<?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-15619390</id><updated>2011-12-02T13:10:46.675+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Arbit thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>The title says it all !!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15619390.post-114242102958363628</id><published>2006-03-15T16:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T16:51:57.510+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The God of all times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(6, 91, 177);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten Obscure Factoids Concerning Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.physics.uiowa.edu/adventure/spring_2005/einstein/einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.physics.uiowa.edu/adventure/spring_2005/einstein/einstein.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span helvetica="" serif="" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&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;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;1. He Liked His Feet Naked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; "When I was young, I found out that the big toe always ends up making a hole in the sock," he once said. "So I stopped wearing socks." Einstein was also a fanatical slob, refusing to "dress properly" for anyone. Either people knew him or they didn't, he reasoned - so it didn't matter either way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span helvetica="" serif="" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; 2. He Hated Scrabble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Aside from his favourite past-time sailing ("the sport which demands the least energy"), Einstein shunned any recreational activity that required mental agility. As he told the New York Times, "When I get through with work I don't want anything that requires the working of the mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span helvetica="" serif="" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; 3. He Was A Rotten Speller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Although he lived for many years in the United States and was fully bilingual, Einstein claimed never to be able to write in English because of "the treacherous spelling". He never lost his distinctive German accent either, summed up by his catch-phrase "I vill a little t'ink".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span helvetica="" serif="" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; 4. He Loathed Science Fiction&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Lest it distort pure science and give people the false illusion of scientific understanding, he recommended complete abstinence from any type of science fiction. "I never think of the future. It comes soon enough." He also thought people who claimed to have seen flying saucers should keep it to themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span helvetica="" serif="" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; 5. He Smoked Like A Chimney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; A life member of the Montreal Pipe Smokers Club, Einstein was quoted as saying: "Pipe smoking contributes to a somewhat calm and objective judgment of human affairs." He once fell into the water during a boating expedition but managed heroically to hold on to his pipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span helvetica="" serif="" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; 6. He Wasn't Much Of A Musician&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Einstein would relax in his kitchen with his trusty violin, stubbornly trying to improvise something of a tune. When that didn't work, he'd have a crack at Mozart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span helvetica="" serif="" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; 7. Alcohol Was Not His Preferred Drug&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; At a press conference upon his arrival to New York in 1930, he said jokingly of Prohibition: "I don't drink, so it's all the same to me." In fact, Einstein had been an outspoken critic of "passing laws which cannot be enforced".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span helvetica="" serif="" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; 8. He Equated Monogamy With Monotony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; "All marriages are dangerous," he once told an interviewer. "Marriage is the unsuccessful attempt to make something lasting out of an incident." He was notoriously unfaithful as a husband, prone to falling in love with somebody else directly after the exchanging of vows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span helvetica="" serif="" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; 9. His Memory Was Shot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Believing that birthdays were for children, his attitude is summed up in a letter he wrote to his girlfriend Mileva Maric: "My dear little sweetheart ... first, my belated cordial congratulations on your birthday yesterday, which I forgot once again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span helvetica="" serif="" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt; 10. His Cat Suffered Depression&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Fond of animals, Einstein kept a housecat which tended to get depressed whenever it rained. Ernst Straus recalls him saying to the melancholy cat: "I know what's wrong, dear fellow, but I don't know how to turn it off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here is the &lt;a href="http://www.scienceagogo.com/news/19980907140525data_trunc_sys.shtml"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On a lighter note this is one among the many PJ's that me and Varun have created.Beware proceed at your own risk ! This is a really painful joke !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Question : What is the physical significance of a person's skull being the hardest ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Scroll down:&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;It contains the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lowest pressure vaccum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;muhaaaaaaaaaaaaa&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/muhaaaaaaaaaaaaa&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114242102958363628?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114242102958363628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114242102958363628&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114242102958363628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114242102958363628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/03/god-of-all-times.html' title='The God of all times'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-114237190284918567</id><published>2006-03-15T02:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-15T03:02:06.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Zenith</title><content type='html'>Name in English: Mr.X fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name in Tamizh: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr.X visiri kootam&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooper dhaane..??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114237190284918567?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114237190284918567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114237190284918567&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114237190284918567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114237190284918567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/03/zenith.html' title='Zenith'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-114233999537841382</id><published>2006-03-14T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:09:55.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>Whenever people speak about the latest SA-Aus match man..I feel really bad..I missed it ..was peacefully watching the match.The moment Gibbs gets out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh..f**k man..its all over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I came back to the room and started watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will remain to be the biggest regret of my life ! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched highlights but nothing can beat the live excitement....I shouldnt have done that..but yeah there is no point in crying over spilt milk..the moron I am should have realised that South Africa is no Azhar's India to crumble under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114233999537841382?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114233999537841382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114233999537841382&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114233999537841382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114233999537841382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/03/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-114219530650166898</id><published>2006-03-13T01:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-13T01:58:26.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Google rocks !</title><content type='html'>During my daily dose of &lt;a href="http://digg.com"&gt;Digg&lt;/a&gt; I found this &lt;a href="http://www.internetnews.com/xSP/article.php/3487041"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.This link gives the so called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside info&lt;/span&gt; on how &lt;a href="http://google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; search engines work.The way they organise things,their work culture which I got to see in a video(whose link I am not getting) was just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to Google !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114219530650166898?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114219530650166898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114219530650166898&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114219530650166898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114219530650166898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/03/google-rocks.html' title='Google rocks !'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-114204851747283595</id><published>2006-03-11T09:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:07:55.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Checkmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="q" id="q_109e57c0887a7c36_0"&gt;Looks like the lack of the poor two legged creature due to fever has affected the omnivores in the mess a lot.I found quite a few interesting posts and thought that these were exaggerated until today evening when I found it out for myself in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mediocre&lt;/span&gt; Mid Town restaurant.Anyways here are quite a few links before I tell you in detail what transpired in MidTown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;span class="q" id="q_109e57c0887a7c36_0"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://iyerarchi.blogspot.com/2006/02/bird-flu-thing.html" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;Iyer's post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://bourgeoisbuffoon.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-flu.html" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;  Suddu's post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;Today being the first day of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not so&lt;/span&gt; much needed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four day weekend&lt;/span&gt;,most part of the day was spent in browsing and searching for some useful stuff in the library.This happened to be my first visit to the library in this semester :D.Got some useful stuff needed.And for non-KGPians reading this post Friday evening happens to be mess off and we are forced (:D) to eat outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after struggling to eat in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always crowded mediocre&lt;/span&gt; MidTown restaurant the first time I had been there I decided to grub there with Bharath, a vetti senior of mine.Since it was crowded we didnt get a separate table ,had to share a table with three other chaps.A six seater table and five people..thought it should be comfortable eating.Ordered the same old boring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Punjabi&lt;/span&gt; stuff (burns my stomach a lot !!) and were generally farting on various topics ranging from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;appreciating&lt;/span&gt; a few beauties to improve our aesthetic sense to some Dep politics.Whenever we meet we will be at our vulgar best in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kannada&lt;/span&gt; using all kinds of expletives and swear words preferably targeted at parts in and around the belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three eternal omnivores sitting opposite to us ordered chicken and looking at their expressions I could clearly make out that these poor creatures hadnt eaten the two legged poor creature suffering from fever since a really long time.Any guesses ? Yeah..they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BONGS&lt;/span&gt;.These BONGS are die-hard non-vegetarians.One day no chicken is almost like strangling them to death.You can imagine their plight due to the lack of the pitiable two legged creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being die-hard Maneka Gandhi fans both of us (read as me and the other Bharath) started commenting in Kannada for timepass till our food arrived on the disgusting way they were eating.Really table sense matters a lot ! If not for you atleast for the person eating with you !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few lines from the conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tintirodhu nodu munDedu...anagarika munDedu..paapa eshTu koLi sattiratvo yeno..guarantee maga idu naaLe beLagge wing alli 5:45 ge ko-ko-ko-ko anta koogutte..mooti noDidre maTka annsutte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haudu maga..maTka ne irbeku ..av****an mooti noDu kaal noDid takshNa mooti oLLe kapi k***i taraha kempge aaythu...a*****kan tinnodu noDu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the benefit of non-Kannadiga readers here is the translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See the way that bastard eats.I pity those poor creatures.I wonder how many of them are on their plates ? I am sure that this creature will shout ko-ko-ko ko in his wing tomorrow morning at 5:45.Looks like a matka from his looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah man...must be a maTka..sis*****er see his face..his face is glowing with joy on seeing those poor legs.M******er see the way he eats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As said earlier we were at our vulgar best using expletives in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kannada&lt;/span&gt; with consummate ease.So,please dont mind the use of expletives.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No offence intended to anyone esp.the ones who love the poor two legged creature not as a pet but on their plate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were happily farting around suddenly one more voice in Kannada asked "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Neevu Karnatakadavra ? Naanu eLu varsha Mysore nalli odhde..nangoo Kannada swalpa swalpa barutte&lt;/span&gt;" which meant "Are you from Karnataka ? I studied for seven years in Mysore.I know Kannada a bit".As usual I responded saying "Oh ! nice..nice to meet one more guy who knows Kannada here !!".After a moment I realised that the person who was eating like a barbarian and who was subjected to our holy expletives was the person who knew Kannada.It was shocking and I didnt react to it !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes using your mother tongue in a far away land also causes problems ! Luckily that chap didnt react or else I am sure I wouldnt have been in a state to post this on my blog !!Had it been someone else I am sure we would have been thrashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a post midsem,self benefit resolution I have decided to cut down my Orkutting and YMing.Hope this resolution is realised !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all had great fun today.The MidTown incident rocked and had a hearty laugh over it for a longtime !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phew !! longest post !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114204851747283595?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114204851747283595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114204851747283595&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114204851747283595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114204851747283595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/03/checkmate.html' title='Checkmate'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15619390.post-114193729014066493</id><published>2006-03-10T02:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-10T02:18:10.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eef you come today</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIcA4aV86Sg&amp;amp;search=south%20indian%20english%20video"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; has become a rage with a &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Community.aspx?cmm=6781371"&gt;community&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com"&gt;Orkut&lt;/a&gt; being created to appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great right ? Annavru rocks !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114193729014066493?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114193729014066493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114193729014066493&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114193729014066493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114193729014066493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/03/eef-you-come-today.html' title='Eef you come today'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-114193537980170087</id><published>2006-03-10T01:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-10T01:46:19.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Arbit fundaes</title><content type='html'>This is the best of all.Nothing can beat this ! Couldnt control my laughter in the class !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you apply brakes in a bicycle heat is generated in the pedals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more..this truly rocks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hydrosphere is below the lithosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114193537980170087?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114193537980170087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114193537980170087&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114193537980170087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114193537980170087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/03/arbit-fundaes.html' title='Arbit fundaes'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-114180983055372631</id><published>2006-03-08T14:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:53:50.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Twice born Southie</title><content type='html'>Of late the mess which eternally serves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hagga &lt;/span&gt;is serving &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more hagga&lt;/span&gt;.If I can write the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabji&lt;/span&gt; served in the mess it goes this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mess Food(Fodder!?)=Alu+x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where x can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Gobhi(Ayyoo !!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt; Parwal(Dont know what this is..even after one year of staying in this place I cant figure out   this vegetable..hope it doesnt move in the plate one day..&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Jack&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chana (Best fodder !!)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Bhindi(tastes like drumstick...Mech guys studying about fibres and such stuff can use this as a specimen)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;And yeah how can I forget Alu ? The greatest dish of all is served on Monday afternoon..Alu + Alu..aaah *drooling*&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; And how can I ever forget the awesome rotis ? There is a rumour that the &lt;a href="http://iitkgp.ac.in/departments/home.php?deptcode=RT"&gt;Rubber Technology Centre&lt;/a&gt; here had studied the composition and the strength of Rotis and had published a research paper on this ! Huh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided after trying this out for a few days in the mess that I will have to get back to my Southie ways.Instead of trying out this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hagga&lt;/span&gt; and ending up cribbing I will stick to the time tested South Indian way of having lunch.So ippo ellam verum &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thayir Saadham&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Urugai.&lt;/span&gt;No problems at all..while the junta crib "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saala..ma*****od mess mein hagga hai @#$@#$ @#$@#$@&lt;/span&gt;" no probs there is always &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thayir Saadhan&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;urugai &lt;/span&gt;which comes with a bonus.Instead of eating rotis and the awful sabji and spending time in the bathroom I spend the time sleeping now .No classes in the afty implies that no useful productive work which means I sleep.Except for Fridays where I am forced to attend a shady lab the rest four afternoons are off !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three cheers to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thayirsaadham&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114180983055372631?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114180983055372631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114180983055372631&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114180983055372631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114180983055372631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/03/twice-born-southie.html' title='Twice born Southie'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15619390.post-114163656659815281</id><published>2006-03-06T14:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:46:06.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dont spoil them</title><content type='html'>The jobless bugger I am was chatting with &lt;a href="http://askforanything.blogspot.com"&gt;Bhaand&lt;/a&gt; who he sent me this &lt;a href="http://www.hindustantimes.com/news/181_1641291,000900020003.htm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.I was amazed to see the decision taken by MHRD.Dont know what these people are upto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are increasing the strength in IITs without improving the infrastructure and added to this they are starting new IITs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot has been said and written about this.So me adding more to this useless issue makes no sense.Can only hope God save IITs !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114163656659815281?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114163656659815281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114163656659815281&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114163656659815281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114163656659815281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-spoil-them.html' title='Dont spoil them'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-114159223777639055</id><published>2006-03-06T02:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-06T02:27:17.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Committed(?!)</title><content type='html'>Yeah you have read the title right ! Search this word on Orkut and you will find a hell lot of references to this.Need some examples ? Yeah..go ahead have a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Name:Some arbit Moron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relationship status:Committed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dont understand this.Someone who is settled in life has a job and on his own uttering this makes sense but a person who has just stepped into college ,not even on the threshold of his professional life flaunting this on a cheap thing like Orkut makes absolutely no sense to me.I feel these people are losers !!Come on guys and gals get a life for yourselves ! This isnt the aim in life.I really pity people who cant differentiate between crush,relationship and being committed to a relationship for a longtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being committed to someone is no joke.Getting committed to someone is something bigger than going to movies,walking hand in hand and blah blah blah..makes no sense to me...utter nonsense and flaunting such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;thing on Orkut to be the cynosure of all eyes and to show that he or she is ahead of his mates is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;something stupid&lt;/span&gt; on the absolute scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..me gotta sleep ! Or else I am screwed in the class tomorrow !! Any comments and arguments are welcome !&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114159223777639055?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114159223777639055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114159223777639055&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114159223777639055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114159223777639055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/03/committed.html' title='Committed(?!)'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15619390.post-114129119608887688</id><published>2006-03-02T10:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-02T14:49:56.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best days of my life !!</title><content type='html'>I sometimes feel the best in my academic life is over.I am slowly becoming a moron I feel.The joy I used to have when I used to top the class ..forget that...its all a thing of the past.I know now how it feels being a below average student.Not that I want to top my class and get a high GPA or something like that..somehow I feel I amnt getting what I deserve to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the joy I used to derive learning new things and the pleasure I used to derive by figuring out new things before coming to Kharagpur was far greater than what I am getting here.Not to seem prophetic these college days are the best in one's life but the main intention of landing here was Academics.Somehow I feel really disgusted whenever I think of this and getting to know that this is the thing that is suffering the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or on the other hand is it that I am setting very high standards for myself aware of the fact that it is next to impossible to achieve them.I somehow feel setting lower standards and getting them is fun rather than setting high standards and not getting anywhere close to them.But yeah the motivation to do things is by dreaming big things in life !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I been at home this chaos would have been solved in a jiffy.Staying with dad and mom helps !! I dont even feel like calling my mom and telling her.I am sure that she would get worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for these bad days to get over !! Getting into a nadir is really painful..huh !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114129119608887688?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114129119608887688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114129119608887688&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114129119608887688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114129119608887688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/03/best-days-of-my-life.html' title='Best days of my life !!'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-114078248573173644</id><published>2006-02-24T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:05:07.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Art or Science</title><content type='html'>AT THE OUTSET LET ME MAKE IT VERY CLEAR THAT THIS ISNT A CRIB POST IN ANYWAY.NO DISRESPECT INTENDED TO ANY PROFESSOR WHATSOEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..the title says it all.Post midsems especially after the exam for the course "Physics of the Solid Earth" the course whose name seems interesting I am in a fix.What am I doing..??Is it an MA in Earth Sciences or an M.Sc in Earth Sciences ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just see this question.How vague can it be ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enumerate the essential features of the solar system.What are the theories put forward to     explain its origin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;can I write for this "15 mark" question.I think that any robot fed with a book on astronomy can retrieve data from its memory and answer this question.This is very similar to a question in any art exam where in you are asked to write an essay and end up getting 10/15 or at maxx 13/15.However you describe it the Professor will always say there is something lacking in the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main aim of science is precision and dont you think that this should be reflected in the questions we are being asked ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write only 2 pages a friend of mine can write 10 pages to this.Solar system isnt small it is vast and I can write a huge essay on that.No,thats not the point of science.As Prof Yashpal rightly said "Science is not all about mugging answers to questions.It is asking questions",this is really true.I am sad that our respected Professors dont realise this.Just cram lots of photocopies and puke in the exam,this is all about it.There is no scope of application.I wonder sometimes that was there any necessity of taking admissions to this course through JEE ? You study a lot of Physics,Math and Chemistry and come here and mug a lot of things without Mathematical background.I dont say that Geology is crap.If I say that I will be the biggest featherbrain around and I dont want to be one.Why dont we take a leaf from the books of Western Universities ?They teach things sometimes tougher than ours very creatively !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah before I finish off this post let me make it very clear this isnt a crib post in anyway.I was just going through some courses on Seismics (here is the&lt;a href="http://www-geo.phys.ualberta.ca/%7Esacchi/courses.html"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt;) and I found that they teach things really well so as to kindle interest among students.I dont blame teachers and I agree that a part of the blame is to be taken by a careless student like me,but but I think there are better ways of teaching the same subject.And most importantly it doesnt make any difference whether you attend classes or not but just for the sake of attendance it is wise attending them.I have seen quite a few of my friends cracking the exams without studying just by attending classes sincerely.I wonder if at all it is possible in Geology.Really man the amount of mugging you need to know things is enormous.I dont think there is any need of putting your grey cells on.No application needed.The amount you cram is directly proportional to the way you perform in the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question that is still lingering in my mind :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS GEOLOGY AN ART OR A SCIENCE ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do write back.Your views will be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114078248573173644?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114078248573173644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15619390.post-114059913198630104</id><published>2006-02-22T14:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-22T14:35:31.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deleted</title><content type='html'>I have decided not to risk my life.So I had to delete the post "How do I walk ?".If you are interested in getting it please mail me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-114059913198630104?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/114059913198630104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=114059913198630104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114059913198630104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/114059913198630104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/02/deleted.html' title='Deleted'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-113986031758920460</id><published>2006-02-14T01:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:21:57.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nice game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.t45ol.com/play_us/1832/lust-for-bust.html"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE: A nasty one !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-113986031758920460?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/113986031758920460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=113986031758920460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/113986031758920460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/113986031758920460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/02/nice-game.html' title='Nice game'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-113985926226325857</id><published>2006-02-14T00:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-14T01:04:22.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's day</title><content type='html'>Everyone asks me "What plans for Valentine's day ??".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people I am a geologist in the making.What/whom can I date ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not possible to date a female ..er non male whatever in KGP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided to date a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCK&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-15619390.post-113748276327433980</id><published>2006-01-17T12:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-17T14:32:05.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Latest Observations</title><content type='html'>In accordance to what I have scribbled in the description of the blog here are some interesting observations which I have made since December 2005 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Most importantly size does matter.Oops..no..only size matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Ping ping pik ping ping sighted..wow headlines made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Take the bearing in doggy style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.If you wanna scold someone request them to go to hell.In other words "Please go to hell".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Rocks suck !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Sarkar and Saha is the answer to everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.World around us is full of Dolorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If you wanna ********** please ask a GULT from UDDUland for proper fundaes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Ask mosquitoes they do say that LG televisions rock (Oh..no..not the geology rock) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.After all why should anyone worry about an orphan rock lying somewhere in a remote place in India..??(Person with large moustache can you answer this..??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Fooling around isnt everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Screwing things badly i.e.makhauing is the birthright of a person from Benares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Birds of same feather flock together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Dont get up at 4:30.You will not get extra breakfast.(Are you listening ??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.New economic policy of GG dep.Contact me privately.Not to be written in a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are lots more.These are cryptic.If decipherable fine or else please mind your own business.Dont waste time reading my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-113748276327433980?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/113748276327433980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=113748276327433980&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/113748276327433980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/113748276327433980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2006/01/latest-observations.html' title='Latest Observations'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-113027136894279897</id><published>2005-10-26T00:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-26T01:46:09.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Outsourcing Illumination</title><content type='html'>The title of the post itself is hilarious but yes put your thinking caps on for sometime and read the following with a rational bent of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of late working for ILLU is not interested in working for it.Even the Soc and Cul secretary of the hall was heard pleading to his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear second years&lt;/span&gt; that please work for this crap.No one is interested in working for this.Why dont we better outsource the job when outsourcing has become the mantra of life..?? The motive with which ILLU was started in the prestigious Azad hall of residence is no more seen in the way things are being done in the hall.Its better that we outsource the job to some people outside the IIT campus and save on pain that is taken buliding chatayis and baandhing diyas .When the snacks and the lunch served for usis outsourced even though the costs rise why not this if we are all that desperate to celebrate Diwali through this &lt;a href="http://alok-kothari.blogspot.com/2005/10/illu-conversationseditedhere-is-what.html"&gt;caveman&lt;/a&gt; activity? Lots of people are unemployed outside the IIT campus. This I hope would be a better way to celebrate Diwali as people outside the campus remember the IITians for their benevolent deeds.I believe that going this way would also bring down the costs a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please write back.Your views will be appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-113027136894279897?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/113027136894279897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=113027136894279897&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/113027136894279897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/113027136894279897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2005/10/outsourcing-illumination.html' title='Outsourcing Illumination'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-112835147399309360</id><published>2005-10-03T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:21:08.860+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sunday sleep...</title><content type='html'>As usual after vettiing on the computer for six to seven long hours on Saturday night chatting with &lt;a href="http://modestgenius.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kesavan&lt;/a&gt; about diverse topics ranging from arbit quizzing to girls ( The usual topic discussed when two vetti IITians meet) I went to sleep at 3:30 in the night...er...whatever early morning.I could have waited for four more hours and could have had my breakfast and slept.Aware of the fact that I had a class at 8:00 in the morning I slept at 3:30 with the hope of getting up in time for the class.I was determined not to miss the class given my record of getting up late for the 10:30 class.I thought "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing is Impossible&lt;/span&gt;" and slept at 3:30 a.m with a hope of getting up at 8:00 in the morning.Just to ensure that I sleep in the class I had even asked Amit Padhi to wake me up before 8:00 to help me sleep in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1: Time: 8:15 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhud...dhud..dhud...on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padhi: Abe Bharath uth...kya be abhi tak soya hua hai...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:(from the bed) Kaun be...kya be...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padhi: Khol saale darwaaza khol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my surprise I see the regular sincere student Padhi who hasnt even bunked a single class outside the door with a tooth brush in his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Kya be class nahin gaya kya tu..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padhi: Nahi yaar...der se utha..class bunk maar diya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its extremely normal that when I find a classmate having bunked the class I feel elated.I dont know the reason why...!!After deciding that there is no point in turning up 15 mins to the class,both of us decide to bunk the class.Padhi perhaps for the first time decided to bunk the great &lt;a href="http://iitkgp.ac.in/fac-profiles/showprofile.php?empcode=ZZmVS&amp;depts_name=MG"&gt;Prof A.B&lt;/a&gt;'s class (The Professor whom I admire the most...!!).I as usual go back to my bed since it was unearthly hour for me to get out of the bed,the thing I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of the fact that there is a meeting in the Department at 9:30 a.m I go to bed happily with the intention of getting up at 12:00 in the noon in time for my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2:Time:9:55 a.m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhud...dhud..dhud...on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padhi: Abe Bharath uth...jaldi..Prof bula raha hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(in my usual style): Kya be phir se kya yaar tera..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly I open the door and get to know that there is a meeting at 9:30 and I am turning up only 30 mins late.Maintaining my calmness I tell Padhi to wait in my room till I get back from the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started wondering why these Profs are very particular about time.Whenever they are invited for any meeting they invariably turn up late according to the definition of IST (Ilastically Stretchable Time) but whenever we do the same they are furious. Arent we human beings..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3: Time: 10:15 a.m&lt;br /&gt;Venue:Prof's room(Name not revealed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Who is that standing at the back...??Come in..&lt;br /&gt;I go in and stand with my head lowered (No shame and crap like that,just to make sure that even when he is scolding I can sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Tell me.. Why are you late..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No answer ...I curse him in my mind for disturbing my sleep...I sincerely prayed to God to make me somnambulist but unfortunately He didnt make me one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: My dear student,tell me why are you late..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Can you understand what I say..Why are you late..??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No answer once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately gets pissed off..Starts yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof: Why are you late..?? My dear student,are you aware of the consequences ..?? (Who cares..!!)..I can keep you out of the field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a minute I felt a volcano of joy erupting inside me for having heard the fact that he is keeping me out of the field trip.I was happy that I can go home and enjoy Amma's semiyal.After all who needs acads?? Primary importance is to food..Acads come next..!!Fortunately some other guy turns up late at 10:20 am and I was spared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But the joy I realised was a momentary one when I heard that he will be allowing us to come to the field trip if and only if we submit him a letter of apology explaining him the reasons why 22 among the 29 people turned up late.Since that idiotic field trip is of three credits I was forced to give the letter of apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to cook up some reason to convince the Prof and I was let off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that is still lingering in my mind : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ISNT SLEEP A REASON GOOD ENOUGH TO BE GIVEN ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-112835147399309360?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/112835147399309360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=112835147399309360&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/112835147399309360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/112835147399309360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-sleep.html' title='Sunday sleep...'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-112811319562972906</id><published>2005-10-01T02:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:07:09.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Illumination -- KGP's tradition(??)</title><content type='html'>This post is with reference to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;age old &lt;/span&gt;tradition that is being followed in KGP called Illumination shortened as Illu.Non KGPians viewing my blog please contact me for further details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of procrastination here goes the post on a topic which I am concerned about in IIT Kharagpur the one and only "Illumination".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inter-hall illumination contest is held every year on Diwali, the festival of lights. Generally, all the hostels participate in the event.The idea is to decorate the hall with oil lamps by placing them on wire grids and hanging them from supports so as to create intricate patterns of lights dancing in mid-air.Enough money and time is spent down the drain for a momentary happiness.This might have been celebrated on a smaller scale in the past but as of now some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50000 bucks &lt;/span&gt;are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for this fun.Infact this idiotic thing constitutes a major part of any Hall's budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing which pisses me off is the fact that the people who work for the Illumination generally consists of the second year guys.The seniors ( If they deserve this !!) i.e the third,fourth and the fifth year guys just laze around and waste time.I saw a live example in my hall when the third year guys were casually enjoying in their rooms when the second years were made to slog their ass out (Forget me !! I never work. I AM A KIND OF REBEL !!). I pity my poor batchmates for having to obey some idiot called General Secretary (Social and Cultural) and work for showing the "HALL TEMPO" in the form of working for some crap called "Illumination".Most of my batchmates dont like Illumination and working for such a crappy thing but when it comes to opposing it in Hall Budget and stalling the proposal they dont do it.I really hate such people who just do things for others and dont do for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I certainly feel that there is only one life and live it in the way just as you want it to be and not for others..!!"&lt;br /&gt;I would have really loved to oppose this in the budget of the hall but unfortunately I dont get any support from anyone in the hall.The pseudo ILLU lovers put up a false image of themselves and show off as they like it but in reality they really dont.If you want to crib my dear friends I am sorry,its too late to do it.&lt;br /&gt;The common reason given by people who are in favour of Illumination is that it is an age old tradition and it is a way of buliding up team spirit.Though conservative in my opinions I am a rational when it comes to these issues like this.If people are all that desperate to spend 50000 bucks in a single hall spend it in the right way..?? Let us pool all the money and get some constructive work done ! Why waste money on Illumination..??Traditions I believe were made in the past with some logic behind it.If that logic is not applicable as of now why follow it just because someone in the past has followed it..?? Scrap it off...!!&lt;br /&gt;As far as "TEAM SPIRIT" is concerned it is certainly not a way of buliding it up.When the third,fourth and fifth years enjoy after the mid sems in their rooms or in the play ground why should the second year guys be made to work for no fault of their own....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS:Please comment .Your comments are invited.I agree that my writing style in this post has been very bad.Suggestions are welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-112811319562972906?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/112811319562972906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=112811319562972906&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/112811319562972906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/112811319562972906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2005/10/illumination-kgps-tradition.html' title='Illumination -- KGP&apos;s tradition(??)'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15619390.post-112734530360878522</id><published>2005-09-22T04:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-22T04:58:23.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Does Origin change..??</title><content type='html'>This post is with regard to a shocking mail I received from one of my cousins who just worked his way to a PhD degree.&lt;br /&gt;A Physics enthusiast I was more used to change of frame of references and changing origins to derive equations and write equations. I was amazed to see that people also change origins.This is the first time a person whom I know pretty well preferred to identify himself with a country t home to him just for five or six years rather than his country whom I feel he should owe his PhD degree to.&lt;br /&gt;I just sent him an e-mail congratulating him.Since he was born and brought up in our own Laloo's land I tried to write a mail to him in the Bihari style of Queen's Language.And to my surprise I saw a furious reply in my inbox telling me not to call him a Bihari (His reply:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am no more a Bihari any more&lt;/span&gt;) .The state with which he identified himself proudly when he was an undergraduate is not his state anymore.He is an American now..!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The thing which I love to do the most is to find analogues to Laws of Physics in day to day life.Preferably human emotions and human behaviour is the thing I love to relate laws of nature to.In this case I am wondering whether the origin has changed ??&lt;br /&gt;  I personally feel that a person should be proud of his roots.Its like climbing a ladder and kicking the ladder just because you dont need it anymore.Yes..you might not need it but why not show your gratitude just because it has helped you...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: PLEASE COMMENT. YOUR CONSTRUCTIVE COMMENTS WILL BE HIGHLY APPRECIATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-112734530360878522?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/112734530360878522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=112734530360878522&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/112734530360878522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/112734530360878522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2005/09/does-origin-change.html' title='Does Origin change..??'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-112707073828099391</id><published>2005-09-19T00:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:43:56.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Aah..the word itself is so interesting.....Just the thought of it makes me crack a proper impoverished joke..:D...I love to laugh with people...If they are good enough to love my Poor Jokes I love to laugh at them provided they too laugh with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;   Humour and philosophy according to me have the same origin.As always I shamelessly quote a realistic thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; "  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Whenever we see the events which happen in life from a different angle it gives rise to humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;  If we see life itself from a different angle it gives rise to philosophy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; And I feel humour is definitely better than philosophy.It makes people laugh even people around you.I have made it my aim to make people happy around me by cracking jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; And yes this is one of my passions..Crack Kadis,PJ's and make people laugh.I find the only platform on which Kadi survives is the Vetti platform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;MORAL: Become a Vetti,enjoy life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15619390-112707073828099391?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/112707073828099391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=112707073828099391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/112707073828099391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/112707073828099391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2005/09/humour.html' title='Humour'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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-15619390.post-112456546637481815</id><published>2005-08-21T00:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-21T00:47:46.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Research..??-My First Blog</title><content type='html'>I was planning to become a blogger since along time...And I think I reached a level of frustness that I had to do blogging to remain sane or else I would have gone nuts.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And here's my introduction...I am Sribharath doing my Integrated Masters in Applied Geology in IIT Kharagpur and I hope to do research in a short time probably two or three years. So please dont mind if you find stuff found somewhere  else on my blog. I believe in a simple saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stealing from one is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLAGIARISM&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stealing from many is called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESEARCH &lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So what  you  can expect  is  left to your imagination.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; Bits of pieces found here and there put together with a tinge of creativity enough so that people will not be able to distinguish that this piece of work was found somewhere....( Remember the references at the end of a research paper...).You might be wondering what this means...?      This simply means that the author has stolen bits and pieces from these papers. So dont be surprised if you find my name either in the reference of some paper or if you find me having published a paper.&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/15619390-112456546637481815?l=sribharathmk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/feeds/112456546637481815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15619390&amp;postID=112456546637481815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/112456546637481815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15619390/posts/default/112456546637481815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sribharathmk.blogspot.com/2005/08/research-my-first-blog.html' title='Research..??-My First Blog'/><author><name>Alwaysvetti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10725402611607558144</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></feed>
