<?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-15920308</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:17:13.259+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Simple Me</title><subtitle type='html'>Take what people say with a pincha salt.. or better yet.. put them in a body bag</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15920308.post-1531012371248568068</id><published>2010-01-09T19:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:53:54.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T</title><content type='html'>Half eaten chewing gum stuck on a park bench, crumpled up pieces of paper thrown wayside. These instances just got me thinking - When one is not caught doing it, is it the wrong thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course littering the streets in Singapore attracts a huge fine! But that's only when you get caught. Well, that's perfect for India coz we never get caught! That actually speaks volumes of our getting-away-with-it nature. If this was extrapolated, then the perfect murder would definitely be committed by an Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong - I'm not equating throwing a crumpled piece of paper away on the street as equivalent to murder. I mean, imagine equating the frustration of "Oh, I just missed the dustbin, so close!" to "Yeah! Just 14 stabs, that's all it took - pretty tough gal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who killed those foreigner bikini clad girls in Goa by the way? Somebody who missed the dustbin by a lot I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we really have the awe for? That people get caught in the western countries for things that they are not supposed to do? Huh? Freedom well fought for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you see garbage littered on the streets, just commend the model citizens - Say "This is what freedom is all about! I should be able to throw an onion peel anywhere I damn like to! It's a free country!". Try not to be too sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! Brainwave - The progress of the country would therefore depend on the number of people who catch misdoers. What am I doing in the MNC?! Building the future of the nation? I think not. Well, I just tore plenty of bad speeches and missed the dustbin, there's paper all over the place. But then, there was the computer.. the monitor went in the very first time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-1531012371248568068?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/1531012371248568068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=1531012371248568068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/1531012371248568068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/1531012371248568068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2010/01/r-e-s-p-e-c-t.html' title='R-E-S-P-E-C-T'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-2371201332427057754</id><published>2010-01-03T14:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-03T14:52:20.945+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My cartoon strip!</title><content type='html'>It's here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out: http://moemoeandthecloud.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-2371201332427057754?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/2371201332427057754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=2371201332427057754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/2371201332427057754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/2371201332427057754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-cartoon-strip.html' title='My cartoon strip!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-811806409534952156</id><published>2009-04-14T22:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:45:53.965+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A tuff one and a half weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It has been a tuff one and a half weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for the support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-811806409534952156?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/811806409534952156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=811806409534952156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/811806409534952156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/811806409534952156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuff-one-and-half-weeks.html' title='A tuff one and a half weeks'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-3217802055625221703</id><published>2008-09-19T19:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:56:30.398+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smashing.. biatch! yeah!</title><content type='html'>After I saw the Netapp beer bash, I thought VMware should conduct it every week too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful THAT didn't happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely electrifying crowd! Scintillating music!&lt;br /&gt;Totally put me in a trance.. I'll tell you that right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VMware band, dancers, singers and then an open dance floor with a DJ!&lt;br /&gt;Shiny disco balls, trancey lights n lottttsa beer!&lt;br /&gt;The place to be :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-3217802055625221703?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/3217802055625221703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=3217802055625221703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/3217802055625221703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/3217802055625221703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2008/09/smashing-biatch-yeah.html' title='Smashing.. biatch! yeah!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-1241006710894020861</id><published>2008-07-02T01:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:18:02.865+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 years!</title><content type='html'>Three years of work ex!&lt;br /&gt;Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;I made it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-1241006710894020861?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/1241006710894020861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=1241006710894020861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/1241006710894020861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/1241006710894020861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2008/07/3-years.html' title='3 years!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-7310890481502286195</id><published>2007-11-26T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:51:08.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Two and a half years at HP&lt;br /&gt;And (n)ow... its my last week here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-7310890481502286195?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/7310890481502286195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=7310890481502286195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/7310890481502286195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/7310890481502286195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2007/11/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of the end...'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-3190021363237119732</id><published>2007-07-27T16:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-27T16:06:32.252+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mis(s)conception!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFN72qHrZfU/RqnKfzqmOyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L1_nwWGFHbU/s1600-h/misconception.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFN72qHrZfU/RqnKfzqmOyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L1_nwWGFHbU/s320/misconception.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091823501512686370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-3190021363237119732?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/3190021363237119732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=3190021363237119732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/3190021363237119732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/3190021363237119732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2007/07/missconception.html' title='Mis(s)conception!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tFN72qHrZfU/RqnKfzqmOyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L1_nwWGFHbU/s72-c/misconception.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15920308.post-4383989103586974946</id><published>2007-07-03T15:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-03T15:34:16.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>U know u deserve a slap when...</title><content type='html'>-U log on and tell ur friend, "I missed ur IM window soo much"&lt;br /&gt;-U tell somebody who is speaking too loudly, "Can u please reduce ur volume?" (Jeeez)&lt;br /&gt;-U talk about starvation in a traffic signal completely oblivious to the fact that starvation has a different meaning in the world outside computers&lt;br /&gt;-U try to convey emotion using the language of smileys, for eg., ".. and I was like colon p.."&lt;br /&gt;-U think that someone is upset with u because they didn't write a testimonial for u on orkut&lt;br /&gt;-U try to justify that starvation in a traffic signal is quite similar to starvation in real life (didn't u think about that already?)&lt;br /&gt;-U try to make a terrible geeky joke "My device driver couldn't handle the Bangalore traffic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U know others deserve a slap when..&lt;br /&gt;-They laugh at ur terrible geeky joke..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-4383989103586974946?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/4383989103586974946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=4383989103586974946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/4383989103586974946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/4383989103586974946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2007/07/u-know-u-deserve-slap-when.html' title='U know u deserve a slap when...'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-8173768114688143992</id><published>2007-07-02T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-02T11:29:30.452+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When opportunity presents itself...</title><content type='html'>My parents, bro n sis had entered Metro last morning n i was a little late getting in. My family has three metro cards and so I can get in alone.&lt;br /&gt;I had walked quite a distance inside when, a guy asked me "R u alone?"&lt;br /&gt;While I was a bit apprehensive about answering a dude about this, I said plainly "Uh.. Not really.. I'm here with my family"&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Hmm.. Its for entering my wife actually.."&lt;br /&gt;(Don't I need her permission for that?)&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry, I've already come in so far, I can't let somebody else in right now", I said (Damn it! I blew a golden chance!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-8173768114688143992?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/8173768114688143992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=8173768114688143992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/8173768114688143992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/8173768114688143992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-opportunity-presents-itself.html' title='When opportunity presents itself...'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-117507790028473797</id><published>2007-03-28T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-28T23:16:14.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reading too much into it?</title><content type='html'>"Oops.. Excuse me", she said with a sweet smile on her face, while trying to get through the revolving door.&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies first", he said, responding with a grin, as if it was the least he could do since she had smiled so sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chivalry is a lost art, she thought, in the business world of dog-eat-dog. But he was kinda cute though. She was happy as she went thru the entrance into the trading office, coz for once, someone had shown her some courtesy. A good beginning to the day. I wonder which department he works in, I haven't seen him before. May be I should try to find out where he works. No, thats silly. It will seem a little too desperate. What's the time now? 08:54. Maybe I should come by the office tomorrow at the same time, may be he'll let me walk thru the door once again. Should I look back and smile at him? No, that'll make it seem like I'm too interested in him. He may not like those kinda women. But what if he does? No, seems unlikely. If he's working in this office, he must be a person who likes to be in control. I should let him come to me, and then I should play hard to get. Does he like to be intrigued? I should search the net on how to smile intriguingly.. is there such a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! looks great from behind too!", he thought, happy that his "chivalry" paid off. He let her slip from the corner of his eye, and walked to his department.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-117507790028473797?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/117507790028473797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=117507790028473797' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/117507790028473797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/117507790028473797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2007/03/reading-too-much-into-it.html' title='Reading too much into it?'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15920308.post-117045112622963941</id><published>2007-02-03T02:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-03T02:48:46.240+05:30</updated><title type='text'>damn it</title><content type='html'>Pain has this amazing way of reminding me of its existence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-117045112622963941?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/117045112622963941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=117045112622963941' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/117045112622963941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/117045112622963941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn-it.html' title='damn it'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-117018824754353853</id><published>2007-01-31T01:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-31T01:47:27.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sex!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. now that I've got ur attention.. lemme tell u wat this blog post really is abt..&lt;br /&gt;Its abt the kinda  food I've been having lately.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V went to this place called Asian fusion grill.. where I tried vietnamese  food ooooo :D&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.. Ginger Thai!&lt;br /&gt;Exotic food!&lt;br /&gt;Calamari n Crab meat! whoa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to take this moment n thank the sea for all its gifts to us!&lt;br /&gt;Thank u C !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-117018824754353853?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/117018824754353853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=117018824754353853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/117018824754353853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/117018824754353853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2007/01/sex.html' title='Sex!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-117017983567159804</id><published>2007-01-30T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-30T23:27:15.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Explosive weekends!</title><content type='html'>At the risk of sounding like a bomb expert, the last two weekends have been absolutely amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the gist of wat happened last weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;180 miles.. One long road.. A decent car..&lt;br /&gt;Loong drive to Sun valley! Thanks to &lt;a href="http://neophage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Avinash&lt;/a&gt; for ze drive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun valley is one of the first ski resorts started in the US and its really beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;V took a chairlift right up to the mountain and that was a breathtaking view!&lt;br /&gt;Mr governor of California, Terminator dude had a skiing accident sometime ago at this place.. U can still smell the blood :P&lt;br /&gt;But he'll b back&lt;br /&gt;Also, just a mile away is a city where Ernest Hemingway retired, Ketchum&lt;br /&gt;A very quiet and serene place&lt;br /&gt;Quite a trip actually..&lt;br /&gt;180 miles drive back.. Phew! its tiring being in the navigator seat.. doing nothing :D :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this previous weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night: Maurice, a colleague from the office took us out to a thai place for some exquisite dinner, caught a movie called "smokin' aces", shot a few frames of pool n then went to a pub :D&lt;br /&gt;Quite a late night.. came back at 1 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning: Had an early breakfast, n then went to the airport coz another colleague of ours who has a private piper archer glider type airplane took us on a forty minute flight to a winery. Had a really nice lunch and some good wine b4 heading back&lt;br /&gt;A few more guys from the office took us out to "Bombay Grill", a wonderful Indian restaurant.. Jeez... the food was excellent..&lt;br /&gt;Then, v went to Pied piper, which is a pub n had a cupla drinks.. n headed off to a nightlclub called Neuroflux, an all girl band called "Girls with candy hearts" were playing. Major snooze fest.. expected more for a band from LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Finally! My love.. my love.. my bed! Lotsa sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good cupla weekends.. wanna bond more wit mah homies in zis cribba mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-117017983567159804?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/117017983567159804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=117017983567159804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/117017983567159804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/117017983567159804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2007/01/explosive-weekends.html' title='Explosive weekends!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-116959355271420910</id><published>2007-01-24T04:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-24T04:35:52.753+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"I'm giving you the advantage", or so said I</title><content type='html'>I just remembered an incident which happened quite some time ago when I met an old friend.&lt;br /&gt;Just in the most casual of conversations, I wondered how motion sensors worked, and I asked him if may be he knew how they worked. I wasn't really expecting a detailed answer, but just an insight.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that they probably have a camera in them, which shot images at very short intervals of time and then compared it with the previous ones.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it sounded alright at that time, but it was only later I realized that he just got away with bullshit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: People will bullshit to you all the time, even with a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, all I can say is.. "Well.. even Sherlock got cheated by an old lady"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-116959355271420910?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/116959355271420910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=116959355271420910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116959355271420910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116959355271420910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-giving-you-advantage-or-so-said-i.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m giving you the advantage&quot;, or so said I'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-116884131263386911</id><published>2007-01-15T11:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:38:32.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Court(m)es(s)y</title><content type='html'>The other day I just wished this guy a very happy new year, n he just said "Thanks" period.&lt;br /&gt;There was  no "Wish u the same" or "May it screw u too" or anything of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;Some people do that n its like as if they r tip-toeing on my last nerve! (since all the other nerves r still asleep coz i've kinda lost my coffee habit :(  )&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what kinda vibe I give out coz quite a few ppl have done that.. strange..&lt;br /&gt;Well.. anyway.. wishing everybody a happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;(Comments like "May it screw u too" not welcome.. aah well.. who am i kiddin? )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-116884131263386911?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/116884131263386911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=116884131263386911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116884131263386911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116884131263386911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2007/01/courtmessy.html' title='Court(m)es(s)y'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-116666811665707029</id><published>2006-12-21T07:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-21T07:58:36.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Future Track</title><content type='html'>"Wow!", Shiv exclaimed, "Nice roller!"&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks", said Roger, "I like red. It makes it so much more sporty, and I know I know, its just a mercedes, but this roller brand has a sentimental value for me. My dad used to own one"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that's great" said Shiv, as they sat in the vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roller passed the beam scanner and deducted the parking fee, as they exited the airbase&lt;br /&gt;They moved from the slow magnetic lane to the high speed magnetic lane, when Shiv asked "Some kinda road work going on over there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya", said Roger, "they r constructing a flyover pass, it takes like forever, they have been at it for two weeks already.. i mean.. come on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind two days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. and i just wanted to order a new disc player and she said that it will be shipped to me in a day! I was shocked.. I mean what's with these people? Don't they understand the importance of time?" said Roger to his team mate George&lt;br /&gt;"Well.. don't they use the beamer to just beam stuff to you?" asked George.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no.. this is an old fashioned joint.. they don't use modern technology"&lt;br /&gt;"I think they r serving the right customer then eh Rogey boy.. U don't like to use the best of the latest technology either right? I mean.. that mercedes.. u call that a roller? Its more like a car.. ", said George as he laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"Very funny.. I told u abt..", said Roger when he was interrupted by George saying ".. sentimental value.. your dad had one.. ya ya ya"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya anyway, I think I'll pick one up on the way back home"&lt;br /&gt;"You still haven't adjusted to the modern software, have you? U r at work, at home! U r on simulation software remember? Von Dutch's concept? I am a hologram.. blah blah blah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh man!" said Roger&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;"I got to pick some guy up called Shiv from the airbase, in two days. He's visiting", said Roger,&lt;br /&gt;"What's the status on the humans being beamed across issue anyway? It started over three days ago.. ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya", said George, "It's something about unlicensed beaming increasing terror across the world, and it seems to be taking away peoples broadband connection is some strange way. Its a serious issue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind over three days ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The International Court of Technological Justice, Interlocken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and gentlemen, I present the issue of human beaming across wide areas. What r the problems we face?" asked the chairman&lt;br /&gt;"They just try to take over our beaming market, we use patented cross-grid dissolution and re-integration technology, but it seems like they want their hand in every pie", says the Soni spokesperson, obviously pointing to the Macrosoft representative&lt;br /&gt;Seeing most of the fingers being pointed at Macrosoft (the first case of people physically pointing fingers in over two centuries) the chairman comes to his rescue by saying, "Let's not point fingers at people, lets give him a chance to explain.."&lt;br /&gt;So the Macrosoft representative starts off "So I was having this drink with the guys a few days ago.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind a few days ago..&lt;br /&gt;In a pub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya I got this meeting with these techno people in a couple of days.. What a waste of a life! Why don't they just join Macrosoft?! May be v should just buy them"&lt;br /&gt;"Ya", says another, "Why here enters the head of that company Pewlett-Hackard"&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Karan! Would you like a double vodka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vodka goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. he looks passed out.."&lt;br /&gt;"oh looks like he's dreaming.. its that rapid eye movement thing.. can u c that?"&lt;br /&gt;"oh yeah.. i wonder what he's dreaming though.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-116666811665707029?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/116666811665707029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=116666811665707029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116666811665707029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116666811665707029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2006/12/future-track.html' title='Future Track'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-116658965964318599</id><published>2006-12-20T09:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-20T10:10:59.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>End result of a poor post</title><content type='html'>Its just when things r so chile, that i begin to wonder whether my mind needs to defrost.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to wake up with new zeal-and invite the day!&lt;br /&gt;so what if i cant get any italy dosa here?! there are always steamed cakes n pan cakes!&lt;br /&gt;R they asking us a question in some strange dialect of english when they say, germ any?&lt;br /&gt;Not many people speak canada here, so it serves as a code.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop now.&lt;br /&gt;Bang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-116658965964318599?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/116658965964318599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=116658965964318599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116658965964318599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116658965964318599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2006/12/end-result-of-poor-post.html' title='End result of a poor post'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-116560917581477746</id><published>2006-12-09T01:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:49:35.836+05:30</updated><title type='text'>huh.. strange!</title><content type='html'>Just realized that face to face communication is half-duplex&lt;br /&gt;no wonder it is slow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-116560917581477746?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/116560917581477746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=116560917581477746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116560917581477746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116560917581477746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2006/12/huh-strange.html' title='huh.. strange!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-116374807088658094</id><published>2006-11-17T12:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:51:20.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The smartest of a million sperm?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the whole rigma role of getting all my documents ready, standing in the queue tanning in the madras heat (phew!) I went on to get my US visa.. but at the interview queue, my attention started to wander due to the laughable and outright hilarious stories of why people wanted to go the the US..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few excerpts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm standing for my interview in a queue n look to my left where an interview is going on.. the consular is very charming n very sweet with her questions, n she asks this lady about her story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Consular (AC): Hi! Good morning! How r u doin today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Lady (IL): Fine.. thank you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: Could I see ur passport plz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL: Ya.. sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: So.. ma'am .. y do u want to go to the US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL: I want to visit a person there (Person?? Wat the hell person?? it could b a psychotic nutjob who eats berries for a living.. or it could be Jennifer bloody Lopez.. could u b more vague?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: Oh! U have relatives there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL: No, shes a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: Oh ok! Is she from India?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: Is she a citizen of the United States?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: Oh ok.. Has she been to India before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: How did u meet her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL: I haven't (Wat?!! Unless its ur alter ego that u r just dreaming about madam, ur chances seem to be going down faster than booze thru an alcoholic's throat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: Wait.. U haven't met her personally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: (Ya this is the time the AC is thinking "I'm not paid enough to do this" and I'm thinking "Oh u poor thing.. U shud have stayed for longer in bed this morning") Then how did u get to know about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL: I met her in a chat room (Holy guacamole batman!! for all u know.. u might have been talking to a fat ugly guy who eats people like u for breakfast.. or mayb u shud have been granted the visa.. so that u get eaten for breakfast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: I see that u have applied for a US visa in Sept. Y was it refused then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IL: Same reason (This is the friggin' heights! U woman u! U used the same damn reason again??! did u think its like some kinda bloody good luck charm which will make George Clooney himself come n kiss u n escort u personally??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: Ma'am ur position has not changed since the last time. The US regulation is very strict and u donot qualify for US visa at this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me: Aah! Theres justice in the world again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these guys, a couple, middle aged aheada me in my queue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: Y do u want to visit the US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Man of the Indian couple (IM): To visit my daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: How many children do u have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM: One child. One daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: How old is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM: 23 and 18 (Now this is a classic case of sperm in a bottle.. Hes using the dynamic nature of the sperm to fertilize his wife at sight! This guy has to be appreciated! n guess wat else? Instant delivery of children too.. FedEx shud think abt this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC (confused): How many children do u have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM: 2 children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: But u said u had just one child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM: One daughter in the US (How many meanings of the sentence "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many children do u have?" did u find mr Indian man?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC: Y r u going to the US? (aah! the test! consistency)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM: My daughter wants to study there.. V have to see the universities (Better yet dude.. I think v can bring the university here itself.. u have heard abt physical relocation thru email havent u?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AC (I'm paid lesser than the other woman to do this): Sir, U r changing ur story. U donot qualify for the US visa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me: CAT Scan has to be made cheaper for Indians)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about survival of the fittest and the best of the millions surviving.. i wonder how these ppl who were attending the interview.. were the smartest of the million sperm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-116374807088658094?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/116374807088658094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=116374807088658094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116374807088658094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/116374807088658094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2006/11/smartest-of-million-sperm.html' title='The smartest of a million sperm?!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-115588250311203449</id><published>2006-08-18T11:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:58:23.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A question for thought!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Was Eve created before Adam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study of medicine (ok.. my parents) shows that while a foetus is still in development in a mother's womb, it goes thru all the stages which humans went thru in evolution. All the stages can easily be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i just read the following excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. &lt;/span&gt;In the past, it was assumed that a female was simply a male with hormones, says Tracey Shors, a professor of neuroscience at Rutgers University. The truth is the exact opposite. Female is the default brain setting. Until the eighth week of gestation every human fetal brain looks female. The brain, like the rest of the human body, becomes male as a result of surges of testosterone—one during gestation and one shortly after birth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it just be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-115588250311203449?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/115588250311203449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=115588250311203449' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/115588250311203449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/115588250311203449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2006/08/question-for-thought.html' title='A question for thought!'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15920308.post-114536254678079667</id><published>2006-04-18T17:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:45:46.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Perfectionist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- "Y? is there any other way to do it?"&lt;br /&gt;--- "Is that a compliment or an accusation?"&lt;br /&gt;--- "... but nothing is perfect", does it mean that this sentence itself is not? (a                                            paradox if u will)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-114536254678079667?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/114536254678079667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=114536254678079667' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/114536254678079667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/114536254678079667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2006/04/spew.html' title='Spew'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-114353335324435849</id><published>2006-03-28T13:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:41:34.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>his head hung in shame...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6080/1491/1600/Batman_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6080/1491/320/Batman_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;but they always return...&lt;br /&gt;aren't u tempted when u r at the edge of a cliff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6080/1491/1600/Joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6080/1491/320/Joker.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6080/1491/1600/twoface1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6080/1491/320/twoface1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-114353335324435849?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/114353335324435849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=114353335324435849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/114353335324435849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/114353335324435849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2006/03/his-head-hung-in-shame.html' title='his head hung in shame...'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-114232621937543879</id><published>2006-03-14T14:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-14T14:20:39.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the courage to change the things which I cannot accept,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the wisdom to hide the bodies of the people I had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to kill today coz they pissed me off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-114232621937543879?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/114232621937543879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=114232621937543879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/114232621937543879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/114232621937543879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2006/03/prayer.html' title='A prayer'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-113896181501243254</id><published>2006-02-03T15:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:47:20.426+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Catharsis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6080/1491/1600/fire-0640x0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6080/1491/320/fire-0640x0480.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;any regets, any complaints, any problems when directed at the fireball vents out ur emotions.&lt;br /&gt;then u can just play the harp ;)&lt;br /&gt;ya right..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-113896181501243254?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/113896181501243254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=113896181501243254' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/113896181501243254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/113896181501243254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2006/02/catharsis.html' title='Catharsis'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15920308.post-113316595519743382</id><published>2005-11-28T13:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:49:15.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A new era</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After computers have made their presence known around the world, people have emphasised the need of staying current in the present knowledge era, but i think it is incomplete.. coz not everything can be done just by knowledge.. u also need its experience, therefore heralding the birth of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skill&lt;/span&gt; era.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect harmony between knowledge and skill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-113316595519743382?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/113316595519743382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=113316595519743382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/113316595519743382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/113316595519743382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-era.html' title='A new era'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-113316053266296100</id><published>2005-11-28T12:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:19:09.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just a moment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Life i think, is just like a string of pearls.. where the pearls are certain moments, and u just know what those moments are..&lt;br /&gt;Those are the moments which define you, who you truly are, the time in between, is just vacuum&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever noticed that things dont happen just one thing at a time, it either is.. nothing at all, or everything at once! it can be overwhelming at times, but these are the moments as i said, which truly define u. the other times seem like preparation for those moments..&lt;br /&gt;It just takes a moment to fall in love, of course that moment can come at first sight, or... after a long time.. this is my theory of love&lt;br /&gt;its just strange, the unpredictability.. coz i never thot that i would be here, in this place right now.. and that hasnt happened to me often.. but .. the joy of life is the same as the joy of reading a book the first time.. not knowing what happens next. U could always guess what happens, but it isnt always what u thot it was going to be. Sometimes, u dont like the ending, well, sometimes, u dont like the ways things turned out.. but still, go ahead pick up another book, may be u'll like this one.. or may be .. just may be, ull just remember it differently..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-113316053266296100?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/113316053266296100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=113316053266296100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/113316053266296100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/113316053266296100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-moment.html' title='Just a moment..'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-112766851279767649</id><published>2005-09-25T22:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:31:20.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The mind v/s the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What do u do when u feel an emotion so intense, u think u r going to burst?&lt;br /&gt;What do u do when u c somebody go through so much of pain, and u cant do anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;The greatest hurt an enemy can cause is hurt the person u love, and what if the person u love hurts himself/herself?&lt;br /&gt;Empathy is a gift and ... such a curse, it promises u life in one moment, and snatches it the very next.&lt;br /&gt;Is it something ur mind can control?&lt;br /&gt;If set on a mission, may be ur mind can, but it has its flaws too... it never forgets&lt;br /&gt;It is an adventure, it is powerlessness at its very peak, it is hope in eyes of a young girl, it is the return of faith ... it is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emotion&lt;/span&gt; which puts ur mind to shame, it is what makes my life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;No heart... no life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-112766851279767649?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/112766851279767649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=112766851279767649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/112766851279767649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/112766851279767649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2005/09/mind-vs-heart.html' title='The mind v/s the heart'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-112669714456919953</id><published>2005-09-14T16:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:46:22.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The early morning mist...&lt;br /&gt;feels so different... today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my morning ride..&lt;br /&gt;feels so different... today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comprehension...&lt;br /&gt;feels so different... today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is still the same... yet feels so different... today&lt;br /&gt;may be i just got up on the right side of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-112669714456919953?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/112669714456919953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=112669714456919953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/112669714456919953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/112669714456919953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2005/09/quest.html' title='Quest'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-112576309394047704</id><published>2005-09-05T11:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:46:30.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flaws in our thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. Education makes a person intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education - A scheme which firmly believes in creating many yardsticks, a system to compare, if one is better than the other, and if so, by how much.. The difference between u n the next guy is just a number. A system which people accept because it has treated them well, and desert it once they have not manipulated it right ... n the best part of it of course, u r not in control of this system. Its like that nightmare, where u r falling deep into an abyss, with Mozart playing in the background.. and then, u hear the deafening silence. The ambitious ones might actually try to change the system, but eventually realise that they too r human, n have to give in to their needs. Well.. at this point, its not the thought that counts. A global game in which a lot of people participate, to learn to create needs, which people never even knew existed, ultimately leading to a never ending cycle of more n more need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence - One of the truest forms of art, which as its very property makes itself immeasurable. Reason: Man doesnt know all the forms of intelligence, he hasnt figured out everything yet (Is it even possible to reach the end of the kinds of intelligence?) The Tshirt witticism "I was born intelligent but education ruined me" seems very true to me. In MY opinion, creativity is intelligence, the use of ur brains to bring a new concept, a new idea into this world. But somewhere along the road, due to the lack of some kind of resources, the new idea is abandoned. In man's search for practicality, a whole new idea, however radical, is deserted.. The world has been built on radical ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;untitled&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really cudnt title this, but it definitely is a flaw.. coz the other day i was reading an Indian epaper, a very popular one btw, and the main headlines are sub-divided into four main categories, India, Pakistan, The United States, AND The rest of the world!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was really surprised! This is what atleast the press considers the our world to be made up of, there are absolutely no other countries in the world? And believe me, there were no sub-divisions in the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;And wat else, the same paper, sunday edition, (physical this time) quoted news something like this... " US has an inflation rate of .. Europe has an inflation rate of .. EVEN INDIA HAS AN INFLATION RATE OF .. ".. With just one statement, Our whole country of wide variety of cultures, rich heritage, is reduced to.. an EVEN. And BY AN INDIAN!!&lt;br /&gt;The power of the absolute suggests that u r competing not with the others but against urself, against a set goal say something like 100 marks.. U dont care abt how much each one gets, but u need to be as close to 100 as possible, of course there is no way that u cud arrive at such a figure for development, but u r competing against the set goals nonetheless. V shudnt join the leagues, V need standards of our own.. Of course, all this is just MY opinion, in case Big Brother is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is titled flaws in our thinking... or is just my thinking... flawed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/untitled&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-112576309394047704?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/112576309394047704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=112576309394047704' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/112576309394047704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/112576309394047704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2005/09/flaws-in-our-thinking.html' title='Flaws in our thinking'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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-15920308.post-112532045290359614</id><published>2005-08-30T15:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:46:27.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deluge of Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A face covered half black, silver eyeliner, an evil sharp tooth and a wily smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I look like when I am in this psychedelic paradise called rage!&lt;br /&gt;Way too grafic for u? pull off ur mask too my friend and u'll find me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A deep abyss with a dot of red which just becomes bigger and bigger, angry with everything,&lt;br /&gt;but a feeling of comfort passes through me, i know i am in control with rage!&lt;br /&gt;It is synergy! aaah and the feeling... sweeeet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of cliches&lt;br /&gt;Tired with people's plagiarisms&lt;br /&gt;Tired of using a facial prosthetic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to just be.&lt;br /&gt;I need an outlet.&lt;br /&gt;I need help!&lt;br /&gt;(Transition from an adult to an attention grabbing child... Thanks Mr. Thomas Harris)&lt;br /&gt;And without that last statement, I would just be contradicting myself... Dont you just love puzzles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15920308-112532045290359614?l=ktk7techno.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/feeds/112532045290359614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15920308&amp;postID=112532045290359614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/112532045290359614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15920308/posts/default/112532045290359614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktk7techno.blogspot.com/2005/08/deluge-of-rage.html' title='Deluge of Rage'/><author><name>Karan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11542137572287416248</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></feed>
