<?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-5709458774536488209</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:17:24.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Me  Myself  I</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709458774536488209.post-1862284798543671279</id><published>2010-08-29T03:19:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-29T03:55:15.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Related</title><content type='html'>1. Two situations. Completely unrelated but somehow connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. First, I attended a friend's engagement ceremony. Feels odd as friends have started getting married. Are we this old already? I understand we are from Rajasthan- the land of child marriages but 21 is still not the time to put your foot down and take seven long circles around the fire. Is it? Dumbstruck, I am. Why would anyone commit himself/herself for life at such a young age? Thats a little ahead of schedule, ain't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Second, I faced a fact I always knew. Most of us in India have the assistance of domestic help at our disposal. A lot of us sleep in the night praying that our beloved 'bai' comes on time the next day. We actually alter our plans to their needs and demands. I am a great fan of the benefits this therapy provides. But then, I dont really know if this belief is flawless. What if we are faced with a situation where we have to manage without the precious help? Will we be okay with it? Will we shell out a few extra bucks to hire a new maid? If yes, then how much? What if our new employee is inexperienced i.e. young recruit destitute of any experience?  Deep. Really Deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Unrelated situations, you will agree. How is shaadi and hiring a new maid to clean our Water Closet connected? I had to google WC for it's full form. Somehow I always thought WC only stood for World Cup. But I was wrong, it meant something else also. Anyway, may god bless Larry Page and Sergey Brin with more information and knowledge.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Marriages are made in heaven. So goes the saying. Unfortunately, they are celebrated like the ones in heaven. So much of effort, time, and obviously money is spent on the wedding. Even if you try to arrange a simple wedding, society doesn't accept it and abuses are hurled at you for this crime. What is it with a wedding that it generates so much hype? I am not against this concept but not in favor of the way is celebrated. People will remain stingy all their lives, cut down on their expenses just so that they can send off their daughters with a grand and lavish wedding. Are marriages really over hyped in the indian society? We say its our culture. Man and Woman - souls meet - they become one. So one whole year goes in discussions about venues,menus,clothing,making lists on MS WORD, and deciding the color of tents et cetera et cetera. I cant see the logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. On the other hand, our domestic help struggles. Struggles to barely make $100 every month. Struggles to make ends meet. Struggles to educate her children in hope for a better future. Just imagine what if they dont save enough? Their children will remain unschooled. Had she earned a bit more, she would have saved as much, and could have sent her children to a school. Lives would have changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Depressing, it is. Such inequalities exist. Agreed, they will always remain in a society. Nothing will ever be equal. But the whole system works for the rich. Makes them richer for the poor shit they make. And the poor suffers. Because no one cares. Its the pompous and pretentious who matter. The more money you have, the more preferred you are. The more wealth you show to the world, the more respected you are. Wealth and income have unfortunately become the parameters of success. And when this happens, you have a feeling that there is something terribly wrong the way this society is functioning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. May be I was wrong. These two situations are not only connected, but also totally related. What a world we live in. One spends millions on soul mating, and the other toils hard just to save its soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Larry Page and Sergey Brin are the founders of Google. Had to use Google for this too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-1862284798543671279?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/1862284798543671279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=1862284798543671279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/1862284798543671279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/1862284798543671279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/08/related.html' title='Related'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-4396139687406806599</id><published>2010-08-09T23:30:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-10T00:18:38.968+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gyaan</title><content type='html'>1. I have been wrestling with the idea of college and education from quite sometime now. Even if I was busy with something else, the thoughts would rush back to the same idea/ideas. There were more questions than answers even after deliberating on it for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whats the point of it all? Why is it necessary to get educated? Why do we enroll ourselves in college? Why not enter into a trade or start a job straight after school? Is it really necessary? Do we really get 'educated' in college? What if we did not go to college? What is education? There were no easy answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Obviously, education is an essential part of any individual's development. It helps you differentiate between the good and the bad. the right and the wrong. the true lies and the false truths. At a macro level, its significant for a society as well. Society would not function if the majority are uneducated. All of this works when you look at education from a larger perspective. But my questions are really based on practical value than on fundamental importance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I look for a clear definition of education. Is it about just reading some fat textbooks in a college which sounds familiar to the junta? Is it about waiting impatiently to graduate? What is the motivation? Do we just do it because everyone else does it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. It is true that education itself is bigger than a college/institution. This implies that no matter where you read your subject, you may still remain uneducated. This in turn means that its more than the books, lectures and obviously the professors. This does not however mean that we should not vouch for good colleges. But then how do you decipher whether a certain institution is worthy enough? This is where the problem comes in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Problem because the criteria for evaluating the goodness of a educational institution is rather absurd. This can be seen from the various paid advertisements in newspapers and magazines. The only thing they boast about is the placements/jobs they generated over the past year. There will be a range given for the amount of salaries and the number of students who cracked it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Problem because this reflects a bigger issue. If this is true, then it means that all that the aspiring students care is about the jobs. They may not desire to do it or no passion to read the subject. I may understand the difficult backgrounds some may come from, but then it is not a good explanation. There are enough loans to help you with financial headaches. It somehow amazes me the way the thought process is built through these advertisements. The whole idea seems repulsive to me. You study for 3/4/5 years, or whatever the number of years your course takes to finish, just to get placed. This is not education for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. This whole criteria is flawed. A good college doesnt necessarily transform your brilliance into a job. A good college is where the intersection of different ideas take place. It is where the kid matures into an adult. It is a place where you develop deep passions, an understanding of the self, one's weaknesses and strengths. It is a place where you study or read what you want to. Not what most people want u to. These are the formative years where you build your personality and something which stays with you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. It is hardly surprising that there is not a single educational institution from India which ranks among the top 100 in the world. In other countries, the focus is on innovation, entrepreneurship, and creativity. They make u think big, thats all. This is education. Education makes u think big. Bigger than yourself, your family,your society and puts you in place of others. People have been given freedom, independence to do what they want. People are encouraged to take risks. Short term advantages are given up for long term gains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I admire those who have done something innovative and brought change. I admire those who have shown their backs to the rat race. I admire them for believing in themselves and thinking big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Although I still have questions in my head which are unanswered. But then, there always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-4396139687406806599?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/4396139687406806599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=4396139687406806599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/4396139687406806599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/4396139687406806599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/08/gyaan.html' title='Gyaan'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-3946585979666446175</id><published>2010-07-24T00:53:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-24T01:12:04.229+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Predicament</title><content type='html'>1. I am in the final year of Law School. This event deserved a blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This event makes me both happy and sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Happy because it took me four long years to reach here. Sad because it will all be over next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Happy because I made some great friends, met some wonderful people. Sad because I dont know where we all will be after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Happy because I will be leaving Bombay soon. Sad because no matter what I say about it, I love that city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Happy because I will be a qualified lawyer next year. Sad because I have no clear direction or plan post the convocation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Predicament? Yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-3946585979666446175?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/3946585979666446175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=3946585979666446175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3946585979666446175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3946585979666446175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/07/final-year.html' title='Predicament'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-7595689591921135924</id><published>2010-07-20T02:38:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-20T04:23:59.652+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ethics</title><content type='html'>1. I am beginning to realize how difficult it is to work ethically. Specially in a profession like law, its almost impossible. Lawyers are not here to secure justice, I had read somewhere some days back. I wondered what they are here for then. Are these men in black coats really worth their value in the society? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I distinctly remember what a friend of mine once told me. He had just got back from the US after getting a business degree. I was struggling hard to finish off the course in the limited time (exams were two weeks away)and he had invited me for a party. I politely declined, upon which he said 'Dude you are going to be a lawyer, u just need to lie and save your clients.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was taken aback. I was stumped in pure cricketing terms. I wanted to tell him that was really not my intention. I had not enrolled myself in a law college for this. There are lawyers who value ethics. The good part is that I did tell him this. I fumbled a bit. But the ugly part is that he said something which was even more scary than the former- 'Every one starts off thinking like that, thinking they will be faithful to ethics but once u are on your own, you will realize how wrong you were.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I still think about this one liner from my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;firangi&lt;/span&gt; friend who put this in the most casual terms. But then, there are lines and times in your life which although are casual to others, but crucial to you in certain ways. A situation where you want to badly pee. It may not be of significance to others, but to you it can be devastating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I havent worked a great deal in my life. I have never been really on my own. I have worked for a year in a corporate law firm. But a year is hardly enough to test your faithfulness to ethics. But there is hardly any doubt that this profession has got commercialized. I dont know if in the process, it got sold as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There is definitely a misconception though. People generally feel that getting into a corporate side of things will save them from taking a dip in the Ganges. All is not so well. There are huge stakes involved. There is big money. Its just that now its managed professionally with corporate lawyers involved. Then why are lawyers with bows and black coats (and not with suits and swanky computers) blamed for infidelity towards ethics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In fact, its difficult to be ethical when cocky players are involved with their vast and enormous wealth. Its hard not be sold out or at least get tempted. This applies to every profession. This applies to every part of the world. A feeling of puzzlement and doubt surrounds me. How is it possible to lead a financially profitable life and be ethical. Like every young kid, I want to be rich. But unlike most of us, I dont want to compromise on the ethics part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When I started off, I never thought it would be hard to do or accomplish. I thought one can possess great material wealth without reducing the value, quality, and degree of ethics. The entire definition of ethics is subjective. To me, its about being true to your self, true to your profession, not damaging the values of the society, living with dignity and being morally responsible to others. Its a small definition but covers everything what I believe in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. For those of you interested, I did go for the party my friend organized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-7595689591921135924?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/7595689591921135924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=7595689591921135924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/7595689591921135924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/7595689591921135924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/07/ethics.html' title='Ethics'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-3313168131808624790</id><published>2010-06-26T01:02:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-26T03:31:15.501+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtUtQicsU4c/TCUjXQsKdgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/u8RPqHCiufQ/s1600/Birds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtUtQicsU4c/TCUjXQsKdgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/u8RPqHCiufQ/s320/Birds.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486830603544983042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like the free bird. The emphasis is on 'free' and not on the bird. A caged bird is as good as a human. Or as evil as human. Totally based on your experience with the animal. the human brand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an expert on life. But I dont understand how people can not be free and still be happy. I can sympathize with some of them. There might be real constraints. But I will still trouble them with this thought. Thoreau gave us some really good free advice. To live free and uncommitted for as long as possible. I dont know a lot of people who follow it. Thats because they might have not heard this. They were busy reading Chetan Bhagat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are usually interrogated about our lives. What is it that we want to be. The question, i know, is not fresh. But then, the question is not the real objection or the compliant. The fault lies with the rotten answer. The answer is as predictable as the question. Good education, Good Job, Good House, Good Car, and obviously Rich In-Laws. Basically a Good life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this 'good life' usually doesnt come easy. It means you are bound to work 9 to 5, come back home, have dinner, tweet, and sleep for the next 7 hours. What life. Thats the life most of us will lead in a couple of years. Correction. Most of YOU. I am certainly not a part of this ambition of living the good life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, the emphasis on the free aspect. I would certainly not want to compromise on my reading habits and some introspection. How many of us really introspect? Not a lot again. We are too busy planning. I can confidently say that corporate jobs can easily be termed as one of the worst jobs. There is so much they take away than they give. And the worst part is that the realization is late. The corporate bug once bitten is difficult to avoid. But once avoided, it will give you unlimited satisfaction and good health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant we be like birds? Travelling all the time. Getting out of our comfort zone. I know for a fact the birds dont need visas and they get really cheap accommodation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a stunning sight. to see them in the sky. Flying, turning, doing what they want to. They travel miles across the nations. across the seas. across continents. They discover new places, hear unfamiliar languages, forge relationships with the unknown, up-to-date with the latest, all singing and all dancing. And, also they dont have to find a washroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are we averse to risks? What are we afraid to lose out on? What makes us so insecure? Is money really so important? I can understand the logical point - Wont we need money to travel? Yes. It is. But I am sure if you really want to live like a bird, you can figure out your own way. Thats what birds do. But its pertinent to have such a thought process from the start. Its critical to take risks and think big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, its important not to be slave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I put up a picture of three birds by choice. Being free doesnt mean u have to be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-3313168131808624790?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/3313168131808624790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=3313168131808624790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3313168131808624790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3313168131808624790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/06/birds.html' title='Birds'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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/_YtUtQicsU4c/TCUjXQsKdgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/u8RPqHCiufQ/s72-c/Birds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709458774536488209.post-3635176505799251733</id><published>2010-06-09T00:51:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-09T02:18:24.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>TV</title><content type='html'>1. Aamir Khan has to be one of the best ever. Saw his movie 'Mann' on TV. Decent movie. Good music with beautiful lyrics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Also watched a documentary on the Bhopal Tragedy. Moving. It was quite upsetting to see all those bodies with white clothing over them. Skeletons. People losing their loved ones. Official death count stands around 20,000. Whats worse is that the judgment came out after a long 26 years and all those who were convicted are already out on bail. Makes me sad. Is that the value of human life? Tragic, to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The above posts make me wonder what if TV was not invented. Life would have been different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Life would have been boring at dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;b) Fingers wouldnt hurt. (We wont have flipped channels)&lt;br /&gt;c) Arnab Goswami wouldnt be half as popular. &lt;br /&gt;d) No live cricket matches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom tells me there was no TV 30 years back. The first one was bought in early 1980's. Thats recent. Hard to believe. A'int it? Sometimes, we take all these things for granted. TV, Air conditioner, fridge, Washing machine, Mobile Phones, Google, 24 Hours electricity, Broadband Connection, Cheap STD Calling, Tata Sky Plus, MNCs, Youtube. We cannot do without these perks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Technology has made life easier. less complicated. But arent we getting too dependent? Dont we crib about these things all the time? We want better phones, bigger TV sets. Dont we get irritated at small things? No electricity for an hour or no network on our phones for even a minute. All this makes us upset. We forget there are bigger things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I had gone to my ancestral village sometime back. I was happy to see it had made big strides from the last time I visited. There were better roads, children were sent to school, good doctors and hospitals, electricity was available almost round the clock and much safer in the nights. People were strikingly happier and more welcoming than most in the urban areas. The trip enlightened me. Sometimes nature does to you what books and people dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why were people happier in the villages or not so urban areas? It was disturbing. Disturbing not because they were happy. Disturbing because it made me think.  It made me contemplate. Surely, they were not making as much money as people do in urban areas. Money then doesnt translate into happiness. People were not running aimlessly. They were not after a train. Missing a train only makes one sad when running to catch it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Fingers can hurt even when u type for too long. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-3635176505799251733?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/3635176505799251733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=3635176505799251733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3635176505799251733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3635176505799251733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/06/tv.html' title='TV'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-4250846030411411946</id><published>2010-06-02T00:31:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-03T11:16:14.075+05:30</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>1. Delhi, I think, is one of the most beautiful cities in India. Its green. Roads are decent. Metro covers almost all of Delhi. Property is reasonable. Although, i wish there were fewer 'golchakkars' and the city was vertical like Bombay! &lt;br /&gt;The area around Rashtrapati Bhawan, Parliament and India Gate- has some aura, some charm. It looks beautiful. The diplomats, the politicians, the ministers, the big shots, the game changers have their homes here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Move over the game theory. The car theory is here. Sometimes sitting in different cars can change your perception, as well as others. Isn't life like the road? You can drive well, really well. You might be a safe bet. But the other cars? They might hit you, topple you, force you to put the brakes and rethink your driving strategy. Life is just like that, ain't it. People might have an influence on your perfect plans. They will tickle you, move forward, and push you down from the cliff. Lesson? Do what you are passionate about. Be stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jyotish- Ek Samadhan? I have been really into astrology these days. I dont know if its a solution but its definitely worth the hype. Most of the things do turn out as predicted. As they say, kismat se zyada aur samay se pehle kisi ko kuch nahi milta. A powerful line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have officially started following Sonam Kapoor. She looks pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. June is here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-4250846030411411946?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/4250846030411411946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=4250846030411411946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/4250846030411411946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/4250846030411411946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/06/1.html' title='June'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-3520289331837264842</id><published>2010-05-02T21:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-03T04:17:59.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Desi</title><content type='html'>Swades has to be my all time favorite movie. I dont really remember the number of times I have seen it. The strange part is that the first time i saw it I did not like it. I figured out quite a few reasons. Too long. Too many songs. Documentary Type. But now its clearly the opposite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of scenes and sequences I like in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SRK looks out of the flight when he reaches India. &lt;br /&gt;2. When SRK travels to a far off village to recover a loan only to find that the person is buried in debt. &lt;br /&gt;3. When SRK finds a boy selling water for 25 paise at the station and his instant reaction. &lt;br /&gt;4. When an old lady stares at the lightened bulb.&lt;br /&gt;5. Yeh Jo Des Hai Tera Track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favorite scene is one when SRK puts in his papers and tells his boss that he is off to India for lightening some more villages! The scene goes like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRK's Boss: Mohan(SRK), you do realize what you are going to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRK(Mohan): Boss, I know what I am going to gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRK's Boss: But, you are aware you could have gone places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRK: I am going places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 10 second stare at SRK, his Boss finally relents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRK's Boss: Alright, Mohan. Go Light your bulb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swades has to be my favorite movie. Incorrect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swades is my favorite movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Its something unpredictable, but in the end its right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-3520289331837264842?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/3520289331837264842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=3520289331837264842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3520289331837264842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3520289331837264842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/05/desi.html' title='Desi'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-4852703834420376078</id><published>2010-04-23T03:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:40:28.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Craziest Night Ever</title><content type='html'>Turning out to be the craziest night ever. &lt;br /&gt;Land Laws. I have nothing to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone who is planning to study law, please have a solid reason behind to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-4852703834420376078?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/4852703834420376078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=4852703834420376078' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/4852703834420376078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/4852703834420376078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/04/craziest-night-ever.html' title='Craziest Night Ever'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-8081055210060668317</id><published>2010-04-18T02:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:56:13.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JBF</title><content type='html'>I do feel guilty that I am writing a note right now.&lt;br /&gt;I have a test coming up tomorrow. (the most important thing on my head)&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of random thoughts and I cant seem to clear them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the attack outside the Chinnaswamy Stadium in Bangalore really pissed me off. I was happy that IPL had been bomb-free so far. But the sudden bombings did make me sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, obviously the exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, Life after exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, Random Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Its funny that we are still nothing in the grand scheme of things in life. &lt;br /&gt;2. I believe we could all make a difference. There is obviously something we all are good at. &lt;br /&gt;3. Its about knowing what u really are passionate about. &lt;br /&gt;4. When you fight life, life always wins.&lt;br /&gt;5. I need a better net connection.&lt;br /&gt;6. Also, there is something I have started believing in. Myself. &lt;br /&gt;7. I love writing. I wish I could do it more often. &lt;br /&gt;8. I still look for the JBF every morning. (or every afternoon. That is when I get up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jump out of the Bed Factor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-8081055210060668317?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/8081055210060668317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=8081055210060668317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/8081055210060668317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/8081055210060668317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/04/jbf.html' title='JBF'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-3708445570028730004</id><published>2010-04-02T01:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-02T02:04:18.571+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Advert</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MOBdTP9ZB-I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MOBdTP9ZB-I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Advertisement. One Word. Hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-3708445570028730004?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/3708445570028730004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=3708445570028730004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3708445570028730004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3708445570028730004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/04/advert.html' title='Advert'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-6311477448871313649</id><published>2010-03-26T00:41:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-26T01:48:58.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time Out</title><content type='html'>Lessons learnt this year so far:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Time changes quickly. This does not mean to buy a new battery for your watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Dont be friends with anyone and everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Try new and exciting things. If u never tried u will never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Watch more movies. The last movie i saw was My Name is Khan *Khan - From the Epiglottis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Be a little more positive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Go for a haircut at least once in three months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Discourage kids from studying Law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Writing makes me happy. I wish i could do it for a living. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Most Importantly, I have to start praying everyday. Yes. Exams are two weeks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats a lot of learning in three months.  Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-6311477448871313649?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/6311477448871313649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=6311477448871313649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/6311477448871313649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/6311477448871313649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-out.html' title='Time Out'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-9208309391940253770</id><published>2010-03-12T01:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:29:52.741+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Room to Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just finished off with one of the best books I have read in recent times.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and feels a little light but also heavy at the same time.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really have no clue so as to what I am going to do with my life.. But i read a wonderful line in the book.. I 'd like to post it here..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Sometimes if you wait until you have your entire plan figured out and buttoned up, the world will have moved on and passed you by.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is 'Leaving Microsoft to Change the world' by John Wood. Recommend it to everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-9208309391940253770?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/9208309391940253770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=9208309391940253770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/9208309391940253770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/9208309391940253770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/03/room-to-read.html' title='Room to Read'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-5296473919771330963</id><published>2010-03-07T03:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:22:47.038+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its obviously been a long time since I have written something. I have wanted to write for a long time now. The thoughts were there but the words were not. Somehow the words are coming out just fine today. And I am happy they are. I did feel for some time whether I lost the art of writing. Now I realise it was a phase. I like putting Life into phases. It keeps me positive. Good times and the bad times, u know, something on those lines. Also, when u are playing a nice song on your computer, words tend to come out faster than they usually do. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life is funny. It is. It wants you to be logical and sensitive. patient and restless. real and pretentious. rich and poor. formal and informal. happy and sad. positive and negative. open and close. black and white. full and void. ambitious and hopeless. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As i scratch my head over what I just wrote above, I am short of words again. Life has certainly changed over the past year. I have not really dwelled into so as to the happenings of the eventful year. Not because I did not want to or I was too scared. But just that I did not have the time. Its funny because there were introspections every day. There used to be planning every day. It then became once a week. once in two weeks. once a month. once in three-four months. Now, I don’t really remember the last time I really sat and thought what I was doing with my life. Am i doing what I really wanted to do? Am i just going with the flow? Am I getting too over burdened by the commercials of life? Am I sacrificing on what I always believed in? Am I making too much out of it? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The calculations have changed big time. From analysing to which place to go and hog at to which place to work at. From thinking of changing the world to accepting the hard realities of life. From spending time with friends to the word networking. From watching sports news to watching stock markets updates. From chappals &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to unpolished shoes. From unbrushed hair to gelled hair. Phew. Life has changed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People say its good. So I agree. But is it really worth it? Is it really worth the pain of not living the way u want to? Wasnt it about what u wanted to and u believed in? Is money really so important? How much money is really important? Tough question. Ignored. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is something I realised today. not because i am up at three and saw an inspirational movie. But because I know what I want to do. I know it. The only problem is I don’t know how I will do it. There is some power up there and I believe it will take care of it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Its difficult to leave it like that but its the easiest thing to do as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life is funny. Difficult and Easy at the same time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-5296473919771330963?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/5296473919771330963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=5296473919771330963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/5296473919771330963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/5296473919771330963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-funny.html' title='Life is Funny'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-5864313340666793498</id><published>2010-01-09T01:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-09T03:29:21.204+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life just like Cricket</title><content type='html'>Life is like a series of cricket matches.. you dont really know whether what you have scored is good enough.. it takes a long time to end..  but it ends.. and there is a winner.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a beautiful line. No I havent written it. I read it somewhere and somehow I thought of it right now. Doesnt it 'cover' what Life is all about? (Cover is coincidentally a fielding position)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We come into life. We are brought into limelight from Day Zero. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We work hard. We try and play giving full respect to the rules of the game but somehow always fail. We pull in full swing, hit hard, but somehow the timing is always wrong. We either get caught or get bowled. The other side rejoices. We lose. We lose our spark. We try and move on. We learn with experience. Some of us get better at what we are doing. Some of us give up at that. Some of us realize we were not meant to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life, just like Cricket, is full of glamor. There are going to be distractions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont really know what the author meant by your score in the cricket series.. but I would interpret it as money. In life, you dont really know whether what u have earned is good enough. (Well, unless you own a radio with a sports car around it) Some might make double hundreds, even triple hundreds which in monetary terms would be millions and billions of dollars. But really, even after the marathon effort, your team goes on to lose, would it really matter? On the other hand, a quick 20-30 or even a snail paced innings helps your team to win, that my friend will give you abundance of satisfaction. The ultimate kick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unless its useful for others, it wont really make a difference. Whats the point of making a lot of money and keeping it to yourself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I strongly believe that the whole world is a team. Each of us need to contribute for the whole team and not worry about our own records i.e. our own wealth. Money, I believe is essential. It brings a sense of comfort. It gives you a social status. But I fail to understand how can one really be happy if another team-mate of theirs is struggling to even hold the bat? Isnt it about team effort? Isnt that how you build a strong team? Isnt that how you win?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get annoyed when all that people talk about is how much money they have.. Or when people go for a vacation and then tell everyone about how much money they spent on it.. I know its odd but I think its a waste of time. There is so much more to life. Considering the fact the life expectancy is about 68, we all dont really have much time. I already feel old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone of us needs to grow up and grow up fast. We need to wake up to the fact that the world is in pits. We need to focus on bigger things in life. We need to reach out to people, help them, take care of them. We need to do things which make us happy and not just for the sake of doing it. We need to be free. We need to take our own decisions and then blame ourselves if they dont work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very optimistic about the fact that if we all play as a team and bat for each other.. we would definitely be the winners in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-5864313340666793498?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/5864313340666793498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=5864313340666793498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/5864313340666793498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/5864313340666793498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-just-like-cricket.html' title='Life just like Cricket'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-806102130826229686</id><published>2009-11-16T01:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:50:27.948+05:30</updated><title type='text'>t(w)o</title><content type='html'>This blog is t(w)o celebrate :&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Tendulkar completing 20 years in International Cricket. God bless him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Beginning of Third-Last Semester. Sounds Better that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-806102130826229686?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/806102130826229686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=806102130826229686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/806102130826229686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/806102130826229686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/11/two.html' title='t(w)o'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-8620777513014644422</id><published>2009-11-08T04:13:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-08T04:54:52.799+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Six Point Someone</title><content type='html'>This is a superstition. &lt;div&gt;and I almost forgot about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to write something during my exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been doing that consistently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But almost went against the ritual this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more day. I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams get over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Work &amp;amp; Co. in a week's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am currently in the mood of giving everything up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably go off to hills. Probably become a saint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Renounce the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask 'whats the point'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats the point when we have to ultimately die and go to heavens. (hopefully)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats the point when we have to see our loved ones go away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats the point when we have to lose to win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats the point when we have to spend to save.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats the point of being happy when we have to eventually cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats the point of working hard if its hardly working out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The answers lie within. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. We will not go to heaven for heaven's sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Loved ones will go away. But there is always scope for loving a few more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;'Kabhi Kabhi Jeetne ke liye haarna bhi padta hai'. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Now this is controversial. I dont really like spending. Who cares about savings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. A tough one. But if u dont cry how will you be happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I am getting tired of answering now. But persistence is the key. Same goes for working hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats the point. Six points.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get back to books. Although the bed and pillow make it a little difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just for the word 'persistence'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-8620777513014644422?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/8620777513014644422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=8620777513014644422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/8620777513014644422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/8620777513014644422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/11/six-point-someone.html' title='Six Point Someone'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-5752223304449572248</id><published>2009-09-25T00:20:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-25T02:36:09.329+05:30</updated><title type='text'>zzzZzz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tired. Exhausted. Sleepy. Sleepless. Inactive. Quiet. Heavy. Dull. Sluggish. Lazy. Uninterested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dreamy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even if I am all of this, somehow I cant stop dreaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It may be a wild fancy or a series of well thought ideas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been a dreamer. I have had a lot of dreams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some broke even before I put them on the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A few have given way to a lot of beautiful memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As a kid, I would think of doing some crazy things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I still do. Quite often.&lt;br /&gt;It scares me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What if it does not work out the way I want it to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;What if it just remains a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With time, I have become much more practical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and may be a little more emotional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am unselfish. But I am not altruistic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Maybe I am getting to know myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;or running away from the understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;But what the hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The Big Plan should always be there. Up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Above everything else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-5752223304449572248?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/5752223304449572248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=5752223304449572248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/5752223304449572248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/5752223304449572248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/09/zzzzzz.html' title='zzzZzz..'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-7664781343388376978</id><published>2009-08-23T03:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T04:17:51.621+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strangers</title><content type='html'>I have never really read blogs of people I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really know.&lt;div&gt;I just did it today. I read quite a few of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had nothing to do. I have an off tomorrow. so I thought I'd just kill some time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this one blog of some twenty-eight year old female.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always wondered why would anyone read blogs of unknown people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid, I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the truth is I was stupid to think like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading her blog, I thought I knew her since childhood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could relate to her. I could see the connect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could feel the happiness. the joy. the sadness. the hope. the fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the love for expressing oneself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed at her posts. made fun of it. some posts also made me rub my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone should believe in something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe there are times in life when strangers can bless u without even knowing they did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-7664781343388376978?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/7664781343388376978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=7664781343388376978' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/7664781343388376978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/7664781343388376978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/08/strangers.html' title='Strangers'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-851092862585812717</id><published>2009-07-31T01:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:39:19.997+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paradox</title><content type='html'>I have always been very clear with what I wanted in Life.&lt;div&gt;I have made my choices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I have made mistakes. I have learnt with time. and Still learning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never been so confused. Never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May be, its a phase everyone has to go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or I am giving too much attention to details.&lt;br /&gt;Or I am looking only at the broad picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, this time there is no way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You work hard in Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray even harder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U are an inch away from holding the star.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then u are hit. Blown away. and u are lost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U did not want this. But u got it because thats what u always wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the paradox of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is that what Life is all about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it about the daily struggle?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it about going to heavens? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it about being rich?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it about serving the poor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it about showing how fortunate u really are?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it about hiding those teary eyes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its Both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it about fighting till the last breath?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it about relinquishment?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it about black?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;white?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont know. You have to choose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I hope I did not confuse you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-851092862585812717?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/851092862585812717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=851092862585812717' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/851092862585812717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/851092862585812717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/07/paradox.html' title='Paradox'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-6325082096396333913</id><published>2009-06-26T01:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:49:31.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>P.O.A.</title><content type='html'>Things to do in July:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Hit the Gym &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Buy a Guitar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Watch Movies (I took out time to make a list)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Spend time alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Wait anxiously for the result&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Getting up early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Not to get wet in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Haircut?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9) Sleep less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Eat more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11) Kill mosquitos- Buy an all out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Not crib about not having a Mercedes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13) Decided. No Haircutting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14) Click more snaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15) Clean my room. Atleast once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-6325082096396333913?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/6325082096396333913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=6325082096396333913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/6325082096396333913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/6325082096396333913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/06/poa.html' title='P.O.A.'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-4733530682770690930</id><published>2009-06-20T02:00:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-20T03:20:19.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Giving</title><content type='html'>I get such conflicting ideas that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really know what I want in life. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know if I want to be the next Bill Gates. Or the next Warren Buffet. Or the next Bill Clinton. Or the next so and so.&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to be like them because of the money they earned. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; idolise them because of their fame. And also not because of the power they possess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of them have a lot in common except for the above non-relevant merits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill Gates runs the Bill &amp;amp; Melinda Gates Foundation. The world's top philanthropic institution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Warren Buffet donated his modest share of wealth worth 31 billion Dollars to the Gates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill Clinton runs the Clinton Foundation and is also a special envoy to the UN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are great men with great vision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vision may not be education's bequest upon them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But their ideas, their thoughts, is what makes them different from the rest of the breed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us, if not, then most of us have all what we have ever wished for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much does one want in life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Family, Good Food, Home are enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest is all unreal. Its illusory. Its deceptive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some force which is squeezing through your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the compulsion. Its the crushing heaviness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the obligation. Demands of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so we fall in the trap. Of possessing these unreal fantasies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; To own what others dont.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To control what others cant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To acquire what others are not endowed with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To worry when others hold on to some worthless material article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To run without a finish line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many of us really think about those who are not so blessed? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many of  us think of giving them a share of our happiness?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many of us really care?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The point is not how much u give. Its just about giving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whether its a million or a minute. Its just about giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give as much as u can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you will not take your fortune with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-4733530682770690930?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/4733530682770690930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=4733530682770690930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/4733530682770690930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/4733530682770690930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/06/giving.html' title='Giving'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-987024683298947018</id><published>2009-05-26T03:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-20T03:30:46.607+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the Wondrous Genitors to the Ever-supportive Siblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the Fresh Air to the Strong Breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the Clean Water to the Great Food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the Symmetrical Roads to Roadworthy Cars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the Uninterrupted supply of protons-electrons to its Utter Misuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the Unbroken Connectivity to Up-to-the-minute Widgets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the Restful Beds to the Blankets as a covering for Warmth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Having Wings to Flying High.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Education in its Broadest sense to the Experience of gaining Knowledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Ridiculing the every act of the Government to Selflishly cutting off from the Sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Losing to Materialistic Pleasures to Forgetting Spiritual Fulfillment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Being Human to Being Fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-987024683298947018?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/987024683298947018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=987024683298947018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/987024683298947018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/987024683298947018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/05/being-human.html' title='Being Human'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-3698225188535121897</id><published>2009-05-25T02:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-25T02:41:31.345+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Look. My Lord Ram is here.</title><content type='html'>Is &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/swades/video/x1m1aq_swades-part-7_shortfilms"&gt;THIS &lt;/a&gt;why we are great?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Samjho is paheli ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Boond ho akeli to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ek boond jaise kuch bhi nahi ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; Kyun na banien milke hum dhaara .. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-3698225188535121897?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/3698225188535121897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=3698225188535121897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3698225188535121897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/3698225188535121897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-my-lord-ram-is-here.html' title='Look. My Lord Ram is here.'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-7461159495775477181</id><published>2009-05-08T01:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:20:47.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ink Mark</title><content type='html'>Yes.&lt;div&gt;I voted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Thats Legendary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-7461159495775477181?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/7461159495775477181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=7461159495775477181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/7461159495775477181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/7461159495775477181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/05/ink-mark.html' title='Ink Mark'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-2911849231133848002</id><published>2009-05-04T05:05:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-05T04:24:26.437+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Path of Righteousness</title><content type='html'>The music rings through my ears.&lt;div&gt;My eyes are closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My head is shaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wander down the memory lane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think about every bond i made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lament my thoughtless acts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cherish all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yappy&lt;/span&gt; moments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; i won, i lost something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart hurts to no end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lose myself in the current wave of thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i thought winning was everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the emotional state i am in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to be free. I want to be careless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to put up a fake smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want to be a hollow sham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want a swank apartment or an imposingly fashionable car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate being on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet I want to be independent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to keep on writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe there is more to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to read. I want to play guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to travel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go on top of tall mountains covered with white snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to take a dip in the sacred river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to know who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to meet new people. I want to help them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to make a difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want this song to end. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want this night to end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want this thought to go away..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For today my eyes are open, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; "&gt; my hands are here to mend what is broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; I believe I can change your mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; revive what is dying inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; but Someday .. Someday ... '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-2911849231133848002?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/2911849231133848002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=2911849231133848002' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/2911849231133848002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/2911849231133848002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/04/path-of-righteousness.html' title='Path of Righteousness'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-5504539933623592223</id><published>2009-04-17T03:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:59:45.768+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brainwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtUtQicsU4c/SeexPT_4PCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fx5C4NC_Sz4/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtUtQicsU4c/SeexPT_4PCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fx5C4NC_Sz4/s200/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325419961013255202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting and trying to study for the god-forbidden exams starting from next month. More than studying , i was getting restless about whether i'll be able to finish the course on time. From worrying about the tediously long course, I moved on to thinking about the much awaited Indian Premier League. Being a part of the cric&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ket crazy nation , i am no exception to the excitement surrounding the league. The mix of cricket with bollywood makes for a great viewing. I wondered about what the teams would be. Who will eventually win the tourno? Will it be a hit? Will the economics work out? I  reflected on the various reasons why it was shifted to the African Nation. India has become an unsafe place, I thought.  They cannot even organize a domestic league. These losers should forget planning and arranging the Commonwealth Games 2010 in Delhi. I was baffled. irritated. I felt the pulse and the rage was building up inside. I felt disheartened more so because I am home and had the league been played in india i would have gone for it. But then it seemed alright as there were exams around the corner.  Exams yeah. Shit. But no. I was putting my head into a much more important issue. Suddenly i found myself laughing at the thought of some one throwing his white coloured shoe at the Home Minister. Hahaha. Serves Him Right. But my left brain made a mockery of this and converted this idea of throwing things at a minister of the cabinet a wrong one. (For those who dont know, the left brain is known for its logical and rational thinking) The same minister had handled the situation after 26/11 very maturely and put severe diplomatic pressure on Pakistan. It made Pakistan finally admit that the plan was hatched in their land. For the 963rd time in 21 years of my life i played with the fact that why would anyone do such a thing? Why would anyone go around killing people with AK 47s? Why did man invent Gun? Why were Nuclear Bombs being made? Why were rape laws being legalized? Why cant the general public even vote peacefully? Why cant they give peace a chance? These injustices embittered me even more. Why was there so much of darkness in the world? Recession. Slowdown. Financial Failure. This was the icing on the cake.&lt;div&gt;CAKE.. wow.  After all the brainwork, I was hungry.  But everyone had slept. and there is nothing in this world which i can make on my own. it was 3 in the night. I thought i'd better go off to sleep. But then what i saw was an object of fear and reverence. I saw my books. Lying on the left side of the bed. and I suddenly realized i had planned to finish off the Parsi marriage and Divorce Act. ( &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Are Bawa log Itni Lambi Act kyun banayi? woh bhi shaadi karne ke liye! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lesson i learnt today was that too much of thinking never helps. and specially too much of intellectual activity. U know why? Not because U cant do what u set out to. But because it makes u hungry.    :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-5504539933623592223?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/5504539933623592223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=5504539933623592223' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/5504539933623592223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/5504539933623592223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/04/brainwork_17.html' title='Brainwork'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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/_YtUtQicsU4c/SeexPT_4PCI/AAAAAAAAAA8/fx5C4NC_Sz4/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709458774536488209.post-5107169987373005108</id><published>2009-02-16T02:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:41:00.769+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its home after all</title><content type='html'>I dont know what it is.&lt;div&gt;I somehow fail to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant get over the fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love Jaipur too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its home after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spent 18 happy years of my life here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to ever leave this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there is so much I have to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many places to visit. so much to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new faces, new people to meet, My mind tells me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my heart says, Its home after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have gone through this a lot of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have left this place, this neighbourhood a hundred times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should be painless and simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there I go again. a lump in my throat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moist eyes. body shaking and trembling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its home after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put on some music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I write this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I distract myself only to realize I am still on the same footing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not an emotional person yet I almost give in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its home after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But sanity prevails,  I come back out of my zone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'll miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and miss it dearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i'll cherish all these moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to move on, I have to carry on the legacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Life after all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-5107169987373005108?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/5107169987373005108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=5107169987373005108' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/5107169987373005108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/5107169987373005108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-home-after-all.html' title='Its home after all'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-1228301696979455014</id><published>2008-10-30T03:33:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:14:47.305+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Headlines Today</title><content type='html'>Today 's Headlines :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mumbai's Unity Divided. North Indians are victims of the Hate Campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Even Hindu's joining the terror bandwagon. They are accused of organising the Malegoan Blasts. The Accused include two Retd. Army men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Men are being hired from Kerela to get trained at Kashmir and are being turned into pro's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Karunanidhi , the CM of Tamil Nadu thinking whether the 'GOVERNMENT at the CENTRE' should continue if its warning to Sri Lankan Government to stop the attacks on Tamilians went unheeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. India going the Iraq way? - At least 7 blasts in 2008 in major centres across India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Market Crashes . Below 8,000 Points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Enough of the First Page.&lt;br /&gt;I somehow didnt feel like going on to the second page. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-1228301696979455014?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/1228301696979455014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=1228301696979455014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/1228301696979455014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/1228301696979455014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2008/10/headlines-today.html' title='Headlines Today'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-8264871341814897101</id><published>2008-10-21T02:04:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:08:44.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>I wish this world aint too big&lt;br /&gt;So then I would never get lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could catch hold of time&lt;br /&gt;But it was always a second faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there were no feelings&lt;br /&gt;So I could neither smile nor cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was no light&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt have been afraid of darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was immortal&lt;br /&gt;So then there would have been no pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my wishes never come true&lt;br /&gt;Because then Life would not be Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-8264871341814897101?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/8264871341814897101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=8264871341814897101' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/8264871341814897101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/8264871341814897101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wish_21.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-355681488994849613</id><published>2008-07-28T03:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-28T04:34:34.911+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sangeet</title><content type='html'>Music does to me what no else can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am elated and excited.&lt;br /&gt;I am lonely and blue in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me happy. Music makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel obliged , thankful and full of gratitude .&lt;br /&gt;I am a rebel, unappreciative , and unforgiving in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me good. Music makes me an evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am compassionate , kind, more gentle , emotional.&lt;br /&gt;I am hateful , mean , unwanted , and off-putting in a mo.&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me humane. Music makes me cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss people, I think of them, I yearn to be with them.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt , fail to trust the same people , I loathe them in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me love. Music makes me hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ambitious, stirred up, exhilarated and stimulated.&lt;br /&gt;I am downcast , low , dejected, and discouraged in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me hopeful . Music makes me dispirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reflective, pensive , innovative, and futuristic.&lt;br /&gt;I am carefree, cheerfully irresponsible, chirpy in a trice.&lt;br /&gt;Music makes me an adult. Music makes me a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music does to me what no one else can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-355681488994849613?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/355681488994849613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=355681488994849613' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/355681488994849613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/355681488994849613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2008/07/sangeet.html' title='Sangeet'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-6738321446068102104</id><published>2008-07-14T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:42:13.707+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Long Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YtUtQicsU4c/SIDobhCkSfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SLqpuZvEuTA/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224431127173024242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="215" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YtUtQicsU4c/SIDobhCkSfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SLqpuZvEuTA/s320/z.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clock struck 12. It was midnight. I was tired and famished for food and sleep ! But here I was, standing on platform number 2 at the &lt;em&gt;Jaipur Railway Station&lt;/em&gt; . Totally unamused by this 'out of the blue' adventure , I lingered aimlessly around the platform. Another look at the watch, it was 12: 05 and &lt;em&gt;Rajdhani Express &lt;/em&gt;finally arrived on platform number 3. Dammit. I thought 'why did it arrive on time?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see the 'Huh'?! what was that' look on your face! Yes . I wanted it to be late. I had come to recieve my brother who was scheduled to reach Jaipur at 11:30 by Intercity Express and then catch the already arrived train&lt;em&gt; . &lt;/em&gt;His train had still not arrived and Rajdhani Express was about to leave . So in all probablity, he was going to miss the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited nervously and when unable to endure irritation any longer I finally looked for a place to sit. I was amazed to see how every seat , every chair , every possible place to sit was captured and dealt with . People sitting on the benches was heard of , but there were some who were sleeping on it. There were also some who were giving their luggage much needed rest by keeping it on the chair ! I thought it was pointless to even argue with them. So, after a lot of contemplation, I finally made a tough decision which was to keep standing! :) . &lt;em&gt;Rajdhani Express &lt;/em&gt;departed without my brother on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scanned the platform for something interesting which would keep me busy for the next 15 minutes. It was announced 10 times in a minute that the 'Intercity Express is expected to arrive in 15 minutes' and this unsurprisingly added to my frustration. Anyways, I failed miserably and nothing could hold my attention for more than 10 seconds. As I looked around, I saw the railway track which looked more like a trash barrel. It was covered with almost everything u can think of. Cans , used water bottles, old news papers , napkins. You could even see the fearless rats running over it. There were millions and zillions of the two winged insects of the order Diptera. For the uninitiated, I am talking about the flies! I felt disgusted and nauseated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to change my range of vision and saw hundreds of people waiting for their trains to arrive. I asked myself why do people come and sit at the station when their trains are supposed to arrive the next day. Indian Mentality I thought. But the more practical reasoning led me to believe that there was no other place they could go and whiled the hours away. But the whole scenario was in such a mess. There was no space to walk on the platform . I had to literally jump every time I took a step. The smell was unbearable. There was nothing which was even close to be termed as 'clean'. It was chaos stamped all over the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several thoughts which I weighed in my mind with thoroughness and care. One of them was when will our railway stations will be as good as the ones in abroad? When will we able to see platforms and tracks which are free from dirt or stain ? When will we reach that level where the higher fragment of the society wont itch to travel in the trains? I feel we deserve each and every bit of it . The Indian Railway Profit in 2007-08 stands at Rs 25,000 crore. Indian Railways has earned a surplus of 68,778 Crores in the last four years. The new railway projects have witnessed an investment of 49,250 Crores. Enough of the statistics. But I just wanted to prove my point. When we have seen such an unprecendented growth, why arent we using it and improving the stations. Agreed , the prices have not risen despite inflation. Agreed , Lalu Prasad Yadav has turned around an enterprise which was literally a white elephant all these years. But why dont we see a part of the money being put into improving and cleaning of the stations? Inspite of the fact that our railways are earning huge profits , they are still far far behind from their counterparts abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was perplexed and sad at the same time when suddenly someone gave me a push from behind. Startled, I looked behind and saw my brother who had finally reached Jaipur. He asked if he missed the train. I nodded and saw him giving a mouthful to the railway authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked back to the parking area , jumping and making our way . We both were carrying a suitcase each because the '&lt;em&gt;beimaan coolies' &lt;/em&gt;were charging a sum which was unacceptable to both of us. And, as we made our way, I shook my head and thought that this is India. &lt;em&gt;Yahan Kuch Bhi Ho Sakta Hai. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. : The image is a normal journey on a train for millions of Indians. Its not a Gujjar Protest&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-6738321446068102104?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/6738321446068102104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=6738321446068102104' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/6738321446068102104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/6738321446068102104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-wait.html' title='The Long Wait'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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://bp0.blogger.com/_YtUtQicsU4c/SIDobhCkSfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/SLqpuZvEuTA/s72-c/z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709458774536488209.post-6711773018030097160</id><published>2008-07-08T14:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:21:54.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Life</title><content type='html'>" Why did you choose commerce, &lt;em&gt;beta ?&lt;/em&gt; " , asked a senior teacher in my school. I dont want to name her because of the respect i have for her. Alright . I know you are curious. She taught us our national language in 10th, was also the vice principal , took her retirement but was still in school for her love for students. Thats all for the hints. But I am serious. I really respect her :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after all the detailing , lets get back to the question " Why did I choose commerce as my major in 11th ?" Not only my teachers , but also my classmates, relatives used to huddle around me to ask this question. Everyone had their opinions . " Dude u should have taken science ". " Man what are u doing here in commerce section." " &lt;em&gt;Yaar .. Tu Pagal Hai kya&lt;/em&gt;.. Your Dad is such a big doctor.. u should have taken biology." " U are dumb". " U have ruined ur life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to get really annoyed with everyone. I thought " What is your problem if i take up commerce, arts , or drop out of school and become a saint ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passed. High School was coming to an end. Friends, Teachers , Relatives, (even people who I had never met, never spoken to ), everyone of them inquired about my future plans . Back came the answer " Law ". Yes, I wanted to study Law. Then started the same old rituals. All my well-wishers had something to say. " Take it easy man. A lawyer's life is tough. How will u manage?" " You wont earn money till the age of 35" " &lt;em&gt;Beta ..Vakalat mein you need to argue a lot aur tu vaise hi itna seedha hai&lt;/em&gt; ." ( Alright. I know you are laughing. so am I :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umphhh.. I was tired of hearing their endless suggestions for my life. I was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;But all thanks to my immediate family &amp;amp; close friends who supported me and guided me all that time and never once I doubted myself with what I set out to do. Infact , I got all the more gung-ho about it .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this piece of article, I dont mean to share what I had to face. I am sure you guys at some point of time must have felt something similar to what I did. But the sole intention of writing this is the lessons I learnt during that time .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELIEVE IN YOURSELF&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes , Trust yourself in whatever you are doing or you plan to do. Have unshakable faith in yourself . Once , you get down to do something , dont doubt yourself . This , I think , is the most important fact of life . Unless u have faith in yourself, u cannot reach where you want to. There have been innumberable stories about people who had no chance of making it to where they reached , but they did. Why? Because they believed in themselves. Lance Armstrong after being treated for cancer came back from nowhere to win the Tour De France 7 times! Bill Gates dropping out of Harvard to start Microsoft and making it a large success! Thomas Elva Edison gave us the brightness in our lives we so needed! Did anyone give them a chance? NO! But they made it. U know exactly why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DONT GET INTIMIDATED &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: There will always be people who will try to pull you down. They will try their best to knock you down. But Dont get intimadated. Dont get discouraged. Just because someone else doesnt think its right , it doesnt mean its wrong. As Thomas Browne once said " No man can justly censure or condemn another, because indeed no man truly knows another . " Always remember one thing that whatever u do, how good u are , you will always be belabored by your fellow mates. So, instead of trying to please everyone, try and do things which u want to in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BE AROUND POSITIVE PEOPLE &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: More the positivity in your life , the better it is. When you are around people u love , u automatically become positive. You develop a sense of well- being and has a soothing effect on your life. They encourage u, motivate u to do better than what u did and they never let u down. When u are surrounded by negative people from all the sides , they kill your confidence. They make u believe that u are of no use and u can achieve nothing in your life. Ur life is doomed. Thats why it is very important to stay around positive people and people u love. They truly make your life ' beautiful ' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;READ BOOKS &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: This sounds like a very unconventional advice. Many of you would think what kind of a suggestion this is. But, trust me, this is one of the most important lessons I learnt! Reading books makes u think of things u never thought of! We all are so engrossed in our own lives that we cant think of the bigger things in life! Books make u do that! They broaden your vision , increase your knowledge , and helps u to make friends! Someone has rightly said " Books are your best friend " . I totally second that. Even if you are slow reader , it doesnt matter , take it slow and easy. But once u start a book , make it a point to finish it. Dont leave it like that. Also, read newspapers daily. Make it a habit. U'll know whats going around the world , and they play a major role in developing the perception towards life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-6711773018030097160?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/6711773018030097160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=6711773018030097160' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/6711773018030097160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/6711773018030097160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-did-you-choose-commerce-beta-asked.html' title='The Art of Life'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-6600304914391373689</id><published>2008-07-04T16:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T04:35:36.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bill Gates 2.0</title><content type='html'>Yes, its time to log off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Henry Gates III has finally stepped down as the Chairman of Microsoft. He gradually transferred his duties to Ray Ozzie, chief software architect and Craig Mundie, chief research and strategy office. Steve Ballmer will continue his role as the CEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REWIND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Gates was a Harvard drop-out( for those who dont know he scored 1590 out of 1600 in his SAT exam ). Microsoft was founded by Bill Gates and Paul Allen in 1976. Bill Gates at some point of time was the richest man of the world ( now he is third richest with a whooping $58.0 billion and just behind Warren Buffet and Carlos Slim Helu). He single-handedly revolutionised the personal computers. He had a vision and he proved everyone wrong. Now, almost 70% of the people in USA own a PC. (Although India is far behind with a paltry 6-7 % ) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not many of us are aware of the fact that Microsoft was entangled in a lawsuit which alleged that Microsoft had engaged in anti-competitive conduct. The Court finally held that a settlement be made among the aggrieved parties. But this antitrust lawsuit which carried on for four years, severely dented the reputation of Microsoft and Bill Gates, in particular. Those were some of the most taxing and tough times for William H. Gates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRESENT ( NOT ) TENSE ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, Bill Gates is the one of most largely respected entrepreneurs of the world. Gates has co-authored many successful books ( His book ' The Road Ahead was on the bestsellers chart for almost 18 weeks ), has recieved many honorary doctrates , was among the list of 100 most influential men. Gates has made a mark in almost everything he has done. He has made Microsoft into one of the most powerful organisations of all time. Microsoft may be ranked second, just after GE. But , He retired. Retired when he was at the peak of things. Although some people might argue that it was a wrong time as the concept of ' cloud computing ' was catching on , and Microsoft's unsuccessful bid on Yahoo! But Gates has achieved much more than many others have achieved on this planet! Why would anyone who owns a mega-company which has around 1200 employees all over the world retire at the age of 52? Bill Gates thinks otherwise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BILL GATES 2.0 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me tell u something. Bill Gates did not retire because he wanted to stay in his huge mansion in the side of a hill overlooking Lake Washington to play with his three children. ( By the way, the total value of the property is $ 125 million ..) He retired because he wanted to work full time for his foundation ' Bill &amp;amp; Melinda Gates Foundation ' ( Melinda is his wife) which was established in 2000. Bill and Melinda Gates set out their priorities such as - improving health and reducing extreme poverty in the developing world and improving high school education in the USA. The foundation mainly guided by two values which are : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a) All lives—no matter where they are being lived—have equal value. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;b) To whom much is given, much is expected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The foundation has funds of $38.7 billion as on December 31, 2007. Warren Buffet, the richest man on the earth who has donated generously in this foundation is also a trustee. He has given 10 million shares of his company Berkshire Hathaway worth $30 billion which has been worked out through annual contributions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The remarkable thing about this foundation is that they do not plan to add up funds, but their vision is to accumulate around $100 billion and spend all of it by the end of the century. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wrote about Bill Gates because I thought i needed to. I felt I had to. I wrote because there is something which we could all learn from the Bill Gates story. A man who was heading one of the largest companies of all time, retired to pursue a number of philanthropic endeavors. Isnt it strange? In this materialistic world , no one would ever think of doing that. Everyone is in a hurry. Everyone wants to earn more and more and more. There is no end to the money people earn. But they never think of putting their money into social and relevant causes because with that money they want to buy the latest BMW model or huge chunk of usesless jewellery for the wives. Agreed, Gates was the richest man at one point of time and he can manage it. But even he plans to spend 90% of his fortune ( which currently stands at $56 Billion ). We in our own levels can contribute. We dont have to be the richest of the richest. Whatever we donate will be for the betterment of the humanity and doesnt necessarily have to be a big donation. True, money is important, but even if we can put in a little effort, take out time for the unprivileged, it will go in a long way to make this world a better place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all, at the end, it does not matter how much u earned in your life, but how much u did for the society, how much u worked for the welfare of human beings. This is what people will remember u for. Not for your swank mansion or for your imposingly fashionable collection of cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bill Gates' life has been to compared to that of Buddha by many who himself walked on the same path. He has been regarded as the Saviour of the World. The World's Biggest Philanthropist. Its time we salute this remarkable visionary. Its time we remember the important value ' To whom much is given, much is expected '.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. : How many of you knew that the real name of Bill Gates is William H. Gates III ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-6600304914391373689?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/6600304914391373689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=6600304914391373689' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/6600304914391373689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/6600304914391373689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2008/07/bill-gates-20.html' title='Bill Gates 2.0'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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-5709458774536488209.post-2610846347960256996</id><published>2008-07-01T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:00:30.119+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why ?</title><content type='html'>Friends turn Foes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers into Enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally into an Adversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love turns into Hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this buzzing sound in my head when i read all of the above equations. Again. and Again.&lt;br /&gt;All of these start from a positive bonding which crumble into a meaningless , regretful journey of two people , or two organizations.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think anyone of us sets out to do this to ourselves. But it Happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our brief existence on earth we all get down to lead a meaningful life, to achieve something in our life.&lt;br /&gt;As we go along we forge relationships with people who basically influence and mold us in the way we are.&lt;br /&gt;There are some which get lost in the way and some which remain with us till the end.&lt;br /&gt;Why do some relationships get spoiled or wrecked when we expect them to last for a lifetime. &lt;strong&gt;WHY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let u find the answers on ur own. ( Why should i do everything !!? )&lt;br /&gt;But what i will do is I'll give u the solutions to how not to injure your relationship. I'll call them the mantras.&lt;br /&gt;I know i''ll look too old when i give u the ' Mantras ' as if i have been through a lot. Its nothing like that. Its just that I am being generous .( ha ha ha ) Now enough of jokes , lets get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FIVE 'MANTRAS' ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) CHANGE IS INEVITABLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Lillian Hellman puts it " People change and forget to tell each other . "&lt;br /&gt;One of the main reasons for the fallout is CHANGE.&lt;br /&gt;People go through different phases in life. They see the good times and the not-so good times!&lt;br /&gt;The circumstances force them to change emotionally, mentally , or maybe even physically.&lt;br /&gt;With time , there will always be some modification or alteration in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Accept the changes and dont dwell on the past because change is inevitable - expect from a vending machine! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) RESPECT PRIVACY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how close we are to someone we must always respect his/her privacy. We must know that the other person is an individual and needs his own space in life. Never ever should we get too interfering or busy about other person's business.&lt;br /&gt;Privacy is not something that one is merely entitled to, its an absolute prerequisite .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) SPEND QUALITY TIME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to spend high quality time with people we love and admire. We all may be very worked up or stressed to the core. But that should not prevent us from meeting our near and dear ones.&lt;br /&gt;This rejuventes and brings fresh energy and strength into the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;So, make it a point to visit your grandparents, your parents, your siblings, people u love on a regular basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) EXPESS YOURSELF &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not doing any favours if you are hiding something or some feeling from your family or friends.&lt;br /&gt;Its always easier to express yourself , to let the other person know whats going on your mind. Be Honest.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, if u are feeling bad about something go and tell them.. dont hide. dont cover up. It wont help.&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much love them! Go, give them a hug! Let them know you are always there and how much they mean to u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) HAVE FAITH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This for me is the most essential ' mantra ' . Having faith in each other is the most important thing to build a successful association. Unless you can trust that person there is no way in the world that relationship can go on for too long . Lack of faith brings in insecurity , u start doubting your loved one. Dont believe anyone who talks or says anything against your loved one. They might just be rumours. But then Even if ur loved one makes a mistake, forgive them and move on! Do not then doubt them because u have already committed the sin of forgiving them :P .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEEP THE FAITH. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way , werent the mantras the answers to all the questions ?&lt;br /&gt;Think about it and feel free to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5709458774536488209-2610846347960256996?l=panagariya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/feeds/2610846347960256996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5709458774536488209&amp;postID=2610846347960256996' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/2610846347960256996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5709458774536488209/posts/default/2610846347960256996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://panagariya.blogspot.com/2008/06/why.html' title='Why ?'/><author><name>Arihant Panagariya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09819961870030805719</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></feed>
