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Endless Wait</title><content type='html'>Didn't go for workout even today. The wait is excruciating, cant seem to concentrate on anything. Staring out of my window, I have seen the &lt;a href="http://www.wsdot.wa.gov/ferries/"&gt;Bainbride ferry &lt;/a&gt; go by 10 times already this evening. Next couple of weeks will continue to be very difficult, at least I will learn the complete evening schedule by then. &lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep busy in any way possible. Read about Greenblatt's &lt;a href="http://www.magicformulainvesting.com/"&gt;Magic Formula for Investment&lt;/a&gt; in his new &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0471733067/102-5804794-5336163?v=glance&amp;n=283155"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;. Its a good idea, although there is nothing innovative here. Everyone knows: Buy High yield and with good ROI companies, but no one knows what the future yield or ROI will be. Backfitting strategies into past performance makes any strategy look good. But how do you stretegize when you don't have numbers? Greenblatt gives you the numbers but there are a lot of retailers at the top of his ranking, who can go bust overnight. How do you know then that by going for heigher yield you are not buying more risk ? You still have to do your research says the fine print. For most people like me the transaction cost itself will eat away a big percentage of gains. Thank you Sir! I will stick with my own little index fund strategy. On the other hand may be I should give it a try, at the very least it will keep my mind occupied. Naah! its too costly an indulgence just to distract myself, counting ferries go back and forth is much cheaper. :)&lt;br /&gt;Damn the test match is also not going anywhere. When push comes to shove Team India is the first to chicken out. Bunch of &lt;a href="http://usa.cricinfo.com/db/NEW/LIVE/frames/IND_PAK_T3_29JAN-02FEB2006.html"&gt;bozos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-113869856758596698?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/113869856758596698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=113869856758596698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113869856758596698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113869856758596698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/01/endless-wait.html' title='Endless Wait'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-113838841791381885</id><published>2006-01-27T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:02:30.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fart Flair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/1600/Only_in_Denmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/861/394/320/Only_in_Denmark.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I go under the knife, I will be very very careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-113838841791381885?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/113838841791381885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=113838841791381885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113838841791381885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113838841791381885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/01/fart-flair.html' title='Fart Flair'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-113834541309836892</id><published>2006-01-27T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T02:14:31.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of heaven</title><content type='html'>OMG! I love children’s films, but this one is special. Remember the warmth that fills your heart when you see a couple exchanging an unexpected kiss or a stunning valley that opens right in front just after you take one last turn to reach the mountain’s summit – this movie is 1.5 hrs of just that feeling. The innocence, love and untiring efforts of the young brother and sister to make best of the situation will melt the coldest of hearts. How can a country which produces films like this ever mean harm to anyone? If were Bush, I would give you your &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/01/27/politics/27iran.html?_r=1&amp;oref=login"&gt;nuclear toys Iran&lt;/a&gt;! (Ugh ..its probably the bottle of wine I had with the movie that’s I saying this.)&lt;br /&gt;No seriously, this is wonderful movie. The young girl’s lost shoes sets up the plot and create a situation where the brother and sister have to secretly share a pair of shoes because they know that their parents can’t afford another one. The struggle of main character ‘Ali’, the brother in this film, reminds me of ‘Chaipu’ of ‘&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0096028/"&gt;Salaam Bombay&lt;/a&gt;’ because they both are desperately fighting odds to achieve something. For Chaipu, it’s the train ticket to go back to his mother in village while for Ali it’s the pair of shoes he wants for his sister. At the end both don’t get what they wanted, but while ‘Salaam Bombay’ breaks your heart, ‘Children of heaven’ fills you with hope and a promise for the future.&lt;br /&gt;Majid Majidi, the director, did end the movie ‘&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104561/"&gt;Jo Jeeta Wahi Sikandar&lt;/a&gt;’ way, but herein lays the beauty of the screenplay. Even after winning, Ali did loose and yet in a lot of ways he did win. Go see the movie to know what I mean. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-113834541309836892?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0118849/' title='Children of heaven'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/113834541309836892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=113834541309836892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113834541309836892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113834541309836892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/01/children-of-heaven.html' title='Children of heaven'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-113766014392313373</id><published>2006-01-19T03:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T03:49:31.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Krzysztof Kieslowski &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;is regarded as one of the leading film makers of our time and after watching Blue, the first part of his trilogy ‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111495/"&gt;Trois couleurs&lt;/a&gt;’ (Three Colors), I understand why. The theme of the movie is &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Liberty&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; - from personal sorrows and painful past - which is poignantly depicted in the life of Julie as she struggles to recover from the death of her husband and young daughter in a car accident. After her failed attempt to commit suicide, Julie starts afresh in a new environment leading an anonymous life. But past (her husband was a famous composer) keeps knocking on her door again and again. The unfinished compositions and the pregnant mistress of her husband pull her back into a life she desperately was running away from. In this process she discovers affection and a new cause which eventually gives her freedom to chart a different course from her past.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juliette Binoche powerfully brings out the raw emotions of Julie, often relying on nothing more than deep melancholy eyes and unnerving silence. Kieslowski is a master of using music instead of dialogs (there are very few of them) in moving the story forwards. Some of the scenes, especially the one in which Julie hears her husband’s music while swimming, are absolutely hair raising. The delicate screenplay and soul touching photography truly make this movie stand apart. One of the better once I have seen in a long time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-113766014392313373?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108394/' title='Blue'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/113766014392313373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=113766014392313373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113766014392313373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/113766014392313373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2006/01/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-111536014141214201</id><published>2005-05-06T02:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:00:51.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2747/640/IMG_0056_21.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2747/400/IMG_0056_21.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Potomac from my apartment in DC&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-111536014141214201?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/111536014141214201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=111536014141214201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/111536014141214201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/111536014141214201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2005/05/frozen-potomac-from-my-apartment-in-dc.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-111509754481477790</id><published>2005-05-03T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T15:01:37.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2747/640/IMG_0056_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2747/400/IMG_0056_2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more shot&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-111509754481477790?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/111509754481477790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=111509754481477790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/111509754481477790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/111509754481477790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-more-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-110918550319228916</id><published>2005-02-23T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T14:37:16.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever said fundamentalist cant make good economists ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.expressindia.com/fullstory.php?newsid=42274"&gt;http://www.expressindia.com/fullstory.php?newsid=42274&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Paki finance minister is secretly wishing that more actresses follow Meera. With so much "talent" in Pakistan, its only a matter of time before thier economic woes are taken care by the revenue generated by these fines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-110918550319228916?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.expressindia.com/fullstory.php?newsid=42274' title='Whoever said fundamentalist cant make good economists ?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/110918550319228916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=110918550319228916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/110918550319228916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/110918550319228916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2005/02/whoever-said-fundamentalist-cant-make.html' title='Whoever said fundamentalist cant make good economists ?'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-110727940653492832</id><published>2005-02-01T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T13:29:09.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Food, no Thought</title><content type='html'>           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am in the process of moving out of DC to start a new job. Since my current company is on a week long cruise this week I decided to quit last week itself. I know, I should I have quit after the cruise but these damned ethics came in the way. Life will be so much more simple without them.&lt;br /&gt;As I announced my resignation, I knew people would be taken aback. I expected a few handshakes and goodbyes, but what I got was 8 farewell parties in the last 6 days. Physically it was very tough, my gastric juices and stomach have never been subject such rigorous tests. It was only a matter of time before they revolted thus increasing the number of bathroom visits.&lt;br /&gt;May be, by acknowledging my sins I will be condoned and the extra layer of fat around my stomach will magically vanish. So here is what happened in the last few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Date&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="25" month="1"&gt;Jan 25 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt; (Lunch)&lt;br /&gt;Group : Few RADG (Racist Asian Dinner Group) members&lt;br /&gt;Venue : &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; Pizza Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Agenda: Update on the latest of the racial slurs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Date&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="26" month="1"&gt;Jan 26 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt; (Lunch)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group : Java Team &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : On the borders&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda: Hedging bets on my returning back to Appian&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Date&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="26" month="1"&gt;Jan 26 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt; (Dinner)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group : Appian open all Dinner&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Bailyes Pub &amp;amp; Grill&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda: Farewell sugar talk &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Date&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="27" month="1"&gt;Jan 27 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt; (Dinner)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group : DC Desi (non ABCD)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : PF Changs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda: Celebrating birth of one more ABCD of the Group&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Date&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="28" month="1"&gt;Jan 28 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt; (Lunch)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group : NON RADG (Racist Asian Dinner Group) members. Some pseudo Asians were also present&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Tachibana &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda: How to make the perfect Maki Sushi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Date&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="29" month="1"&gt;Jan 29 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt; (Dinner)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group : College buddies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Heritage &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda: Keep the rumor mills running&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Date&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="30" month="1"&gt;Jan 30 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt; (Dinner)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group : Couple one on one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Charcoal kabob&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda: Investigating Indian culinary influence on everything edible in this world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Date&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;: &lt;st1:date year="2005" day="31" month="1"&gt;Jan 31 2005&lt;/st1:date&gt; (Dinner)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group : Couple one on one&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue : Gua-Rapo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agenda: Liberals - free for all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-110727940653492832?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/110727940653492832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=110727940653492832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/110727940653492832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/110727940653492832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2005/02/farewell-food-no-thought.html' title='Farewell Food, no Thought'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-110382637012662932</id><published>2004-12-23T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T22:06:04.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four stages of work</title><content type='html'>My friend and I were talking about our work at lunch today. He told me about a grid that he has come up with to clearly define 4 stages of the work. This is what the grid looks like. &lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;caption&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four stages of work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/caption&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;th&gt;Trying hard &lt;th&gt;Not trying hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Making swift progress &lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jamming&lt;/center&gt;&lt;td&gt;Cruising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th&gt;Making slow progress &lt;td&gt;Grinding &lt;td&gt;Slacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are stuck in the 4th quadrant where they are neither trying hard nor making swift progress. My initial assessment was that the most productive quadrant is Jamming but you can’t sustain trying hard for a long period of time. The key is to be in Cruising quadrant. It’s much better for your endurance. The only problem is that it’s very easy to slip from Cruising to Slacking. The other paradox is that if you try hard not to go from cruising to slacking, you might risk getting into Jamming. The key is to make a healthy balance between not trying too hard and still being focused. It’s really difficult to that especially so many interesting things going in the workspace. Some of them are shown below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2747/640/IMG_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2747/400/IMG_0171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflict Resolution &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is this really a release blocker bug ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2747/640/IMG_0159.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2747/400/IMG_0159.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiasm of your colleagues&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2747/640/IMG_0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/54/2747/400/IMG_0181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your own desires to find your inner self &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-110382637012662932?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/110382637012662932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=110382637012662932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/110382637012662932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/110382637012662932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2004/12/four-stages-of-work.html' title='Four stages of work'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-110375419628904838</id><published>2004-12-22T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T17:53:40.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise Bio</title><content type='html'>Each year my company goes on a weeklong cruise trip to the Caribbean - Mexico (or Alaska if the HR Manager is really pissed at us). Before the trip all employees are asked to prepare short bios about themselves. These bios are compiled into a small book, which is distributed among the employees as a memento of the trip. Here is my bio for this year’s trip.&lt;hr /&gt;Name: Abhishek Agrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth city: &lt;br /&gt;Etawah, UP - India. It is an overgrown village of a half a million people in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prone to: &lt;br /&gt;Frequent spells of selective amnesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convicted of: &lt;br /&gt;2 speeding tickets and 1 for jumping a red light (and also for trying to drive through the wall). Oh yeah, once reprimanded for stealing 2 year olds ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claim to fame: &lt;br /&gt;$3000 phone bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talents: &lt;br /&gt;Still trying to find one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of: &lt;br /&gt;Making a product so efficient that customers don’t even need to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believes:&lt;br /&gt;Life is an angry bull and you are a stupid matador. You stand in its path, grab the bull by its horn and try to bring it down. The bull hurls you in the air and you land with the control of a helicopter with no gas. Even though your body is badly scratched and there is blood dripping down your face you don’t give up. You stand up once again and charge back towards the bull. The result is no different this time. You keep fighting until you are tired, exhausted and your motivation becomes that of a wet noodle. Beaten to submission you don’t know where to go and what to do. You loose all hope and &lt;b&gt;THEN&lt;/b&gt; you make the decision of your life, &lt;b&gt;YOU MARRY IT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-110375419628904838?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/110375419628904838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=110375419628904838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/110375419628904838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/110375419628904838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2004/12/cruise-bio.html' title='Cruise Bio'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-110352263605693458</id><published>2004-12-16T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T01:16:51.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PIO unveiled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mighty-pen.blogspot.com/2004/12/torture-no-way.html"/&gt;For people who missed the BPO wave - "Be ready for the new one!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-110352263605693458?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mighty-pen.blogspot.com/2004/12/torture-no-way.html#comments' title='PIO unveiled'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/110352263605693458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=110352263605693458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/110352263605693458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/110352263605693458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2004/12/pio-unveiled.html' title='PIO unveiled'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-109616752669006539</id><published>2004-09-25T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:54:46.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Programming:</title><content type='html'>Almost everyone who has ever been a part of a software development team has experienced a sense of anger, frustration and helplessness at how things just get out of control. Unlike manufacturing, software development process grants each person the potential to completely wreck the product cycle with an unwitting minutest intervention. Is this a person or a process problem? Why do software development projects fail? How can we alter the process of development to make it less sensitive to the actions of the people involved in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appian sponsored Java Users Group (AJUG) decided to find answers to these questions by looking at the alternate software development methodologies. We started with looking into details of Extreme programming  first proposed by Kent Beck. His book, "Extreme Programming Explained" is broadly divided into three parts  The Problem, The Solution and The Implementation, each of which is about 50 pages. On a Saturday afternoon it will take you less 3 hours to go through the whole book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent recommends paradigm shift in software development process. The emphasis is on designing little, implementing, testing and repeating the process as fast as possible. This is completely antagonistic with the most technology teams emphasis on designing early and thoroughly. The book strongly recommends use of XP methodologies like pair programming, unit and functional testing, which definitely have a lot of positive points. Kent also provides a rather simple yet remarkable way of cost benefit analysis of adding a new feature during the various stages of product life cycle. Unfortunately in one and half pages the idea is bit under sold but then this is not a book about pricing software.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most intriguing ideas put forth is the concept of common ownership of code. Most technology projects have core of their architecture closely guarded under the watchful eyes of their most senior programmers. Kent makes a strong case for allowing every member on the team to make any change they deem necessary to any part of the system. At first this seems completely illogical and fraught with risks, but he explains that with pair programming, automated testing and refactoring its not as perilous as one would wonder. The left liberal in me is convinced but the pragmatic one tells me that the risk involved are highly dependent on the ability of every member of the team to understand the architecture and also on the quality of the automated tests. Weakness in any of the two can end in some disastrous consequences. I have spent sleepless nights (not quite) thinking about this, but I am still not convinced. Common ownership is highly depend on the XP methodologies and cant be put to practice unless other XP stuff is working very well for the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall this book is worth every penny of its value. You might not agree with any of its ideas, but it does provide some fresh insights on tackling problems we face on a daily basis. Its not a fast paced suspense thriller - DaVinci code, but its closest to that in the world software engineering. I will specially recommend it to the people who are disturbed by the chaos and confusion surrounding development of software products and are looking for more repeatable and predictable processes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do agree with the Kent about this -- Embrace change!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-109616752669006539?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/109616752669006539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=109616752669006539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/109616752669006539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/109616752669006539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2004/09/extreme-programming.html' title='Extreme Programming:'/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-108502364631388057</id><published>2004-05-19T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T00:24:34.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strategy and Strategic Planning: (Henry Mintzberg) </title><content type='html'>I really like Henry's work in strategy and planning. These are the excerpts of some intersting points he made in an article I read recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most successful strategies are visions not plans.&lt;br /&gt;Strategy making process - capturing what managers learn from personal experience and experiences of others and the hard data from market research, and synthesizing that learning into a vision of the direction that the business should persue.&lt;br /&gt;Does not involve formanl techniques.&lt;br /&gt;Planning represents &lt;b&gt;calulating &lt;/b&gt;style of managment and not &lt;b&gt;commiting &lt;/b&gt;style of mangment.&lt;br /&gt;Learning plays the most crucial role in the development of novel startegies.&lt;br /&gt;Business unit managers should take full and effective charge of strategy making process.&lt;br /&gt;Planners: Ask the right question ? Dont try to find out the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;Strategy making process should not and cannt be formalized. Formalization hinders creative thought process, which is the the most essential part of Strategy making.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-108502364631388057?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/feeds/108502364631388057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6866381&amp;postID=108502364631388057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/108502364631388057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/108502364631388057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2004/05/strategy-and-strategic-planning-henry.html' title='Strategy and Strategic Planning: (Henry Mintzberg) '/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6866381.post-108327623846289180</id><published>2004-04-29T18:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T00:26:22.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Location" - Clusters and Competition: Michael Porter </title><content type='html'>Michael's take on Locations. This is definitely interesting. May be companies competing in close affinity is not that bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clusters suggests that much of the competitive advantage lies outside a given company or even outside its industry, residing instead in the locations of its business units. eg: Odds of building a world class mutual fund company are much higher in Boston than in any other location or a textile related companies in North Carolina (although I would rather move them to China).Clusters attract foreign investments. (You can build world class facilities, but without presence of conducive clusters its difficult to attract industries. This explains why efforts by governments to divert industries to specific locations has failed so often -- Butibori in Nagpur)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6866381-108327623846289180?l=j4abhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/108327623846289180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6866381/posts/default/108327623846289180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j4abhi.blogspot.com/2004/04/location-clusters-and-competition.html' title='&quot;Location&quot; - Clusters and Competition: Michael Porter '/><author><name>Abhishek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18182831218470574615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
