<?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-4853391374237422522</id><updated>2011-10-14T21:34:18.478+05:30</updated><category term='lectures'/><category term='yoville'/><category term='again'/><category term='TV'/><category term='social networking'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='poem'/><category term='English'/><category term='dial up'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Lead India'/><category term='blog length'/><category term='language'/><category term='greetings'/><category term='TOI'/><category term='Protest'/><category term='Tweaks'/><category term='letter'/><title type='text'>All that you never wanted to know</title><subtitle type='html'>and more</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853391374237422522.post-5648821729156476453</id><published>2010-01-06T06:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-06T08:37:31.882+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dial up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoville'/><title type='text'>All that surrounds you</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you actually touched a photograph? Or wrote a personal/casual email, let alone a letter? Or even tried calling up your long lost friend? Hell, you don't need to as you got technology on your side! Or rather "social technology". In this age of instant (and more importantly, convenient) gratification, you don't need to figure out who's who in a picture as everyone is already tagged (I somehow have an urge to tag all the pictures that have people I know). Writing a "wall post" is much simpler than writing an email. And why bother calling when you can see your friend's smiling picture on his page along with a status message that suggests he has had "the best day" of his life (even though this might be the nth such day)? The point is, our methods of communicating have changed and so have our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no hater of technology. On the contrary, I devour with utter delight any new advancements in it. As a kid, the sound of the dial-up modem thrilled me (more so as I was using someone else's connection). Back then, msn/yahoo chat rooms were all the rage and emoticons were used generously. A document would be the only thing one could possibly download given that the phone doesn't ring. I used to frequently e-mail my aunt in the USA and eagerly waited for the reply, marvelling at this wonderful means of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know what happened with the advent of web 2.0, let me not bore you by being nostalgic any more. But the implications of a more powerful web were felt by one and all. All the things that deemed luxurious suddenly became essential in everyday life. Socialising, which was unimaginable without people being physically present, became the most revenue generating venture online. After all, visiting a persons virtual profile is as good as visiting his house. That's the reason why all of it comes so naturally and why it is the primary means of contact for many people. The ability to do tons of things which can only be done virtually makes it even more enticing for people to use the web for socialising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I think in future, we will see newer and more innovative methods of socialising. Like it or not, physical contact will reduce and we may even celebrate festivals online by organising "events". People will opt for virtual children as they are low maintenance and you can choose their characteristics. Online karma points will be more valuable than what we do offline. Though all this seems absurd at the moment, it can very well be the definition of web 3.0. Let's brace ourselves for an even more involving Internet experience which is sure to change the face of socialising as we now know it. But the question is, "Are you upto it?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853391374237422522-5648821729156476453?l=youneverwanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5648821729156476453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853391374237422522&amp;postID=5648821729156476453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/5648821729156476453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/5648821729156476453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-that-surrounds-you.html' title='All that surrounds you'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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-4853391374237422522.post-5628820284360701052</id><published>2009-04-19T05:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T05:18:41.061+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's alive! Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} a:link, span.MsoHyperlink 	{color:blue; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed 	{color:purple; 	text-decoration:underline; 	text-underline:single;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Long time no see, eh? Nope. Been ages since I’ve been here. Why? ‘Coz I am all grown up now. Lame? Yeah, that’s exactly how growing up has been for me. Lots of stuff happened since I last posted here (concentrate on the letter ‘I’ in particular). Infact, the last post (‘Taare Screen Par’) was made at a critical time. Listing some of the more important events (in no order whatsoever):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1. Graduated from college&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2. Started working&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3. Parted from almost everyone I knew&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4. Found ‘people’ to really care for&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I think about all this, an overpowering, unexplainable feeling sweeps through my guts. It’s like getting punished for moving on. And it stays on for quite a while. What’s worse is that it gives rise to other undesirable thoughts. Problem is, of late, its happening much too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The solution I’ve figured out is to keep myself busy which is working till now. As it is, I am working even on the weekends (and that’s where I am typing this from. Night shift does have its advantages). When not here, I am at home, sleeping most of the time. So you see no more ‘thoughts’. I’ve overcome my monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, enough of these sordid talks. I now also own a powerful weapon to fight my gloom. A TV! Which reminds me that the IPL started today. Was a bummer. Why would anyone in SA care about the Mumbai Indians or the Chennai Super Kings? It pained me to see cricketing greats playing in front of such meager audience. Looked like a pimped up version of the Ranji trophy on international grounds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also discovered a few things on the net:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mibbit (&lt;a href="http://www.mibbit.com/"&gt;www.mibbit.com&lt;/a&gt;) – an online IRC client to beat office boredom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Omegle (&lt;a href="http://www.omegle.com/"&gt;www.omegle.com&lt;/a&gt;) – a rather weird service which enables you to talk to strangers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Twitter! (&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/hardikorama"&gt;twitter.com/hardikorama&lt;/a&gt;) – my favorite of the lot. Micro blogging. Come be a follower.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;More updates on my twitter…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853391374237422522-5628820284360701052?l=youneverwanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5628820284360701052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853391374237422522&amp;postID=5628820284360701052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/5628820284360701052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/5628820284360701052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-alive-again.html' title='It&apos;s alive! Again!'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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-4853391374237422522.post-6140710024643815207</id><published>2007-12-22T20:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:34:24.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taare "screen" Par</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/R20nTud4xqI/AAAAAAAAADc/B210C8uaMCw/s1600-h/14556140_taare_zameen_par_330x234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/R20nTud4xqI/AAAAAAAAADc/B210C8uaMCw/s320/14556140_taare_zameen_par_330x234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146813168998729378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Seldom, you watch a movie that not only makes you think but act too. The one I saw yesterday made me think so hard that I almost burst out crying. And as for the act part, it made me write a film-review which happens to be a first of its kind for this blog. Although it might seem very biased at times and does not delve much into the movie’s story, I’d still like to call it that. For a better one, you can see any of the popular sites or refer to any of the morning papers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;As many of you might know, the movie, “Taare Zameen Par”, is about dyslexia. In other words, it’s about a child who is very weak at studies and has trouble going about everyday tasks. Now the matter might seem very simple and the end, predictable. But not all movies are about complex storylines and unexpected climaxes. Some of them rely on intense acting and a pensive end. This one belongs to the latter category. Add to that, it potently delivers the message which also happens to be its tag-line; every child is special.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Talking about the performances, I’d just say that everyone was top-notch. The best thing was that the movie didn’t at all seem one-dimensional. The relationships, the environment and the dialogues were very realistic and somehow, I got nostalgic about my school-days. At one point, I felt like calling up my mom and telling her how much I miss being away from home. Unlike other movies which have an ‘in-your-face’ approach to sending across the message, TZP does that quite implicitly. All in all, I felt like applauding it at the end. Well that didn’t happen as I was busy clearing my face of the tear-drops.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;My verdict: This happens to be Aamir Khan’s best movie ever. The cherry on the cake being that he directed it too. But this is definitely not a crowd-puller and those looking only for entertainment should stay put. This movie belongs to that genre which brings forth the true purpose of visiting the cinema. To get engrossed, enthralled and finally, enlightened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;P.S. Abhishek Bachchan features in a weird way in the movie. Watch it to find out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853391374237422522-6140710024643815207?l=youneverwanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/6140710024643815207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853391374237422522&amp;postID=6140710024643815207' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/6140710024643815207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/6140710024643815207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/2007/12/taare-screen-par.html' title='Taare &quot;screen&quot; Par'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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://bp1.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/R20nTud4xqI/AAAAAAAAADc/B210C8uaMCw/s72-c/14556140_taare_zameen_par_330x234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853391374237422522.post-212330851989525651</id><published>2007-11-26T01:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:43:43.179+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lectures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>I, Poet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Those who have been to college know how boring some lectures can be. You just need a ways to amuse yourself. Some that I’ve tried are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Playing Sudoku, tic-tac-toe etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Reading a newspaper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Bugging your bench mate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Writing a poem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;The last one used to be my favorite in the third year of college. There was this particularly annoying lecture that was at 8 am daily. No matter how hard I try, I couldn’t get a word of what the lecturer was trying to explain. On second thought, I guess he wasn’t even trying. My first poem was born during such troubled times. No wonder it turned out to be premature. Let me give you a glimpse of what it looked like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;                                                                                            &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Untitled&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;untitled&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/untitled&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;untitled&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/untitled&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Why would one feel so lonely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When one ain't even a bit homely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Why should one feel so dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When one hasn't even yet felt lead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This is just to tell ya what's it like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;To be a Gangsta' on the streets full of vice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How would it feel to know that you've reached the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When you haven't even dreamt of reaching the helm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But then that's not all what our life brews,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You think you've got all the right things when you book a cruise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Still you feel so hollow inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;`Coz you know your kids will never lead a normal life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And then when it all ends in a hurry,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t even get the time to worry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was this the death that you always dreamed of?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one by your side when you are really in need of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Now you know it was all a mistake,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that your son should never partake.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was never meant to be so,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he goes about wielding a gun with a lot of gusto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As you can see, it’s about a gangster who screws up big time. I agree it was a sorry attempt. All I cared was that every line should rhyme with the next one. In the process, the story telling took a beating. After all, it was all done in about 20 minutes. By the way, I am looking for a title for this piece of crap. Any ideas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853391374237422522-212330851989525651?l=youneverwanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/212330851989525651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853391374237422522&amp;postID=212330851989525651' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/212330851989525651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/212330851989525651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-poet.html' title='I, Poet.'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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-4853391374237422522.post-5075067594071767366</id><published>2007-11-18T20:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:26:01.935+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>The Myth-buster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The best part about any newspaper is its edit page. You can always find an interesting article in it as the editor makes it a point to include something for (almost) everyone. A day back, I came across a real eye-opener of an article in the edit page of the ‘Times of India’ (that’s the only thing I read now-a-days). And it was rightly titled ‘Myths about English’. The best thing about it was the inclusion of various anecdotes and facts and figures that really gave the true picture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though the article was wonderfully done, I would surely want to disagree with the author in some matters. For instance, the author said that learning English, though important, isn’t a must for Indians. It is a must for the development of the country. To support this, he provided the example of Japan stating that very few Japanese know English and yet, they are so developed and are continuing to progress at a steady rate. However, the author fails to see this in the Indian context.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We must understand that India and Japan are two very different nations. Japan, has immense skilled labour and it is known as the ‘Land of the rising sun’ partly because it has contributed in a big way in a whole lot of innovations. Whereas India, on the other hand, has much history and culture to its credit to worry about inventing something that doesn’t cross it shores (no offence to the Japanese, but their products just don’t fit the bill for being recognized worldwide). Also, not learning a world-language serves as a huge handicap as far as global trade and commerce is concerned. And as you know, much employment in India is dependent upon outsourcing. All in all, I think any other country, but India, can do without English. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nevertheless, the article was most unique and well-written. It even alleged that English proved to be a barrier between the different strata in the society. It also states that by learning English, we are unlearning Hindi amongst various other languages. Last but not the least; the author says that due to the craze of English, Hindi, our national language, has taken a beating as very few Indians, let alone foreigners are keen on learning it. I sincerely hope all that changes and in near future, even this blog is written in Hindi. Amen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;P.S. I can never imagine not giving a link to such a wonderful article. Click &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Myths_About_English/articleshow/2547029.cms"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you have already not done so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853391374237422522-5075067594071767366?l=youneverwanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/5075067594071767366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853391374237422522&amp;postID=5075067594071767366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/5075067594071767366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/5075067594071767366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/2007/11/myth-buster.html' title='The Myth-buster'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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-4853391374237422522.post-7652008014203595730</id><published>2007-08-20T15:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-20T15:37:25.177+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lead India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOI'/><title type='text'>Read to Lead?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/RslnjnYKHqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lv6fGdGaqsQ/s1600-h/getimage.dll.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/RslnjnYKHqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lv6fGdGaqsQ/s320/getimage.dll.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100721914537189026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;DO.Lead form the front. The next stage of India poised. If you read the “Times of India”, I am sure you must’ve come across these phrases almost a hundred times. This, I understand, is part of a campaign that the newspaper started on the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of August which marked the 60&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; anniversary of India. Since then, the paper is filled with snippets of patriotism and stories of how great leaders made a difference in the lives of their countrymen. And that is not all. Take a look at their Sunday supplement, Times Life, and you will see how India just got sexy at 60. How people are doing stuff they were shy of doing before. But the best part is the choice of the face of the campaign, Sharukh khan. Now how many of you know he’s a born leader who has changed many a lives? Perhaps, you should substitute ‘leader’ by ‘entertainer’ and ‘lives’ by ‘characters’.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now I really like this newspaper. In fact, the Times has some of the best journalists and columnists of the country and they regularly churn out quite innovative content. But there are some things I can’t fathom. What good are these campaigns? What are they trying to achieve through them? The subject is pretty abstract and I can see no particular motive in it. As far as having a leader goes, I think we have enough of them already. We just need them to act like one. It’s an eyesore to read in papers everyday that India is progressing. They make it seem like everything happened instantaneously. The only thing that makes sense is publishing the articles about the various leaders of the world. Other than that, the whole idea seems worthless, even childish. India today doesn’t need a leader. A newspaper which tells it the way it is would suffice. &lt;span style=""&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/4853391374237422522-7652008014203595730?l=youneverwanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/7652008014203595730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853391374237422522&amp;postID=7652008014203595730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/7652008014203595730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/7652008014203595730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/2007/08/read-to-lead.html' title='Read to Lead?'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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://bp3.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/RslnjnYKHqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lv6fGdGaqsQ/s72-c/getimage.dll.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853391374237422522.post-6397758786616589804</id><published>2007-06-27T20:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:52:38.977+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English'/><title type='text'>The English Patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/RoKApu5-bvI/AAAAAAAAACs/yGEUCN5ubS8/s1600-h/1551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/RoKApu5-bvI/AAAAAAAAACs/yGEUCN5ubS8/s320/1551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080764784081530610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How many times have you come across a piece of literature that made you think, “This does seem to be written in English. Then why the heck am I not able to understand a thing?”? Now when this happens, there can be only two things; either you cannot read English or the writer cannot write in English. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;It’s a widespread belief in India that using high sounding words or jargon or even obsolete ‘nigga’ slangs is the ‘in’ thing. And what’s worse is that even the so-called ‘language and speech’ trainers stress on this. Also included are putting up an accent, mugging up tough words, speaking quickly and my favorite, having weird expressions while talking. Some bright pupils go as far as using the ‘F’ word in multiple ways. It can be for joy, sorrow, happiness, exclamation, request, order and so on (there’s even a neat little sound clip which shows the uses with examples but it’s understood that it’s only for entertainment purpose.). Clearly, the Queen’s language has taken a backseat while people embrace the new, improved gibberish. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;While doing all that, we have forgotten the basic rules which are of prime importance in any language. Grammar, spelling and phrasing of a sentence are rarely given any importance. Proper salutations and greetings are unheard of and people, more often than not, rely on ‘Waddup?’. The sms lingo, which was invented to save the labor of typing on a cramped keyboard has entered mainstream and there have been cases where school children have been using it in exams.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;In my view, there’s an easy solution to all this. Reading stuff. Be it newspapers, magazines or even textbooks. Reading anything in which there’s minimal abuse of language will make you imitate its style and better your writing and speaking skills. You do not need to be a noble laureate in English but a correct knowledge of the language would suffice. Also, this will assure that you don’t go in an interview, hold up your hand and say ‘Waddup mate? Let’s make it quick and smooth’. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853391374237422522-6397758786616589804?l=youneverwanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/6397758786616589804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853391374237422522&amp;postID=6397758786616589804' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/6397758786616589804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/6397758786616589804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/2007/06/english-patient.html' title='The English Patient'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/RoKApu5-bvI/AAAAAAAAACs/yGEUCN5ubS8/s72-c/1551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853391374237422522.post-1325443133899222238</id><published>2007-06-25T20:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-27T21:07:15.019+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings'/><title type='text'>The six LETTER word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rn_a5D4NxqI/AAAAAAAAACk/n24UnHpqOKA/s1600-h/S876%7ELetter-Rack-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rn_a5D4NxqI/AAAAAAAAACk/n24UnHpqOKA/s320/S876%7ELetter-Rack-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080019578525697698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A lot of weird ‘stuff’ didn’t happen (and a lot more did) while the blog wasn’t been taken care of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But now, as it’s master is back and all that ‘stuff’ is left behind, its time to get down to some serious business. Nah! For that, you may refer to the newspapers. Here, all you can expect to find are stupid nothings which may not enlighten you or make you a better living being but I hope they at least compel you to ponder upon things which we rarely care for.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Awrite, that was a bit dramatic. Sorry for that. But what’s not dramatic is the fact that the modern man (and woman) has ceased to use the methods of communication that his forefathers (sorry but I’ve never heard of ‘foremothers’) so heavily relied on. The most important one being the humble letter. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Now you might say the electronic media has made the letter extinct but its still not the case. That piece of paper might have lost out on speed of delivery and security but its still the most personal means of communication you can ever have. Unlike email, you cannot post ‘forwards’ by letters. And its much better than e-mailing, SMSing or scrapping birthday greetings which is currently the norm. What’s more is that human touch of handwritten words which instantly lets the other person know how you feel. Compare it with the cold, machine-like feel of an e-mail and you have a clear winner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;On the other hand, e-mail has done a lot for the environment. Imagine the number of trees that would’ve needed to be felled if all the electronic communication was to be put on paper. And the space it saves is oh-so precious for so many office people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;So we have no clear winner. Both the mediums have their advantages. And besides, even I e-mail or scrap people birthday greetings many a times. And the number of letters that I’ve written so far is two. And both were leave applications.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853391374237422522-1325443133899222238?l=youneverwanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/1325443133899222238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853391374237422522&amp;postID=1325443133899222238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/1325443133899222238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/1325443133899222238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/2007/06/six-letter-word.html' title='The six LETTER word'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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://bp2.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rn_a5D4NxqI/AAAAAAAAACk/n24UnHpqOKA/s72-c/S876%7ELetter-Rack-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853391374237422522.post-2797887745435769857</id><published>2007-06-09T18:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-10T09:18:46.711+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tweaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog length'/><title type='text'>Long live the blog. But make it short.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rmqjpz4NxoI/AAAAAAAAACU/3qoWfcX9j2Q/s1600-h/long_redwalk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rmqjpz4NxoI/AAAAAAAAACU/3qoWfcX9j2Q/s200/long_redwalk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074047868882241154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Awrite. Second post of the day. Seems like I’ve got nothing better to do. Or that I want to increase the posts so that the blog doesn’t look so forlorn. Either way, it does get a little longer. And that, for most people is a put off. Specially, when the fonts are pretty small (that has been taken care of now) and the clock is set to New Zealand standard time (wonder why it didn’t get noticed). So while doing all this tweaking, I thought one more post today won’t hurt much.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;So where were we? Ah! The length. The single most sinister thing that prevents people from reading your posts. You might have got good enough page hits but hey, how many people have actually read all the entries?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let’s have role reversals. How many really long blog entries have you read? I am sure that won’t be a big number (unless you are tied up with some stupid site which reviews blogs. Seriously, do we need a blog review?).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Keeping it short is the in thing. Even the newspapers know that. Look at the articles 10 years ago and look at ‘em now. They, like the bikini, have only grown smaller. But the thing to note is that they are on paper which is much easier to read than text on a monitor. And they have a much pleasant font size and style than most blogs (including this one).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Well my point is do we need to write so much? Shorter yet articulate posts have a much higher probability of being read than full length professional articles. Hope mine is short enough to get the point through. And hope the fonts are just of the right size. And oh, I guess the bikini is getting smaller quicker than the articles in the morning papers (and the post picture really doesn't make any sense). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853391374237422522-2797887745435769857?l=youneverwanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2797887745435769857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853391374237422522&amp;postID=2797887745435769857' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/2797887745435769857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/2797887745435769857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-live-blog-but-make-it-short.html' title='Long live the blog. But make it short.'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rmqjpz4NxoI/AAAAAAAAACU/3qoWfcX9j2Q/s72-c/long_redwalk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853391374237422522.post-2215636096760511232</id><published>2007-06-09T12:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-10T09:16:38.681+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><title type='text'>Come, let's protest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rmt0Dj4NxpI/AAAAAAAAACc/jlp4esvptLU/s1600-h/girl.in.orange.shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rmt0Dj4NxpI/AAAAAAAAACc/jlp4esvptLU/s200/girl.in.orange.shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074277009682450066" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Can you find anything in this blog as so appalling as to protest against its inclusion? Anything that could hurt religious sentiments is anti-national or just plain ‘ol obscene? Most people would reply in negative. But a large majority, who stay at home watching the current ‘happenings’ on television would certainly spot out the ‘objectionable’ content. As far as I can guess, the common complains would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The generous use of the color orange is an insult to the national flag in which 1/3rd of the portion is of the same color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The picture included in the first post is anti-national as the guys blowing the trumpet with their bottoms seem to be of Indian origin on a closer inspection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The picture of the sky in the header is depressing as it has no clouds and thus symbolizes that summer will stretch a bit long, with no rains in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Utter disrespect has been shown to the Indian deities by giving the title of ‘the gods’ to a brit pop band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As insane as it might seem, I assure you that it’s nothing when compared to the farces they show on TV in the name of news. National and international news has taken a backseat and all attention has been focused on the new bestsellers, ‘How can they do this?’ or ‘This is so revolting’ or maybe ‘They deserve to die’. It seems that hyped, over-sexed and blown-out-of-proportion tit-bits are the order of the day as the common man (and woman) seem more than eager to devour all that is served to them. Are the principles of broadcasting buried under all this filth? Will there be a day when ‘breaking news’ will be replaced by ‘brainy news’? While I figure it out, try and find more flaws in the blog. I am sure you will come up with some ‘newsworthy’ material and probably feature on the evening special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853391374237422522-2215636096760511232?l=youneverwanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/2215636096760511232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853391374237422522&amp;postID=2215636096760511232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/2215636096760511232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/2215636096760511232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/2007/06/come-lets-protest_09.html' title='Come, let&apos;s protest!'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rmt0Dj4NxpI/AAAAAAAAACc/jlp4esvptLU/s72-c/girl.in.orange.shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4853391374237422522.post-763158852914537076</id><published>2007-06-08T15:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-08T15:57:40.979+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='again'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rmkuaz4NxkI/AAAAAAAAABw/jVrKHQ_JzVo/s1600-h/085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rmkuaz4NxkI/AAAAAAAAABw/jVrKHQ_JzVo/s200/085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073637493347042882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Initially, they weren’t ready to believe it. They thought it was a joke. Then when they realized it wasn’t, they cried their hearts out. Now, they have resorted to protest and even violence. Whew! That’s it. Enough is enough. No more blood shed. I have heard all your pleas. The blog is back and is here to stay.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I wish any of the above were true. Though only a handful of people (that is if you have really small hands) told me not to quit writing, it was more than what I expected. And all of them had the very &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;same argument, “Why do you care if you get very few hits? Write for yourself. There is no shorter route to nirvana.” Guess that is what that did the trick and motivated me to be a proper blogger again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;I might be making it seem like a part four of the ‘godfather’ but yeah, for me it’s no less. The blogosphere is the only place in the world where you can express yourself the way you want minus all the inhibitions. But unfortunately, as I am not writing the blog with an alias, I have to be careful with the content. Though I have a tendency to go all the way if a topic is really close to my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Now I don’t really do this quite often but I just have to thank the people due to whom this blog had a rebirth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Jenny, who wrote the very first comment on the old blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Ms. V., who has unique way with words and can easily get away by writing ‘pOOf!’ every other time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Nitin, who very tactfully made me visit his blog and learn to write from the heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;Yash aka Mafia &amp; Manish aka Lunja, who so desperately want the “Right said Fred” scraps. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am sure I missed a few. But no worries. Just temme and I’ll do it ASAP. That’s it for this time but do keep watching this space for “proper” blog entries. And I’ll be more careful not to make it too clichéd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4853391374237422522-763158852914537076?l=youneverwanted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/feeds/763158852914537076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4853391374237422522&amp;postID=763158852914537076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/763158852914537076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4853391374237422522/posts/default/763158852914537076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youneverwanted.blogspot.com/2007/06/again.html' title='Again?'/><author><name>Hardik aka 'The Lurker'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08860143484014810494</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://bp3.blogger.com/_VdOY-Ej6xfc/Rmkuaz4NxkI/AAAAAAAAABw/jVrKHQ_JzVo/s72-c/085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
