<?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-7747759131732944485</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:33:59.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuzzled</title><subtitle type='html'>Immensely Ignorant!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-8192636039505838594</id><published>2010-02-11T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:55:16.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marathi Mula( guys)</title><content type='html'>This is for my dear friend who wants me to write this in order to kill time. &lt;br /&gt;This is also for all the Moms who are on a mission to find eligible Marathi guy for their (poor) daughters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characteristics of a Marathi Mulaga … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Will talk any language in a Marathi accent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Literary translate every sentence. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Like that only!&lt;/span&gt; “ ( Asach) , “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I went into garden naa&lt;/span&gt;”  “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Actually no&lt;/span&gt;” ( Khara Tar ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Are utter BORING. Their acute brains love topics - Cricket or Bollywood history and …Oh no! list ends right there. These are extremely patriotic young people whose world ends where &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pune_Municipal_Corporation"&gt;PMC&lt;/a&gt;’s or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Municipal_Corporation_of_Greater_Mumbai"&gt;BMC&lt;/a&gt;’s border ends! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Has a life already written as a flowchart (with no decision boxes). School, College, Job, marriage, job, children, job until retirement age. &lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why to start a business when I can make money by working 8 hours? “Getting married is the wisest decision coz all others get married.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Will not drink (not even wine or beer) If asked Why - would always say it is a personal choice – &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“I just prefer not to eat non veg!”  “ No I don’t care about being a Brahmin”  , “ No, I am not scared of my parents”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fact: Not adventurous. Not bold enough to try any food which does not have coconut / peanuts / onions. Will definitely argue about why alcohol is bad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6) Will never date a non Marathi girl (forget about non Indians). Mostly coz parents will not approve otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;Fact: its other way around. No girl (including Marathi) would find these guys interesting or date worthy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Will marry a marathi girl (only after aai , baba, kaka kaku , mama mami  and aaji approves)  Will invite atleast 600 people for wedding and have Srikhand ani  aluchi bhaji as menu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Will never have live - in relationships. Will not buy an apt or house if their parents are living in same city.  Does not know how to impress or flirt. If you don’t know what “ baaLu” or “ ShemLat” means….spend time with a Marathi guy for 15 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Will wait for other person to pick up a check in restaurant. Will never trust a person unless that person has been a friend for at least 3 years!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  Will have millions reasons to NOT to do things. Will always argue about how their opinion is perfect.  There is no concept of “ experimenting” &lt;br /&gt;“&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I like adventures – I used to trek in Maharashtra. No - never tried here” &lt;br /&gt;“Backpacking in Europe….Baap re!! Would be so expensive naa…..” &lt;br /&gt; “Why basketball? Aapala Cricket is a very good exercise!” &lt;br /&gt;“Not a fan of Rock…never really got a chance to listen …U know its hard to keep up with hindi songs” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Disclaimer: Not Personal. Not subjected towards anyone particular. Most of this rant is true for any Marathi (not just guys) or even Indians in general. I am just tired of all the bashing I have been getting lately]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-8192636039505838594?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8192636039505838594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=8192636039505838594&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8192636039505838594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8192636039505838594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2010/02/marathi-mula-guys.html' title='Marathi Mula( guys)'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-8616489348238958290</id><published>2010-02-03T10:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:13:01.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life was, is and will be a Bad Joke.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-8616489348238958290?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8616489348238958290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=8616489348238958290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8616489348238958290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8616489348238958290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-was-is-and-will-be-bad-joke.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-9083279893653832166</id><published>2010-01-25T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T10:15:16.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After 21 years of education, couple of degrees n certifications, 4 years of work experience I have realized one thing: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All I want in life is nice spacious Kitchen with all the necessary gadgets n ingredients. All I want to do is Cook!! &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/7747759131732944485-9083279893653832166?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/9083279893653832166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=9083279893653832166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/9083279893653832166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/9083279893653832166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2010/01/after-21-years-of-education-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-5880731509972678600</id><published>2010-01-04T08:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:59:21.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been the most important decade than other 2 in my life.&lt;br /&gt;2009 was wonderful!!Looking forward to 2010...&lt;br /&gt;Resolution is to Complain more ...and be more lazy.... &lt;br /&gt;Should be easy to keep these!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-5880731509972678600?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5880731509972678600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=5880731509972678600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5880731509972678600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5880731509972678600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-was-wonderful-looking-forward-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-7638111137804717261</id><published>2009-10-21T12:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:17:37.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/St9AH0QrGQI/AAAAAAAADhU/k2F4fUWG3yY/s1600-h/RB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/St9AH0QrGQI/AAAAAAAADhU/k2F4fUWG3yY/s320/RB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395101381644982530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Underrated – &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to attend &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackmores_night"&gt;Blackmore’s Night&lt;/a&gt; concert. I went in with zero (or negative) expectations. But I am feeling blessed to watch Ritchie performing live. Great guitarist….I might not be an apt music critic but I can definitely tell that he rocks!! He is outstanding… &lt;br /&gt;He is rated 55th in &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/5937559/the_100_greatest_guitarists_of_all_time/"&gt;Greatest Guitarist&lt;/a&gt; of all time…..I disagree! All Rolling stones list are highly biased towards 70s (oldschool) and never gets updated with the new music. It is also based on ‘popular’ music….probably no one heard enough of Deep Purple or Blackmore’s night! &lt;br /&gt;Renaissance, Medieval, European Classical and heavy metal….He blends it just perfectly….Extra Ordinary! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Overrated &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther King – civil rights against racial discrimination&lt;br /&gt;Mother Theresa – spent life as a missionary of charity&lt;br /&gt;Aung San Suu Kyi – decades of struggle for democracy and human rights&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela – spent life against Racial Segregation&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad Yunus – for economic development of women &lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama – ummm, not sure….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For his extra ordinary efforts to strengthen diplomacy”.&lt;br /&gt; “For being inspiration and hope for World Peace. &lt;br /&gt;“For recognizing his efforts”  (Does he really needs this? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the president of most powerful nation……Is this not on his Job Duty list? Its been just 10 months that he took this position (compared to others who spent whole life for some notable cause) He has all the power and money that can bring the change. And really- has there been any major, noteworthy and lasting changes? &lt;br /&gt;Why not give all that money and honor to some organization that really needs it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other Nobel peace laureates had extreme /hostile conditions. &lt;br /&gt;Most of the laureates had been presidents/ prime ministers or some position in politics. But their work did not use this political advantage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is certain respect for Nobel Prize – which I kinda lost when I heard his nomination (and then the win)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-7638111137804717261?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7638111137804717261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=7638111137804717261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/7638111137804717261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/7638111137804717261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2009/10/underrated-i-happen-to-attend.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/St9AH0QrGQI/AAAAAAAADhU/k2F4fUWG3yY/s72-c/RB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-7819553695333677829</id><published>2009-09-12T18:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:40:59.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When life gives you lemons ....make a lemonade!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not think bout the orange juice you had before OR pray for Strawberry lemonade OR dream about Chardonnay!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good and Lemonade is great ....when you learn to enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-7819553695333677829?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7819553695333677829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=7819553695333677829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/7819553695333677829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/7819553695333677829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-8462098418716617639</id><published>2009-05-01T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:40:00.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sent my pictures to dozen friends….only one said “&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seems you are not eating well….take care” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one friend who would be waiting for your call on birthday ….and will understand n not get mad even if you call late…..&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day it is such a great feeling to have a true friend!  &lt;br /&gt;Miss you a lot, &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Main#Profile.aspx?origin=is&amp;uid=16641971253891834754"&gt;Gayatri&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-8462098418716617639?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8462098418716617639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=8462098418716617639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8462098418716617639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8462098418716617639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-sent-my-pictures-to-dozen-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-7966466605230669877</id><published>2009-04-18T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:15:40.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was on National TV!!</title><content type='html'>So I got (why me is not important) the suite n floor tickets of Cleveland Cavaliers Vs Boston Celtics game ( April 12) Game looks so different from 2nd row!! &lt;br /&gt;I was sitting next to Z and Varejao …took around 200 pictures of Z!&lt;br /&gt; I could hear players talking and cussing!&lt;br /&gt; I was on TV with LeBron!&lt;br /&gt; Varejao gave me his headband &lt;br /&gt; Took picture with Dan Gilbert. &lt;br /&gt; Unlimited food n drinks! &lt;br /&gt; Cavs dominated 76-107&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Amazing experience!! Check out the pictures…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/sukanti.mulay/CavsVsCeltics?authkey=Gv1sRgCP3F6_Hynb2ZFg&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/SeKOsu6R6pE/AAAAAAAADIs/H5FP393mqf8/s160-c/CavsVsCeltics.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/sukanti.mulay/CavsVsCeltics?authkey=Gv1sRgCP3F6_Hynb2ZFg&amp;feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;Cavs Vs Celtics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-7966466605230669877?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7966466605230669877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=7966466605230669877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/7966466605230669877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/7966466605230669877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-on-national-tv.html' title='I was on National TV!!'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/SeKOsu6R6pE/AAAAAAAADIs/H5FP393mqf8/s72-c/CavsVsCeltics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-5842440607695579620</id><published>2009-04-03T19:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:33:52.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was crazy about a sport ….about a sportsman&lt;br /&gt;I was crazy about a song ….a movie….an actor….&lt;br /&gt;I was crazy about a hobby….about job…..about school….for the dream&lt;br /&gt;I was crazy for that place ….about that day ….that moment ….that memory…..&lt;br /&gt;I was crazy about a guy….about a man….about a friend …..about friendship…about love…..&lt;br /&gt;Everything in the end proved how stupid I am and how insane is being crazy . Learning from the mistakes, I am making a wise promise to myself to stop being passionate and start being rational………&lt;br /&gt;……until that proves me stupid me again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-5842440607695579620?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5842440607695579620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=5842440607695579620&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5842440607695579620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5842440607695579620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-was-crazy-about-sport.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-1260813830333805587</id><published>2009-03-13T17:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:26:58.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>• Citi bank’s share below $ 1 &lt;br /&gt;• To join a H1 consultant you need to appear for an entrance exam.&lt;br /&gt;• Best Buy has special parking space for “Expectant Mothers”&lt;br /&gt;• Warren Buffet owns Geico &amp; Dairy Queen ….unrelated business strategy king! &lt;br /&gt;• Disney owns ESPN. Also E!&lt;br /&gt;• Mariah Carey’s new album name is E= MC2 with the featured song “Touch my body”. I would like to know what Albert thinks about this. Katie Perry was a gospel singer. Sure she understands a lot about Christian revelations! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Very lame attempt to write something not SAD or NERDY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-1260813830333805587?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/1260813830333805587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=1260813830333805587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/1260813830333805587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/1260813830333805587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2009/03/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-8873296029726682607</id><published>2009-02-18T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:24:25.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How to weigh emotions &amp; moments? Especially, when there is No output, No returns or gains. Where is the ROI?? For every minute I invested, for every feeling I had?? How to compensate all that time on balance sheet? Why there is no ‘cash flow’ for feelings? Why the ‘present value’ of all past feelings assets is Null?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-8873296029726682607?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8873296029726682607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=8873296029726682607&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8873296029726682607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8873296029726682607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-to-weigh-emotions-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-2908388923082216783</id><published>2009-01-12T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:08:33.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If only God Inc. had smart engineers……</title><content type='html'>I recently had many issues with my laptop. ( and so with my brain !!) Well…was so easy troubleshooting and fixing hard drive! &lt;br /&gt;• Desperately need a search function within my brain cells. Would be nice  if I can search within my brain cells using keywords like {May, birthdays}  or { article , capitalism , facts I read } &lt;br /&gt;• Need a reminder / stimuli embedded in brain that would send some response on a date I owe payments or time when I cross calorie count for the day etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;• F5 – for refreshing my thoughts and mind every time I yawn!! &lt;br /&gt;• Esc – when I want to stop thinking bout crap and want to concentrate on better topic.&lt;br /&gt;• CTRL + ALT +DEL would be nice. Restarting the processes – whenever I want to!  &lt;br /&gt;• For all the Devil thoughts, unimportant headaches – search and destroy or neuron McAFee.&lt;br /&gt;• Any RAM upgrade possible??&lt;br /&gt;• Shift + Delete – to get rid of all those moments and people in past I am trying to forget – selective memory erasure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-2908388923082216783?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2908388923082216783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=2908388923082216783&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2908388923082216783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2908388923082216783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-only-god-inc-had-smart-engineers.html' title='If only God Inc. had smart engineers……'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-3702262425627791182</id><published>2008-12-18T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T16:18:38.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You better get used to it!!</title><content type='html'>What exactly needs to be done when someone gives you this advice? According to phrasectionary it means “That’s how things are…accept it!”And “Get over it” which means “accept it and move on to more productive pursuits”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So does it mean – be insensitive? Be thick skinned, keep your eyes closed and ignore so that it won’t bother you?  If you are trying too hard about getting over or getting used to – does it mean you “accept” it? If you are killing your every wish, dream and thought – does it mean you “accept” it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why there is no better advice? I DON’T want to get used to it – I want the alternate solution&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-3702262425627791182?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3702262425627791182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=3702262425627791182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/3702262425627791182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/3702262425627791182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-better-get-used-to-it.html' title='You better get used to it!!'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-8494148360272273714</id><published>2008-12-15T15:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T19:27:34.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I am extremely bored.....This is the list someone "tagged" me with almost a year ago....Guess I am finding time for it now!!&lt;br /&gt;( and yes - you all are tagged - if you have absolutely nothing better to do with your time....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;Huh? What a start….NO. But that would be adventurous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 . Thought your cousin was hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. But I am pretty sure; all my cousins think I am Hot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duh! YES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Gone over the speed limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. Everyday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Painted your room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope. I would like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Danced in front of your mirror?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost every day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Gotten in a car with people you just met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umm…. Yeah.&lt;/em&gt; Is that a big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Snuck out of your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. Snuck in – Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. Hurts. Badly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been dumped?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That hurts more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Left your house without telling your parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thousands of times. Whats wrong in that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Had a crush on your neighbor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah. When I was a teenager.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Slept in a bed with a member of the same or opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah….both.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh…what does “slept in…” means?? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;14. Seen someone die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Kissed a picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha!! Infinite times!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Slept in until 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AM or PM? Yes…both&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Love someone or miss someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah. Watching stars is what I enjoy more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Played dress up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh yes! I used to love it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Cheated while playing a game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. Well, at least I don’t deny it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Been lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. Every evening. Hate it completely.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Fallen asleep at work/school?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Come on….who in the world would say no??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Been to a club?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, there are 100 kinds of clubs. I have been to all descent ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Felt an earthquake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, twice I guess. Would never forget 1993’s. At dawn and in ganeshotsav.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Touched a snake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. Slimy. Didn’t like it all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Made out in a movie theater?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Well...define it first...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Hated the way you look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Witnessed a crime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Been lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haha!!! Always.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Been to the opposite side of the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;India? US? Both No.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Felt like dying from embarrassment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;few times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm. multiple times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Sang karaoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope. Would never do that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes. But No karaoke….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Kissed in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmm.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Sung in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Played getting married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUH?? Gimme a break….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Ever gone to school partially nude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nooooo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umm…yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Had crush on married man/ woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dravid , Brad Pitt…..All good men are married. So yes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Been told you're hot by a complete stranger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Broken a bone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah. Bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Been easily amused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That’s me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Laugh so hard you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Cheated on a test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell yes!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Played an instrument for more than 10 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope. Don’t think I would ever do that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Cheated on a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same as answer 47.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Did you celebrate the 4th of July?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes…. It’s a long week end!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Felt like someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah. No. what does this mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Thought about running away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Cried over someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I donno what crying over means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Own an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Drank 25 sodas in a day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No. I don’t drink pop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naa. But surely would love to try once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Been on facebook or orkut for more than 5 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope. Waste….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Have a major crush on someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Thought about what people would say at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nope. Never. But now I am thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Got frustrated because someone didn’t kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Followed someone secretely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes! Its fun…. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-8494148360272273714?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8494148360272273714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=8494148360272273714&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8494148360272273714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8494148360272273714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-2263841866878810642</id><published>2008-11-21T18:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:37:34.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>In last 4 months…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unforgettable Moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Federer Play….&lt;br /&gt;·&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Amazing Moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;White water rafting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Damn Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power outage. Locked out of garage. The only key to open garage is in car. And car is the garage!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;· &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Double Damn moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;3 days without power in my apartment, no heat, no car ……&lt;br /&gt;Workplace has no power issues ……….I did not get a single day off…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Ouch moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I gave my phone number to a guy I am crazy about – and he threw it away in a trash can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;· &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Arghhhhhh moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Everyone seems to agree upon “kadak laxmi”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;· &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Proud moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My parents keep telling me that my niece Gargi reminds them a lot me as a child! Makes me feel nice…..&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dreading moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon my close friends will be leaving me and I will be all alone here…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-2263841866878810642?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2263841866878810642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=2263841866878810642&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2263841866878810642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2263841866878810642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/11/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-5560395829810417292</id><published>2008-09-18T10:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:27:24.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Supporting Cast</title><content type='html'>We are surrounded by people all the time. People, sooner or later, turn into friends. Friends have varied roles in our life. Now these are the “Supporting Cast Roles”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Advisors – Helps you to establish personal priorities and use informal networks to make progress toward your goals.&lt;br /&gt;· Catalysts – bring best in you. Serve as sparkplugs for your thoughts and actions.&lt;br /&gt;· Celebrators – Celebrates your accomplishments and make them more meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;· Cheerleaders – Support and nurture when times are tough. Provide encouragement to help you through crisis.&lt;br /&gt;· Constructive Critics – dare you to rethink your plans and decisions.  Provide you the honest feedback.&lt;br /&gt;· Esteem Builders – support and reinforce your self-image. Help you to believe you can succeed.&lt;br /&gt;· Role models – people whose success and life you want to replicate. Ones who model values, norms and behaviors that you adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its absolute sad –I cannot jot down more than 5 friends (5 includes parents) Most of the names just get repeated in the list.  27 years – 5 friends -who care about you, who know real “you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Should I be proud of these 5 or be disappointed with rest of the circle? And another thought – Who all would include me in their list?&lt;br /&gt; Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-5560395829810417292?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5560395829810417292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=5560395829810417292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5560395829810417292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5560395829810417292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/09/supporting-cast.html' title='Supporting Cast'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-8725535474570300212</id><published>2008-08-07T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:12:06.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacuity</title><content type='html'>Everyday has its feel. Everyone knows how Monday is….I love Monday afternoons. Coz I get exact picture of how this week is going to suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday have this “slow n get over with” feel. Thursday is the damn busy day. And Friday is the one when life suddenly gets on track n everything starts going smooth! Saturdays are exciting and I hate hate Sundays. All I think on Sunday is how my Monday is going to be! Its unfair how much attention a Monday gets!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these days….no day has its feel or any feel. Friday or Monday - is the same. Week has no sensation or no savor.  Enjoyments are uninspiring. Entertainments are passable. Indifferent to loneliness.  There is nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this going to turn into months? Coz I love august. I want to live “august” !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-8725535474570300212?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8725535474570300212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=8725535474570300212&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8725535474570300212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8725535474570300212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacuity.html' title='Vacuity'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-9191073439632615336</id><published>2008-07-07T07:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T07:29:25.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I said before .........He deserve this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220247681978110114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/SHILm9PckKI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/PbykYNo0XX4/s200/b_06_nadal_28_getty_c_brunskill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hats off to Nadal and Federer!! Terrific Game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-9191073439632615336?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/9191073439632615336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=9191073439632615336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/9191073439632615336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/9191073439632615336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-i-said-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/SHILm9PckKI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/PbykYNo0XX4/s72-c/b_06_nadal_28_getty_c_brunskill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-983409831359756702</id><published>2008-06-27T09:37:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T09:58:31.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wimbledon 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Watch this guy in ALL tournaments for the next year......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216571583774913522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/SGT8N4RM8_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/9Cmowpq_oAU/s200/janko-tipsarevic-main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is the champion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216571932435070050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/SGT8iLIQvGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Gil4palDa4E/s200/nadal.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His service ....simply rocks!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216572606539527970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/SGT9JaXSdyI/AAAAAAAAA4w/AU9kI8E8Ix4/s200/p1_roddick_0621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being cute and wearing sleazy clothes does not help in win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216574070304540946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/SGT-enUECRI/AAAAAAAAA5I/5VOQ7NcK9i8/s200/alg_mariasharapova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-983409831359756702?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/983409831359756702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=983409831359756702&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/983409831359756702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/983409831359756702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/06/wimbledon-2008.html' title='Wimbledon 2008'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/SGT8N4RM8_I/AAAAAAAAA4g/9Cmowpq_oAU/s72-c/janko-tipsarevic-main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-4729916168902966302</id><published>2008-05-27T13:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T13:16:16.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude</title><content type='html'>Isn’t it strange that when a girl acquires some authority – she is often instantly tagged “Bossy”!!&lt;br /&gt;While, if it is a guy holding same responsibilities, he is praised for his leadership qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Also, dominating natured girl gets this comment frequently – “I feel sorry for you husband….you would be micromanaging each n everything all the time!!” &lt;br /&gt;And for a guy who ‘dictates’ plans to everyone around him gets “How lucky his wife would be to have such a well organized husband”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wow!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what more surprising is about 98% of people around me are sexist!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-4729916168902966302?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4729916168902966302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=4729916168902966302&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/4729916168902966302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/4729916168902966302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/05/attitude.html' title='Attitude'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-695670127880655377</id><published>2008-05-06T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T15:17:19.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“Expectations is the root of all misery”</title><content type='html'>What crap is that?&lt;br /&gt;So no matter how the person acts – you still should not feel bad? Because you should not expect him to be nice in first place!! Don’t I have right to get hurt? So I have to be real blunt in order to not feel miserable!&lt;br /&gt;Well – How much efforts it takes to make someone feel special? Is it really difficult to bring smile on someone’s face? OR is it very simple to hurt someone?&lt;br /&gt;Was Lord Buddha the only person to conceive reasoning behind this? Why is it so hard to actualize No Expectations mantra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-695670127880655377?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/695670127880655377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=695670127880655377&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/695670127880655377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/695670127880655377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/05/expectations-is-root-of-all-misery.html' title='“Expectations is the root of all misery”'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-8926521572198832239</id><published>2008-04-20T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:57:07.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Is Flat</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it true that there is no comparative advantage left for US, UK, Japan over developing countries? Do you agree with “World is Flat” assessment? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about Globalization. Decades before, economy was ruled by developed countries. There was a huge gap in standings between 3 powerful country and rest of the countries. Now the gap is reducing fast. “Playing Field” of economy is slowly become flat. And I agree with this.&lt;br /&gt;If we see the global trend, then transformation from manufacturing economy to knowledge economy is pretty evident. Geography, Natural resources are becoming less important for economic advantage. Talent in the community of people is the key resource in this era. For Example, Oil countries definitely are powerful and have an upper hand in economy. Tomorrow if some small country comes up with invention of successful solution to replace petrol, crude oil; then this patent will have much higher economic advantage the actual petrol processing countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asia (especially India and China) has opened a huge job market. Availability of cheap labor being a huge plus, jobs are moving across the borders from US or Western Europe. Both these countries have shown a phenomenal GDP growth.&lt;br /&gt;Multinational companies in US and Europe are looking for newer markets – mostly in Asia. The important reason being large buying power. Thus these companies bring an international business and enormous foreign currency helping economy of third world countries. Multinationals try to integrate the financial market globally. They search for newer locations across the world in some top leading cities of developing countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the world, all the countries are facing intensified competition in this globalize economy. One catastrophic event any where across the world – can cause its ripples throughout in all the economies. All the share markets, stocks and financial structures are interwoven. The way 9/11 affected globally, tomorrow any major event Beijing, Mumbai or Singapore will shake the all leading countries’ stock market.&lt;br /&gt;It would be an exaggeration to say that -No comparative advantage is left for US, UK or Japan over developing countries. But then the gap is exponentially decreasing day by day. Thus, if not completely flat – it is getting flatter n flatter day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference: “World Is Flat” by Thomas Friedman&lt;br /&gt;I read this book for my MBA course. There was a class discussion about “globalization” and I was the only student with “flat world” opinion. All rest seems to agree that none of the developing countries matter to business or to multinational companies. Kind of surprising for me! But then I am the only international student in class (if that matters) What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-8926521572198832239?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8926521572198832239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=8926521572198832239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8926521572198832239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8926521572198832239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/04/world-is-flat.html' title='World Is Flat'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-5361276863684473356</id><published>2008-02-07T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:25:33.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prejudiced Moron</title><content type='html'>How pathetic a politician can be? How mature of a citizen he is to kick out other people from city? Sending your “sena” to accuse and abuse poor people on road?  Is this what you call democracy and right to stay, travel, work anywhere across the country? &lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely sad to see all those huge hoardings in Mumbai which asks to give jobs to only mumbaikars or maharashtrians. Or asks north Indians to leave the city. If it has jobs and if it’s a financial capital of the country, how can you complain about non localite people migrating in? Did they not contribute anything to city? Don’t they pay city tax? Who the hell owns the right on the city?? Who are you to ask citizens of the country to leave and show off your right on the place??  So after removing all non mumbaikars, is N mumbai resident going to fight against S mumbai? Or Say Dadar against Andheri?? And hell with Thackeray – are all mumbaikars blind and dumb? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ridiculous is this to ask employers to hire people who are mumbaites! So you don’t care bout the qualifications, skill set or the worth of that person but his home city?? Bullshit! Which century I am in? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complained a lot when I returned to Pune after two years – about all non puneites in the city - People crowding for jobs or education. But I would never support to throw them out of Pune. Just because I am born in Pune does not mean I get preference to go to Pune University or get a job in some Pune company over any other Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk bout racism and you criticize US for its treatment to international residents – look at you. Is provincialism any better than racism?? America has equal opportunity jobs and no hidden meaning in that.You crave for making your economy strong by making policies n laws against your own country’s citizens? Did someone tell me (proudly) “Mumbai is cosmopolitan”? Well it protests, complains against north Indians, south Indians, central Indians and basically everyone!! NYC has 40% foreign born population has residents from 150+ countries – with jobs and equal rights. AND THAT IS real cosmopolitan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it possible that we will ever unite as a country and forget about locality, city, cast and religion? I guarantee - Not in my lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-5361276863684473356?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5361276863684473356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=5361276863684473356&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5361276863684473356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5361276863684473356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/02/prejudiced-moron.html' title='Prejudiced Moron'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-1836818692922561924</id><published>2008-01-29T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:01:24.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain &amp; Tomb</title><content type='html'>Today I complete One year in blogging.  35 posts. Not too bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read today – &lt;br /&gt;Einstein’s brain was preserved after his death for advance neuroscience research. In order to study what made him genius! AND&lt;br /&gt;Archimedes’ tomb has Sphere and Cylinder carved on it. ‘Relationship between sphere and circumscribed cylinder’ – was the discovery he was most proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not a 0.001% chance of any new invention if my brain is preserved. AND&lt;br /&gt;I could not think of a single thing which would suffice my memories after I m gone!! :(&lt;br /&gt;Not at all a pleasant feeling! I shall try to accomplish something in next 50 years!! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-1836818692922561924?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/1836818692922561924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=1836818692922561924&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/1836818692922561924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/1836818692922561924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/01/brain-tomb.html' title='Brain &amp; Tomb'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-1304732277385817577</id><published>2008-01-22T15:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:14:32.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LahaanpaN dega Deva !!</title><content type='html'>Back. End of Family time. And restart for Routine life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/R5ZNr1HkVoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/sZG9ogH6aI0/s1600-h/IMG_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/R5ZNr1HkVoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/sZG9ogH6aI0/s400/IMG_0058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158395838588016258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a Lot of time with my niece. 3 Months old. Watching her, I realized these things bout infancy.&lt;br /&gt;1) All you do in a day is Sleep, eat, and play. No knowledge, No worries, Absence of any sort of negativism. Jolly life. &lt;br /&gt;2) You are The Boss of your schedule. No one would blame you even if you decide to play or cry aloud at 2 am. &lt;br /&gt;3) You are treated royally. Free service – feeding, bathing, massage, lullabies, entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;3) Everyone says only good things about you. Parents praise you a lot.  &lt;br /&gt;4) Your mom actually wants you to sleep. She will do everything to not wake you up. &lt;br /&gt;5) Even if you cry because of some silliest reasons, it is highly discerned and everyone    tries to bring a smile on your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the things change when you are 25? And not just changed but everything is exactly opposite. What crimes have I done to lose all these best n sweet things of being a child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-1304732277385817577?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/1304732277385817577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=1304732277385817577&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/1304732277385817577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/1304732277385817577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2008/01/lahaanpan-dega-deva.html' title='LahaanpaN dega Deva !!'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/R5ZNr1HkVoI/AAAAAAAAAjI/sZG9ogH6aI0/s72-c/IMG_0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-3706863111176693407</id><published>2007-12-21T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:45:53.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Media...</title><content type='html'>Now what is it with these Christmas songs? I mean…..every coffee place, stores, malls, restaurants and radio channels have been playing it right after Thanksgiving. It doesn’t even bring you joy or festive mood or anything of that sort ….. &lt;br /&gt;Trust me - this music is absolutely slow with repetitive lyrics, same song composed by minimum 10 artists – SAD.&lt;br /&gt;All these songs seem to be sung by really old people with ancient style of music OR may be songs are from decade before I was born…..Why new artist don’t make xmas songs anymore? Why do I have to listen to the same Christmas music every year? I mean a prime radio channel plays these lullabies in the evening when you are driving home from office….Common! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many many years ago…there used to be this my favorite Doordarshan  program  – Rangoli –7 am on Sundays. You could really predict songs to be telecasted looking at the calendar. For example –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Holi ke din (sholay)” @Holi , &lt;br /&gt;“Phoolon ka taronka(Hare rama Hare krishna)” @Raksha bandhan, &lt;br /&gt;“Deva re deva (some Mithun song)” @Ganeshotsav, &lt;br /&gt;“Maata sherawali (Amitabh-Rekha song)" @Navaratri&lt;br /&gt;“chandi ki daal par (Salmaan song)" – @Dahi handi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so typical!! There is this unsaid unwritten norm that TV/ radio channels have to play these kinda songs to remind people that they need to start celebrating now.Or media thinks public is so dumb that they dont even check calendars for coming holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-3706863111176693407?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3706863111176693407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=3706863111176693407&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/3706863111176693407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/3706863111176693407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/12/media.html' title='Media...'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-6593411185266984589</id><published>2007-12-17T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T13:02:46.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incompetent Brain</title><content type='html'>Now How does it feel to be really unintelligent? How would you feel if you are sitting in a group and everyone knows what is going on but you are just too slow to catch it…..You are not sharp enough to respond. I mean I really want to know how those cute good looking idiot bimbettes feel….Don’t they feel really out of group when its pretty evident that you are the only dumbass? Don’t they feel like complete loser if they cannot even do simple math or follow some easy instructions and all they can do is flirt with guys? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So what made me write this is - I played some team game with bunch of gals n guys. The amount of time we spent of teaching rules and correcting mistakes made by these girls was damn irritable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I just cannot stand stupid nitwit people ….and 90% of times its girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does all this sounds really rude and full of Maaz? Well…let it be…But I am really thankful and proud of all grey matter I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-6593411185266984589?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6593411185266984589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=6593411185266984589&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/6593411185266984589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/6593411185266984589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/12/incompetent-brain.html' title='Incompetent Brain'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-3317025906565973535</id><published>2007-12-11T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T08:54:05.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmerizing beauty....</title><content type='html'>Damn gorgeous, great dancer and talented actress. &lt;br /&gt;No one can dance with so much of grace and expressions …..One with million dollar smile…...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/R16VzFuYMZI/AAAAAAAAAio/hBZUFw_Vkv0/s1600-h/madhuri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/R16VzFuYMZI/AAAAAAAAAio/hBZUFw_Vkv0/s200/madhuri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142712529446252946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0986213/"&gt;this movie&lt;/a&gt;….And she is still unbelievably rocking!! No one would believe she is 40+ and mother of two. Looks hot and dances superbly!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mala hi ayushyat kadhi kuthe bhetali tar mi hiche pay dharin! !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-3317025906565973535?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3317025906565973535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=3317025906565973535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/3317025906565973535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/3317025906565973535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/12/mesmerizing-beauty.html' title='Mesmerizing beauty....'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/R16VzFuYMZI/AAAAAAAAAio/hBZUFw_Vkv0/s72-c/madhuri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-6878097326663491513</id><published>2007-11-26T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:00:53.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Laiiii Bhariiii !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nbuhPbIb8bo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nbuhPbIb8bo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-6878097326663491513?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6878097326663491513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=6878097326663491513&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/6878097326663491513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/6878097326663491513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/11/laiiii-bhariiii.html' title='Laiiii Bhariiii !!!!'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-4132987597568901517</id><published>2007-11-09T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T15:40:52.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>" Prepone "</title><content type='html'>Now I don’t remember when and where I learnt this word. But its been years n years I am using it. So are all others. Seems such a simple word!!&lt;br /&gt;Guess what – No American knows what this means! Supposedly, this word is used only in India – no where else. Though it is listed in &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/prepone"&gt;dictionary&lt;/a&gt;, even Word highlights it as spelling mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s surprising!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-4132987597568901517?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4132987597568901517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=4132987597568901517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/4132987597568901517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/4132987597568901517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/11/prepone.html' title='&quot; Prepone &quot;'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-2125230984985636324</id><published>2007-11-06T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T17:10:33.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~ One Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One year of full time job…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One year in quality of ATMs …..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Year for my driving to work everyday…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Year of definite $ deposited in account biweekly….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Year of waking up everyday at 7……&lt;br /&gt;Year in city (or village) of rubber ….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Year away from Sagar …..Year without all the fun with Bedya…..away from Cleveland / chesterfield/euclid avenue …..&lt;br /&gt;year for coming home to someone who means a lot to me - Year staying with gayatri n sajal……with closest friends n best roommates .......year with caring Anandi ….n year of fun n party with Sam , Saket n HH……&lt;br /&gt;….and yes ….3 years to accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Anniversary to myself …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-2125230984985636324?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2125230984985636324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=2125230984985636324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2125230984985636324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2125230984985636324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-year.html' title='~ One Year'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-6769920636338755208</id><published>2007-11-06T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:41:15.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why there is not a single movie which portrays the real picture of Indian culture? I happen to watch &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0838221/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; movie – ofcourse with lots of expectations. Descent movie, But with very unrealistic and disagreeable sketch of Indian cities n culture. There is a much better way to explain Spiritual aspect. Why colorful dresses, crowded temples, variety of deities, weird customs have to pointed? Don’t you see grandeur or glory or richness in culture/history/ society? And why dont you make fun of british or american life style or customs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason I will rate Bend it Like Beckham as good movie – atleast it presents pros n cons of both the societies.&lt;br /&gt;It was disturbing for to see whole crowd in theater laughing on Indian culture and traditions under the name of "Spiritual Quest". Its not at all funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-6769920636338755208?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6769920636338755208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=6769920636338755208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/6769920636338755208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/6769920636338755208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-there-is-not-single-movie-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-178369992306483178</id><published>2007-10-20T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:31:29.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pani Puri at Highway Food Mall –Rs. 30/-&lt;br /&gt;One Cup of butter corn –Rs. 35/-&lt;br /&gt;Kothrud to Parvati Ricksha fair – Rs.50/-&lt;br /&gt;Coffee (which doesn’t taste like coffee) –Rs. 60/-&lt;br /&gt;Linen skirt in FabIndia – Rs. 1000/-&lt;br /&gt;Pair of shoes in LifeStyle -Rs. 1200/-&lt;br /&gt;Designer Top – Rs. 1800/-&lt;br /&gt;Branded Jeans in Malls - Rs. 2400/-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching finals with my close friends in my own city and then India winning World cup – &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Priceless!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-178369992306483178?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/178369992306483178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=178369992306483178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/178369992306483178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/178369992306483178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/10/pani-puri-at-highway-food-mall-rs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-8468641351080456873</id><published>2007-10-11T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:38:45.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chak De India&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanted to write about everything. Every small thing that happened in India trip. I could Not. Thanks to my "Business trip" schedule. Now just listing random notes – &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Traffic is TERRIBLE. That’s the thing which gets on your nerves. I just cannot bear being on road anywhere in Pune. You go to any place, tried the remote lonely places. But the traffic and the people making own driving rules just irritates me a lot. As a backseat passenger or in a car – you see crowd literally dashing on your vehicle from everywhere. The sole aim of every driver is to get ahead wherever you see the small gap. Then no matter which vehicle you drive, no matter on which side of crowd you are and no matter where you want to go – you just steer your handle in that direction!! Its crazy. Riding in rickshaw or in taxi in Mumbai reminds me of Cedar Point rides. They drive by 80- 90 Kmph speed in a rush hour. I was never ever scared of traffic or in the traffic before in my life! But this was just – mesmerizing. The way that taxi driver manages to get the taxi out from rightmost lane and dash it into leftmost – without using Rear or side mirrors is just – incredible driving skills!! And no one believes in side mirrors – they are either broken or taken off or folded inside! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mumbai traffic is better. Undoubtedly.&lt;br /&gt;Leave aside all the investment it would take, all practical, technical difficulties, political issues to make the traffic better – just the attitude towards traffic rules by every driver here is Disgusting. No other word for it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pune – Mumbai travel is very disappointing. 6.5 hours for some 200 kms is just not worth it!! I had all kinds of experiences in the bus travel. Thanks to my &lt;a href="http://sushrut.blogspot.com/"&gt;dear friend&lt;/a&gt; for all the help!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roads were definitely better than Jan 2006. New katraj highway was awesome!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing like riding a two wheeler at late night (cause that’s the only time without traffic) on Pune roads. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sarvajanik Ganapati Utsav is not exciting anymore. Its all chaos. Wastage of money, energy and time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can eat Ukadiche Modak everyday!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;INDIAN FOOD ROCKS!! Especially Indian Chinese food! And Sitaphal Milkshake. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing has changed much in Pune. One flyover. Few flashy buildings. Few good restaurants. Triple amount two wheelers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Radio is the least entertaining media!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You cannot get a movie ticket for Saturday eve show. Not even for a total disastrous movie. And there are around 6 multiplex and 10+ other theatres. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the way everyone, even my friends attaching “American” at the start or end of any conversation. Everyone agrees about the issues, is bothered by same facts. But still in every argument I get a tag of being AmericaniZed! Hated it totally! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;CCD sucks. You order any damn coffee on their menu and its terrible. Not worth of Rs. 60 or so. It remotely tastes like coffee. And whats more sad is this is the only hang out place for the young crowd. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Rupali/Vaishali – order Extra strong Coffee, sugar separate. That’s the best coffee you can get in Pune. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are nearly 200 people waiting for hours on Sunday morning in Vaishali. And there are nearly 500 hotels on Deccan n FC Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not many friends left in my own city. Everyone seems to be living in various places across the globe but in Pune.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my buddies &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=2819558747294275589"&gt;S&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=4606113476103874972"&gt;A&lt;/a&gt; n &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=7543014592988521977"&gt;S&lt;/a&gt; to spend so much time with me. Especially for my shopping!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I don’t know why I chose this Title for the blog. Lack of creativity may be. Or I have been hearing this phrase just many times. Its like Fashion in India – to use it it almost everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I spent 20 years trying to get out of this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was looking for something I couldn't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was running away from the only thing I've ever known&lt;br /&gt;I been there, done that and I ain't lookin' back on the seeds I've sown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Saving dimes, spending too much time on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can't go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That's only one place they call me one of their own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-8468641351080456873?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8468641351080456873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=8468641351080456873&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8468641351080456873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8468641351080456873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/10/chak-de-india-i-wanted-to-write-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-5253421351999712213</id><published>2007-08-22T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T02:12:42.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Airport</title><content type='html'>I hate waiting. Especially at airports. I hate whenever I get too much of free time to think about nonsense things.&lt;br /&gt;I want to try going really late for my boarding once. The way they show it in movies…..at last minute when they are closing the gates….Its better than the time I spent waiting before they start calling seating. Also, I wish I had some companion in long flights. Sitting without talking and wondering about the person sitting next to you is not my cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;As I leave for my second trip to India,.many thoughts are rushing in my mind. Last time when I went after 16 months…..I had a huge cultural shock. I am pretty sure many things must have changed by now….And I am really not ready for those changes. I always wanted my city to be like the one I grew up in. Its not like that nemore…..&lt;br /&gt;4 long hours. Already had coffee 4 times. I don’t believe I cannot stay off the internet for less than 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of people around. Everyone is similar situation one way or other. Its just being alone in crowd. Just waiting to be settled in my seat and start long boring flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-5253421351999712213?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5253421351999712213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=5253421351999712213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5253421351999712213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5253421351999712213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/from-airport.html' title='From the Airport'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-2443084086038216529</id><published>2007-08-14T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T08:35:05.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Humdrum:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India trip. Call parents. Make pick up arrangements. Call friends. Make weekend plans. Pay your bills, leave check for rent of next month, discontinue phone service, go to Wal-Mart. Buy chocolates. Same every time-Hershey’s assorted. Go to mall. Buy gifts. Try to find Indian currency. Pack bags. Weigh bags. Unpack n repack. At least 3 times. Drink as much coffee since its last few days here. Go to food joints you love to eat at.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm…..it’s just my 2nd trip but I find monotony in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why am I not feeling guilty but just some sense of achievement? And why I am feeling bad because person in front of me is feeling guilt?. Wish I could comfort someone. I cannot see my friend suffering …..&lt;br /&gt;Its strange. One incident ….leaves me feeling contented and leaves my friend remorse. Hence I am unable to enjoy my attainment. Its complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Aug 11 was good. Except the fact that I slept entire day in my room…..around 14 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Envy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I was talking to teenager kids and could not stop wondering how smart they are. No doubt the next generation is way ahead of mine……wish I was that smart when I was 13-14!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Enjoyed nice Girls evening out with my dear roommates. Made me feel how much I will miss them….I will be all alone there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-2443084086038216529?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2443084086038216529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=2443084086038216529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2443084086038216529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2443084086038216529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend-feelings.html' title='Weekend Feelings'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-8848467776617942872</id><published>2007-08-02T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:27:50.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 3 YEARS ~</title><content type='html'>It doesn’t really seem to be 3 years. I can probably remember 90% of total days clearly. But surely have been a terrific experience in US of A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My happiest moment was…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I bought my Car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My worst moment was ….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When I talked to my mom for the first time after my accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My most “relieved” feeling moment was….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got Sherwin Williams internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My most “tensed” feeling moment was….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all H1 drama happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My saddest moment was….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw Sagar walking for the first time after accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My most enjoyable day was….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day at Put In Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My most enjoyable trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;When we went to NYC in 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Craziest Moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time first drop on Millennium ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Most angry moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my CPT was rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My most proud moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realized my parents were satisfied with their trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best person I have met in last 3 years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagar G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funniest friend I have got in last 3 years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worst people I met&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first Cleveland roommates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best American friend I got&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best place I have been to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cedar point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The longest drive I had&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleveland to Clemson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Coldest Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;13 feb 2007. Worst snow I have experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Hottest Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Grand Canyon trip – day time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Best house I stayed in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;424 Sumner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The city I really liked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Louis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The downtown I really liked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best workplace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS&amp;T in Cleveland State Uni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-8848467776617942872?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8848467776617942872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=8848467776617942872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8848467776617942872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8848467776617942872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-years.html' title='~ 3 YEARS ~'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-5240492686996789141</id><published>2007-08-01T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T12:44:32.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Waiting is painful.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting is painful.&lt;br /&gt;But not knowing which to do is worst kind of suffering&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have forgotten what I am waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;I am not even sure whether I am really waiting for something.&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I have escaped from the suffering??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-5240492686996789141?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5240492686996789141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=5240492686996789141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5240492686996789141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5240492686996789141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/waiting-is-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-2959387930704115034</id><published>2007-07-31T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:10:20.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID GIRLS</title><content type='html'>I was reading blogs….random blogs…clicking links….I found 30+ blogs with “About me” starting with “I am a girl who…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell?? Are you proud of your gender? Are you trying to attract more readers by stating that you are a female? Does any guy writes about himself starting with “I am a male….”?? Can’t you write 4 lines about yourself without giving hint of your gender??? Is your sex all you have? Being a blogger does it matter what gender you are? I mean how loser someone can be who writes about herself as – &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am a girl who loves shopping for shoes”&lt;br /&gt;“I am girl who likes to think n shop n sing love songs” &lt;br /&gt;“I am an ordinary girl with dreams”&lt;br /&gt;“I am my daddy’s girl. I feel I am a princess” &lt;em&gt;(arghhhhhhhhhh)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am twenty something girl trying to find love.” &lt;br /&gt;“I am girl with many ambitions. My favorite color is Pink” &lt;em&gt;(?????)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am a 22 year old girl, staying in NY, single but I hate single men who are 20 something. I am attracted to married men more” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I will slap her ....seriously)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT&lt;br /&gt;I read all this in morning and was so pissed off....&lt;br /&gt;Get a life….I hate girls. I just don’t prefer reading girls writing ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird thing: My favorite blog is: &lt;a href="http://elwingwrites.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walking the Line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly trying not to be a hypocrite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-2959387930704115034?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2959387930704115034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=2959387930704115034&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2959387930704115034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2959387930704115034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/07/stupid-girls.html' title='STUPID GIRLS'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-1442083426974554102</id><published>2007-07-24T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:47:36.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Saturday:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited for this party. The conclusion I reached to after visiting her place is: I need to get married. I want a house like that and I cannot afford it by myself. Would be easier if I have a husband with a descent salary!! &lt;br /&gt;2 different solutions – &lt;br /&gt;*Marry a rich guy. You get a house+ car+ many more things as package deal! &lt;br /&gt;*Marry a working guy (Requirement: good salary). So you buy a house, you pay monthly installments; you decorate it the way you want. You build a home – together. &lt;br /&gt;I prefer this option.  So NO.I don’t want a rich guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cedarpoint.com/"&gt;Cedar Point&lt;/a&gt; is THE best place to go to in summer!! It rocks!! And the new ride Maverick is mind blowing!! I seriously doubt that I would ever get bored at cedar point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-1442083426974554102?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/1442083426974554102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=1442083426974554102&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/1442083426974554102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/1442083426974554102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/07/weekend-updates.html' title='Weekend Updates'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-6077736150615056520</id><published>2007-07-12T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:37:29.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I found out - my department manager has been going in same restaurant for lunch everyday for last  I don’t know how many years ( I would assume 10+) So 5 days a week and say around 30 weeks (she is on business trips many times )&lt;br /&gt;She never needs a menu .She never places any order – all the waitresses know what she would want. I mean she walks in and literally in 5 mins there is a dish in front of her. &lt;br /&gt;It’s a very good place to eat…no doubts. But everyday??? Isn’t it too much? I mean I try not to repeat the lunch place in a month….There are so many cuisines, lot many options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In engineering days, BJ used to eat Joshi Vadapaav everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Arj ate same tacos for a whole summer. &lt;br /&gt;I remember HH making a statement that he can eat chipotle - everyday lunch n dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Sags n me used to eat subway everyday in summer 2005. But that just resulted in making me so sick of subs that I haven’t had it in last 15 months.&lt;br /&gt;I can never eat food at same place again n again…..not at any place…not even Aai’s cooked food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they say Change is inevitable….change is constant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-6077736150615056520?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6077736150615056520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=6077736150615056520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/6077736150615056520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/6077736150615056520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-i-found-out-my-department.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-3845625603393018768</id><published>2007-07-09T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:03:40.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I was a ball girl at Wimbledon to witness the final between Federer and Nadal. Tense game which Nadal deserved to win. He outplayed The Champion in 4 sets undoubtedly. I was supporting Nadal ofcourse.And he lost. Whoever I ever support always lose. That’s ok. I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ....qualifications required .....lets see...&lt;br /&gt;Need to pass some written test – check&lt;br /&gt;Need to be physically fit, should be available during championships –check&lt;br /&gt;Good running speed, and stamina, correct foot movement and adopt exact stance – check&lt;br /&gt;Understand tennis rules –check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its easy. Only problem would be – age. The average age of ball boys/girls is 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I was younger by dozen years…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-3845625603393018768?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3845625603393018768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=3845625603393018768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/3845625603393018768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/3845625603393018768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wish-i-was-ball-girl-at-wimbledon-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-649351135039958918</id><published>2007-06-28T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T17:16:34.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All’s well that ends well……</title><content type='html'>I was watching some movie other day. So for 1.56.00/ 2.00.00 minutes I kept on saying to myself…..I liked the movie…..Nice one...….I enjoyed it. But after watching last 4 minutes- my reaction was – Ohhh crap!! Stupid foolish movie. Hated it totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was thinking – what exactly changed my reaction. The reason, I realized was – that love story wasn’t a happy ending one. That couple breaks up – which is shown as 'few years later’ in last 4 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a total movie buff. I watch hundreds of movies irrespective of actors/story/director….any thing. Infact recently I have watched many non Hindi n non English movies too. But I could not believe I am still so immature. I mean how come I judge a movie on its ending. And it has to be very happy ending – like couple getting married or villain dead or Hero wins etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to remember all the non conventional ending movies which I adored….say –&lt;br /&gt;QSQT                                               &lt;br /&gt;Schindler’s List&lt;br /&gt;Page 3                                             &lt;br /&gt;Sholay&lt;br /&gt;Corporate                                          &lt;br /&gt;RDB&lt;br /&gt;Goodfellas                                         &lt;br /&gt;Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I would have never liked JJWS …if Aamir doesn’t win the race, I would have never watched HAHK again…if Salmaan – Madhuri doesn’t get married. Or Rangeela with alternative ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am confused…as always….may be I just don’t want Love stories with unhappy endings! I am of a typical Bollywood mentality!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-649351135039958918?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/649351135039958918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=649351135039958918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/649351135039958918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/649351135039958918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/06/alls-well-that-ends-well.html' title='All’s well that ends well……'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-9098179073932807462</id><published>2007-06-21T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:19:34.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Last 45 days n nights were crazily busy. Plentiful events around and reckoning responsibilities were driving me insane.&lt;br /&gt;I had every reason n topic to write on and had no excuse not to write!! May be that’s why I didn’t blog!! :P&lt;br /&gt;Neways, the last month was Satisfactory. I was really glad to see my parents were enjoying with me which I doubted at start and was scared of!! But it was fun being a US tour guide.&lt;br /&gt;So I am hoping to write again now even though I have no topics. But that’s what I do whole day…babble bout nonsense things.&lt;br /&gt;And I also see all the buddy bloggers have stopped scribbling! Now common, I never knew I was so influential!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-9098179073932807462?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/9098179073932807462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=9098179073932807462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/9098179073932807462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/9098179073932807462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/06/last-45-days-n-nights-were-crazily-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-2825307726266289336</id><published>2007-04-21T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:09:41.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                          &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Eternal sunshine of spotless mind.&lt;br /&gt;                             Each prayer accepted and each wish resigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is so overrated. Is being yourself such a downgrade state? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am now officially scared of love stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-2825307726266289336?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2825307726266289336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=2825307726266289336&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2825307726266289336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2825307726266289336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/04/eternal-sunshine-of-spotless-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-803622925760199169</id><published>2007-04-20T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T09:37:09.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HATE LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·        The fact that I am a girl&lt;br /&gt;·        People who continuously keeps me reminding of this fact.&lt;br /&gt;·        I hate guys underestimating me….especially my cricket knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;·        The truth that my interest in cricket is exponentially decreasing.&lt;br /&gt;·        Smokers. And smokers who don’t even try to quit.&lt;br /&gt;·        Stupid Senti girls.&lt;br /&gt;·        Liars. Hypocrites. Losers.&lt;br /&gt;·        People constantly judging me.&lt;br /&gt;·        If I don’t get my morning coffee. Hate all “friendly” lectures on my coffee habits.&lt;br /&gt;·        To cry.&lt;br /&gt;·        People who opt out at last moment. Wuss.&lt;br /&gt;·        Watching movies alone. Watching movies without talking.&lt;br /&gt;·        Being alone in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;·        Overanalyzing.&lt;br /&gt;·        My own friends cursing unnecessarily. At wrong places and on wrong times.&lt;br /&gt;·        Guys who don’t have topics beyond girls n sex to talk. “Despo”s.&lt;br /&gt;·        My unsupportive friends. And the facts that they are my friends and I cant change them.&lt;br /&gt;·        SRK.Kareena.Ash.&lt;br /&gt;·        Loud music.&lt;br /&gt;·        Being away from Pune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-803622925760199169?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/803622925760199169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=803622925760199169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/803622925760199169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/803622925760199169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-hate-list.html' title='MY HATE LIST'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-6438438695832195149</id><published>2007-04-12T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T08:40:58.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;There is a time, when you feel I have had enough and this is it. No more tensions, no more crap. Something what ‘they’ call as settling down (I don’t understand that phrase)&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, some press release hammers your ‘career’ plans. Unpleasant. Harsh. Then it returns– sleepless nights, frightful days, mood swings and crying sessions. Murky messy mishap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one fine morning, again a government letter- brings back the smile. What a relief!! That 'degree' finally paid off -somehow , somewhere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It is an ultimate satisfaction to hear contended voice of parents!! No other joy! Then friends!! I am lucky to have someone (well…not everyone…still…) actually truly unselfishly happy in my happYness!!&lt;br /&gt;This deserves a toast!!That’s all a celebration is - spending time with loved ones!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-6438438695832195149?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6438438695832195149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=6438438695832195149&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/6438438695832195149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/6438438695832195149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-is-time-when-you-feel-i-have-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-2168005880273714440</id><published>2007-04-02T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T13:35:02.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool!!</title><content type='html'>My tips :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its just once a year. So do not miss the opportunity. Make fool of everyone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brainstorm profoundly. Plan wisely. Act smartly. Enjoy thoroughly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Emotional fooling is the trick. Works perfect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not overestimate anyone’s sentiments. You will end up making fool of yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-2168005880273714440?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2168005880273714440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=2168005880273714440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2168005880273714440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2168005880273714440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool!!'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-3945765521419345622</id><published>2007-03-28T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T12:30:13.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047027097237175682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 38px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="45" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RgqkZ5aXvYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CRKdpoiorkA/s200/insomnia_w.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is back. It caught up with me suddenly. I don’t know what happened. I am awake most of the night. Even when I am really tired – long day in Lab or good workout in gym. Still, I just cannot sleep more than 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always had problems with my sleep. I hate it. I am an absolute light sleeper.&lt;br /&gt;I see friends sleeping for 12+ hours. Spending days, noon, eves and nights – snoring and slumbering in bed. I have never been able to enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to exert my brain. I try to think about all nonsense topics, past /future, think about work. Nothing helps!! ‘Insomniac’ status message ended up in all friends convincing me that I am falling in love or I need to see a psychiatrist. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not have been complaining, if this happened when I have lots of activities on schedule. Say, summer time – friends n cards all night long or movies or night outs or at the worst -studies. But staying awake in bed without any reason, thinking about when I will be unaware about things around me - sucks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 3 am, I have nothing to do but just sprawl in my comforter. Tried movies. But then I am really tired of watching it alone and without talking. Music is invigorating. So are the books. I can’t talk on phone for this long. I just want to be able to sleep on my traditional time 11 to 7. I want a nice sound sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeplessness is the synonym for Emptiness n loneliness n annoyance. I need help!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-3945765521419345622?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3945765521419345622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=3945765521419345622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/3945765521419345622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/3945765521419345622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-is-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RgqkZ5aXvYI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CRKdpoiorkA/s72-c/insomnia_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-5241655277831862203</id><published>2007-03-19T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:30:48.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Wrong???</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slap on the face&lt;br /&gt;Bangladesh?? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bob Woolmer&lt;br /&gt;I read it in the morning. I could not believe it. Tragic death. Utter shock. I felt terrible……&lt;br /&gt;Is the game worth this? Pressure which can cost someone his life?&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace, Bob.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inzy 's retirement-&lt;br /&gt;Well, not a surprise after Pak’s disastrous performance. One of the senior most and experienced players. He is what Dravid is for the Indian team – Solid, Dependable and Experienced. Inshallah, I have always liked him. It was sad to see those press conference photos. You could see the pain in his eyes. Read comments on Bob’s death – people criticizing Inzamam. Absolutely tragic end of his career.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flintoff fined.&lt;br /&gt;Irresponsible behavior. Senior player boozing after losing an important game. How stupid that can be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these news brought enough gloominess I needed to spoil my WC mood. Atypical bizarre and sensational start of tournament. May be nothing is wrong. But its just too much for me to digest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-5241655277831862203?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5241655277831862203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=5241655277831862203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5241655277831862203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5241655277831862203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-wrong.html' title='Whats Wrong???'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-2755506933075026724</id><published>2007-03-15T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:30:43.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wrong decisions in 2007</title><content type='html'>Its just 3rd month of the year and I have already realized the major mistakes I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Did not buy the ticket for Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;2. Did not buy the ticket for Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;3. Did not buy the ticket for Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be regretting this decision till the next World Cup. Thanks to all my unenthusiastic and unsupportive friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this was my golden chance to watch WC. And I was desperate to be on the islands to witness the supreme event of cricket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This was my last chance to see my heroes playing in WC. Dravid, Sachin, Ponting, Gilchrist, Fleming, Lara, Inzy – everyone playing their last WC (I assume). These are the players I followed since I was young. They are the reason behind me loving all cricket action. I would have loved to watch them ….under the the sun……by the beach…. on the ground…. performing to rule the world and create the history. It would have been like a dream come true!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I would be really ‘old’ at the time of next world cup. I don’t see myself being a cricket enthusiast for next 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Flying to Caribbean –tickets, visa, money, office vacations etc. was manageable. It needed a lot of planning – where I failed. Hence now self reproaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042219776464124130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RfmQK_-X-OI/AAAAAAAAALw/GCCFSAneSt8/s320/72689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;            Cricket Rules!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I hate the fact that I am missing all that spirit n energy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-2755506933075026724?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2755506933075026724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=2755506933075026724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2755506933075026724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/2755506933075026724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-wrong-decisions-in-2007.html' title='My Wrong decisions in 2007'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RfmQK_-X-OI/AAAAAAAAALw/GCCFSAneSt8/s72-c/72689.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-5530758782827039096</id><published>2007-03-05T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T12:58:23.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>!! HOLI !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RexVgmpdoMI/AAAAAAAAALo/TaJ-XWMM8nM/s1600-h/IMG_3895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038496101739372738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RexVgmpdoMI/AAAAAAAAALo/TaJ-XWMM8nM/s200/IMG_3895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There wasn’t a single year without &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; colors in Pune. Never cared for exams, study, health, 10th or 12 th.I never missed getting soaked in colors and then maundering whole city pulling friends out from their house.&lt;br /&gt;I was very homesick in 2005 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, never realized when it came n gone in 2006. After a looong 2 years gap…..I got to enjoy the colors again. Wasn’t the same but was fun for sure. Just made me realize …..How much I miss those days!! &lt;br /&gt;This year, was a descent try to enjoy. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gulal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;induced fights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n ‘drenching’ reprisal plans were pleasure indeed!! Bonfire n dancing would have been &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RexU-mpdoKI/AAAAAAAAALY/kJ8udukjnZM/s1600-h/IMG_3897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038495517623820450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="164" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RexU-mpdoKI/AAAAAAAAALY/kJ8udukjnZM/s200/IMG_3897.JPG" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;adjuvant hoopla! Next year for sure!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With new, older n oldest friends together, Uni color n chilly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; night was memorable!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-5530758782827039096?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5530758782827039096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=5530758782827039096&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5530758782827039096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/5530758782827039096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/03/holi.html' title='!! HOLI !!'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RexVgmpdoMI/AAAAAAAAALo/TaJ-XWMM8nM/s72-c/IMG_3895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-8550237509431815643</id><published>2007-02-23T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:11:48.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Room Torment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Meetings. Reminds me so much of loooong boring lectures in graduate college.&lt;br /&gt;Presentation day in a class. Where everyone misses their previous nights’ sleep to create some PPT slides. Next day is spent in rehearsing them and worrying about questions others would ask. Then few hours of nervousness. And in the end, 15 minutes of final show which is NOT at all worth of spending this much time n energy. And then you see other class mates chatting, playing games, guys staring at girls, girls worrying bout their makeup. Forget the questions; there is not a single student who is listening. Only the professor or may be not even him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a similar meeting but in my office, I wonder how many hours this person would have spent last week on creating agenda, data search, inviting people, on slides and stuff. How much of project cost and project time is actually invested in it. He worked hard on this for a whole week, waiting for this day. And now half of the people are nodding without listening, I am thinking about how can I get my next coffee and scribbling a blog in my notepad , others pretending really busy and working on laptops. The person who I think (and I hope) is actually listening, is the manager. When presenter went through all this torture all he should have cared was just this Manager. No one else gives a damn bout what he is talking. So I wonder why to waste so much of time of 15 other people? Stop inviting me for stupid conferences!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the time when you actually think about all nonsense things in world. You have so much of time to meditate! I used to write down all cricket teams and players I've known.Or list of people I Hate. I once even wrote down all the streets in Pune I possibly could think of – in a software engineering class! And in such agony, waiting for time to fly, I just keep thinking bout all dreadful moments in my life. Not a single pleasant memory! I have never understood the reason behind this. So by the time I leave the conference room I know I am in pensive mood – all frustrated by my life. What single presentation can do to you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you go …...Some things just never change …..let it be school, a grad school or a corporate world. &lt;em&gt;“The probability of someone watching you is always proportional to stupidity of you action”.&lt;/em&gt; I agree. So, I can go on scribbling or chatting in a meeting. I don’t care. No one is watching. Coz that’s the wisest thing to do here - in a conference room!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-8550237509431815643?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8550237509431815643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=8550237509431815643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8550237509431815643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/8550237509431815643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/02/conference-room-torment.html' title='Conference Room Torment'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-477481090209825368</id><published>2007-02-15T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:07:30.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White Valentine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RdTGuEGIYTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/q5qNyy7l2zg/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031865178355425586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RdTGuEGIYTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/q5qNyy7l2zg/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was all white Valentines for me! No tinge of Red!! Everything looks silvery. First snow storm of my life. Hated driving n enjoyed playing in snow. Office Holiday was a bonus!! So I spent the whole day inside house …shivering!&lt;br /&gt;I never had any great valentines day. May be a few good ones but mostly gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;This one was the Best for me ….in years. This brought me the super duper news!!&lt;br /&gt;1st baby in our family…on its way. Elder sis is expecting a baby. Such a terrific n unique n incomparable feeling!&lt;br /&gt;White is not on my favorite color list. But I would always remember Feb 14, 2007 as a festive white valentine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7747759131732944485-477481090209825368?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/477481090209825368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=477481090209825368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/477481090209825368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/477481090209825368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/02/white-valentine.html' title='White Valentine!'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/RdTGuEGIYTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/q5qNyy7l2zg/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7747759131732944485.post-4215731770383356665</id><published>2007-01-29T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:41:51.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to….…right now!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Caffeine. Gallons of coffee. Aroma. Kick. I am an addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Laugh, laugh and Laugh…..till stomach aches! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinhagad_Fort"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sinhagad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;. Everything related to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pouring rains and essence of “swadesh ki mati”. Venti Starbucks in my hands! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kokanatala beach (and yes….only kokan ….No …I don’t want to be at coastline of any other country) and Scorpius constellation with million other stars in clear sky!&lt;br /&gt;(Its not romantic! It’s a pure joy!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aajichya sadichi godhadi aani aaichya mithit mi zopaleli!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chanyamanya Bor. Harbara. Kaabuli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Letter …..from someone…..Aai or any friend…..the best surprise which can make me cry right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After strenuous trekking……walking on road for miles ……that feeling of “I want to cut my legs!” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Long long road trips with friends …..and No …not on long weekends…..cause those are tooo short! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My car……long drive…..perfect songs….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nightouts…..patte…..gappa…..danga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dhol. Ganapati. Prabodhini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unlimited Photos…..of people….of nature…..of cars…..mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Waiting in a college parking lot ….to get one glimpse of my crush…….his single glance at me…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shopping….clothes….without thinking of number of I already have or amount of money I am spending……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Kunachatari dokyavarun firalela haat…..or shabasaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Spend time with ekhada lahanasa BaaL ……hasana…radana….khelana….zopana….sagala kahi ….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cricinfo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cricket test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; match……with good performances…….and a result…ofcourse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Breathtaking one day game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Go crazy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Triple scoop of chocolate ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Card/mail/scrap/letter…saying miss u….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Again…..pouring rains, nice indoor zoka swaying on beat of Zara Zara !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Watch movies…..all day long….one after another….with someone….not alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Wear sari and put on lots of jewellery!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cook. Variety of menu. And getting flattered after everyone relishes it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mom …washing my hair…..and the nice sweet shampoo smell on wait hair…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Satisfaction….of doing well in exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Spend a night in Ganapati on Pune roads….eating unlimited Bhutta….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Someone to say I am a sweet innocent girl……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tight warm hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Play Carrom, patte, scrabble, pictionary for loooong hours…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pani puri. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Party without drunkards….and unlimited dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aynrand.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fountainhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aynrand.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Atlas Shrugged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aaiche gaal odhayachet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Go cycling…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cry…without a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Spent a whole day in cleaning room , closet…..cleaning already cleansed things….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To be with my Close friend….who can exactly understand what I am about to say without being said….and then that smile in the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Watch TV…..watch trailers….watch marathi serials….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bike var hindaychay….sinhagad javal. Kuthehi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Make a colorful greeting card….with crayons n other stuff…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Write…..something in Marathi…..Shaletala Nibandh….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nira. Naralacha Pani. Aambyacha ras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nba.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;NBA game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;….cheer loudly…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Get paid……see the paycheck deposited in account ……before time and more than expected!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eat Methichi bhaji cooked by my pappa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mehendi on my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Soothing Massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess I can write 50 more....Next time!&lt;br /&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/7747759131732944485-4215731770383356665?l=confuzzzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4215731770383356665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7747759131732944485&amp;postID=4215731770383356665&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/4215731770383356665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7747759131732944485/posts/default/4215731770383356665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://confuzzzled.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-toright-now.html' title='I want to….…right now!!'/><author><name>Sukanti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13903383449623123197</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y_RC1dxI5mc/S4wVD2PloVI/AAAAAAAAER4/TwtWuYA1Qzs/S220/DSC01186.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
