<?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-11432455</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:09:10.085+05:30</updated><category term='think'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='Ungrateful'/><category term='speed'/><category term='desire'/><category term='laptop cooler fan usb solar panel'/><category term='rakhi rakshabandhan sister brother shravana'/><category term='deserve'/><category term='realization'/><category term='college'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='perception time cognitive comprehend'/><category term='river'/><category term='work'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Mirage</title><subtitle type='html'>L I F E is short, L I F E is a mirage. An illusion of what is not, L I F E is simple. " Live life with what it gives, than crave for what it does not "</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BHATTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617825964551785245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SCA4mlbgy4I/AAAAAAAACvY/xbUEF6Fyssg/S220/DSC_0293.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432455.post-7768919994496969993</id><published>2010-09-30T23:29:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:06:00.652+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='river'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='think'/><title type='text'>The River...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/TKTTzcxCgPI/AAAAAAAAIKc/dweqhQKOTKY/s1600/_DSC0413_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/TKTTzcxCgPI/AAAAAAAAIKc/dweqhQKOTKY/s320/_DSC0413_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522771923911737586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really like this old story of the River.. Read on.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Rivers are interesting creations of nature.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She takes birth in the mountains, somewhere deep inside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; goes thru a lot of muck, junk, stones sand pebbles all along her way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She does not pick up everything, but only the necessary minerals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and discards everything else that is unwanted. She brings fertile bits of soil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the plains, brings cheer, happiness, joy to the livestock, farmers and every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; insect on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She could have the underground path and reached the sea, but she didn't. She chose to come out, see and experience things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you drank the river water, you were thrilled. It gave you some kind of  happiness, maybe which you cannot explain in words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She made you forget all troubles/problems and stay happy even for a short while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She touched the life of one person at least for a moment, even unknowingly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and that happiness in those faces and lives of the is all that the river needs, to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She went through many things, she didn't care, she didn't bother what came on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time I hear this story, it puts me thinking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432455-7768919994496969993?l=mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/feeds/7768919994496969993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432455&amp;postID=7768919994496969993' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/7768919994496969993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/7768919994496969993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/2010/09/river.html' title='The River...'/><author><name>BHATTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617825964551785245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SCA4mlbgy4I/AAAAAAAACvY/xbUEF6Fyssg/S220/DSC_0293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/TKTTzcxCgPI/AAAAAAAAIKc/dweqhQKOTKY/s72-c/_DSC0413_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432455.post-5523200124086615799</id><published>2009-05-17T01:50:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T02:21:28.333+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perception time cognitive comprehend'/><title type='text'>They need a little bit of your time…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ometimes all they need is a split of a second.  A wink of an eye, a minute of yours, a flick of the hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, a boring Saturday yet again being summer and no travel plans. Summer is a bad time in Karnataka to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This post was actually inspired by the book ‘Blink’ by Malcolm Gladwell.  I bought this book on the roadside pirated book stall who manages to give you the one at 1/5th the market price. Recession times leads to low cost solutions :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The author describes the main subject of his book as "thin-slicing": our ability to gauge what is really important from a very narrow period of experience. Here are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; links for a bit more description of the book from Wikipedia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blink_%28book%29"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.gladwell.com/blink/index.html"&gt;Malcolm Gladwell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The book put me thinking on slightly different lines.. About people just like about ‘blink’ instances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I’ve had a few experiences personally and have seen quite a few, when someone can do wonders with a flick. All people need is a spark, an ignition or a word of comfort sometimes. The first instance I can recall was a couple of years back when I was diagnosed with malaria and lay on the bed entangled in the drip pipes for 3 days. Every day the doc used to attend me twice. It was nothing that he did, but just speak a few words and check the temp scale. But those two visits game me real inspiration that I was doing well. The body used to cool own, eyes used to lighten up, some energy used to encompass for about an hour. It is no surprise, as each of us would have felt in a similar way. I could narrate a few more of similar or better ones but a little bit enthusiastic to get into the crux of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/Sg8gcdbHdYI/AAAAAAAAGN0/SEWxug8IflI/s1600-h/otoplasty1ru6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/Sg8gcdbHdYI/AAAAAAAAGN0/SEWxug8IflI/s320/otoplasty1ru6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336519756764116354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes it so happens for people that they get into situations or problems or happy things that they need to share. It happens so, that they want a pair of ears to listen and a pair of eyes to look at for expressing themselves. Very much like machines, which when oiled and greased at the right time works fine for years else it breaks down . The ability to thin slice such situations will remarkably make a difference for those who need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Btw, here is another incident which happened in college, when a friend of mine was totally depressed for a personal reason, which I ended up discovering was a breakup. He was totally down for a week, and incidentally we had invited him for a trip the nearest weekend. Our intention of invite was out of the blue as another guy who had to join us backed out, and college experiences say that trips are more financially viable if there are more people. Now, we spoke about everything like breakups, college rumours, how-i-will-be-a-few-years-later and many more things during the trip. It was an enjoyable trip as always, and a couple of days later this guy invites us all for a treat in an expensive restaurant and explains us the whole story about his breakup, what we spoke fitted into his life and how he understood a lot of things from the conversation. He was a happy man that day! So were we, with sumptuous food for free :-P. Incidentally we never knew that we were with him at the right time when he needed it. It just happened, unknowingly and that made a big difference to him. He is a successful guy and doing his PHd in the US now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who might come and ask directly and some maybe pale white shy and express their concern in indirect ways. Parsing such situations to understand what they want is completely onto our abilities and thinking processes and is a challenge. The paradigm shift is what some people do to determine their situations and reasons, in short, reading between lines. There are some of us who believe that “If you have a problem, tell me I’ll solve it”. For some it does not work that way. People might always not need a solution for a problem.  The problem, a lot of times is a solution in itself. If everyone were straightforward…  psychiatrists, counselors, negotiators would be jobless. I’ve read that such people are highly paid by governments to determine the behavior and character of captured fugitives or their own soldiers, to read between lines and to predict the behavior or counsel them. That’s not much in the purview of this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it happens that because of our visual shadowing of people’s personality model, the cognitive abilities get masked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But the fact, that the difference the time slice can make is immeasurable. There have been instances where kids took extreme measures as their parents were busy and did not spend ‘quality’ time with them or mafia gang leaders quitting and leading a normal life just because they could speak with someone and ended up finding out what he had done so far was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We all are wired differently, so it’s extremely tough to predict behaviors. But it is proved fact that there are definitive patterns that can determine what a person has got to say. .....For the time spent well at the right time can be more rewarding for either sides than we could all imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would be glad to know what you all feel or think about this ‘perception’ of giving your time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432455-5523200124086615799?l=mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/feeds/5523200124086615799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432455&amp;postID=5523200124086615799' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/5523200124086615799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/5523200124086615799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/2009/05/they-need-little-bit-of-your-time.html' title='They need a little bit of your time…'/><author><name>BHATTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617825964551785245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SCA4mlbgy4I/AAAAAAAACvY/xbUEF6Fyssg/S220/DSC_0293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/Sg8gcdbHdYI/AAAAAAAAGN0/SEWxug8IflI/s72-c/otoplasty1ru6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432455.post-2323396999361099613</id><published>2009-05-02T15:53:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:13:20.521+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop cooler fan usb solar panel'/><title type='text'>A Do-It-Yourself Solar Powered Laptop Cooler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;May 1st week and Bangalore was hot. More so with we being used to AC's all day in office, it was pretty perspiring to sit at home. On the weekend, with so much of temperature, it was not a good idea for me to go out driving in the burning sun I thought, and took towards a favorite pastime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah, scrapping and facebooking and Gtalking. Its been hours since I began and still had my laptop with me all heated up. It wasn't a good idea to use a laptop as a laptop but rather found out that the name 'notebook' suits more. Probably someone who was intelligent enough that laptops cant be used for long on laps renamed it as 'notebook'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thought I'l go  buy a laptop cooler, and checked the price online. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;was a cool 1700/- a one from Belkin with a 9v power adapter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Being a boring friday noon, (1st may and a long weekend) I happened to spot the Solar Panel that was gifted by my company NSN as an annual gift as a part of the Go-Green initiative. Unfortunately the lamp ceased to work, thanks to the not-so-good battery provided inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So here I was with a project to build a Solar powered Laptop cooler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All you need is some raw materials and some time :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The nearby computershop guy was happy to provide me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12v 100mA &lt;/span&gt;CPU casing fan for a cool 70/- and I bought this writing pad made from cardboard that we used in school for 20/- at a nearby stationery shop. The project was to cut a hole in the pad, and fix the fan onto it and connect the DC fan to the solar panel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-wvvwGYJyMWtxfzTLffdRg?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/Sfws4JAj71I/AAAAAAAAGKc/-gu37eKQEsQ/s288/IMG_2197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arvind.bhatta/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Blogger Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BSOqVg60Rvvv6miuyvbWAQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/Sfws0cb6-dI/AAAAAAAAGKM/dY78YkdcoC0/s288/IMG_2195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arvind.bhatta/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Blogger Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cut through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the pad with a hacksaw with the fan sweep as the diameter. Selecting a slightly offset point on the cardboard would help, as the laptop heating points are not at the middle but somwhere between the middle and the topleft corner. It would help if the area you cut is made slightly wet as cardboard gives way easily at those areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Now drill 2 holes into the pad and affix the fan with  a pair of screw and nut provided alongwith the fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now connect the panel power cable (its assumed to have pretty long about 10-15m) to the fan. Check the direction of the airflow before drilling or fixing the fan as the fan  does not reverse direction if you connect it the other way round thanks to the internal circuitboard within the fan coil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/A_7JKkKyQKAezIEJozeuIQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/Sfws5xdQqpI/AAAAAAAAGKk/ofNB4wdYHs4/s288/IMG_2198.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arvind.bhatta/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Blogger Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LGsq4jCIOnvIQpAo9DH3tA?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/Sfws6zYqZZI/AAAAAAAAGKs/37KEHZDQiUA/s288/IMG_2199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arvind.bhatta/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Blogger Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NmVpb2hKyD9t-RcBLBCm9A?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/Sfws8UCvZmI/AAAAAAAAGLM/lHJ3YbB77gI/s288/IMG_2200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arvind.bhatta/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Blogger Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fsGsP81HsDb2VK_8mxYg6Q?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/Sfws9dGv1jI/AAAAAAAAGLU/TCO6QKbiUuk/s288/IMG_2201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arvind.bhatta/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Blogger Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The panel I used gave me an open circuit voltage of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10.09V 500mA.&lt;/span&gt; perfect for the fan of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12V&lt;/span&gt; to make it run at 80% of the speed. The fan running at full speed will not give as much airflow as 80% of the speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/v7WVbB9HWgjxs1nnWp7XSw?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SfwtAiUrt8I/AAAAAAAAGLo/1YlstPOgRvk/s288/IMG_2204.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arvind.bhatta/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Blogger Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The Image below depicts the Airflow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_Lqqtw2Nk01MLgORwS4qtQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/Sfws-TF4hyI/AAAAAAAAGLg/tN0B0mq92qE/s288/IMG_2203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arvind.bhatta/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Blogger Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The device  is working great for me. I first place it on my lap with the air exit towards my face, and place my laptop on top. The temp under the laptop has reduced by 8-10 degrees which is about 30% improvement. All at a cost of 100/-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In case you dont have a solar panel, you could use an old power adapter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12v ~350mA&lt;/span&gt; for instance like the one I am using is from an old cordless phone. Buying one will cost 150/-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You can also use the power from USB of your laptop. In that case you need to buy a USB port male pin and a 5V fan instead of 12V. You can get the USB configuration here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universal_Serial_Bus"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Universal_Serial_Bus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/v1iVjA0nZcEMS89RIoCElw?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SfwtFHxAprI/AAAAAAAAGMA/ub63lw0JYqk/s288/IMG_2206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arvind.bhatta/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCLfD4MKz0-uzeQ&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Blogger Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All in all, its a very generic design and you can customise it with 3 or more fans, add more LED's to make it look like a UFO, put 4 rubber bushes on all sides to make it a tabletop laptop cooler etc etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was a fun afternoon and the results were satisfying. And yeah, I managed to save 1500/- during the recession time :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/11432455-2323396999361099613?l=mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/feeds/2323396999361099613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432455&amp;postID=2323396999361099613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/2323396999361099613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/2323396999361099613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-it-yourself-solar-powered-laptop.html' title='A Do-It-Yourself Solar Powered Laptop Cooler'/><author><name>BHATTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617825964551785245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SCA4mlbgy4I/AAAAAAAACvY/xbUEF6Fyssg/S220/DSC_0293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/Sfws4JAj71I/AAAAAAAAGKc/-gu37eKQEsQ/s72-c/IMG_2197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432455.post-3034046268682060569</id><published>2008-06-05T12:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:14:15.736+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Profile Speed...</title><content type='html'>Here is a pic blog ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture to see the full size image..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arvind.bhatta/Mirage/photo?authkey=zdX6eG5Vzhg#5208283638824186466"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/arvind.bhatta/Mirage/photo?authkey=zdX6eG5Vzhg#5208283638824186466"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/arvind.bhatta/SEeKX_WYMmI/AAAAAAAAC2k/WdRuYxW14wk/s288/Profile_Speed_Bhatta%20copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432455-3034046268682060569?l=mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/feeds/3034046268682060569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432455&amp;postID=3034046268682060569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/3034046268682060569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/3034046268682060569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/2008/06/profile-speed.html' title='Profile Speed...'/><author><name>BHATTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617825964551785245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SCA4mlbgy4I/AAAAAAAACvY/xbUEF6Fyssg/S220/DSC_0293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/arvind.bhatta/SEeKX_WYMmI/AAAAAAAAC2k/WdRuYxW14wk/s72-c/Profile_Speed_Bhatta%20copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432455.post-6468397222683779685</id><published>2008-04-30T00:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:28:29.397+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tagged !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SBdxS1bgySI/AAAAAAAACmw/dtMZy5ycmrM/s1600-h/2008-04-30_003344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SBdxS1bgySI/AAAAAAAACmw/dtMZy5ycmrM/s320/2008-04-30_003344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194745263589214498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krazzy 4, it was one of the stupidest movie, and amongst the biggest waste of talents.&lt;br /&gt;How could they make a stupid movie with Irfan Khan, Arshad Warsi, rajpal Yadav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't read a book for long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some columns in reader's digest, tech stuff, and last few pages of outlook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. FAVORITE SMELLS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. FAVORITE SOUND? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds chirping in hometown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breach of trust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! is it late..?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhriti.. love d name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. FINISH THIS STATEMENT. "IF I HAD A LOT OF MONEY I'D...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invest.. obvious! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. DO YOU DRIVE FAST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, a bit scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he he...  v guys dont..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swift, I'm lovingit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. FAVORITE DRINK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mango juice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. FINISH THIS STATEMENT, "IF I HAD THE TIME I WOULD .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep creating new new stuff... like music, movies etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS ON BROCCOLI?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vots that.??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD BE YOUR CHOICE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streaks of purple and blue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. NAME ALL THE DIFFERENT CITIES/TOWNS YOU HAVE LIVED IN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangalore, traveled to quite some places..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ve been not liking sports of late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D best person by heart i've seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bills ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE BORN AS YOURSELF AGAIN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. MORNING PERSON, OR NIGHT OWL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. OVER EASY, OR SUNNY SIDE UP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither. I hate eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. FAVORITE PLACE TO RELAX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. FAVORITE PIE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm.... I'd choose sweets ,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Currant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. OF ALL THE PEOPLE YOU TAGGED THIS TO, WHO'S MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND FIRST? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhanya...&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/11432455-6468397222683779685?l=mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/feeds/6468397222683779685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432455&amp;postID=6468397222683779685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/6468397222683779685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/6468397222683779685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged.html' title='Tagged !'/><author><name>BHATTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617825964551785245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SCA4mlbgy4I/AAAAAAAACvY/xbUEF6Fyssg/S220/DSC_0293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SBdxS1bgySI/AAAAAAAACmw/dtMZy5ycmrM/s72-c/2008-04-30_003344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432455.post-7502090050370651907</id><published>2007-08-29T01:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:45:11.724+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rakhi rakshabandhan sister brother shravana'/><title type='text'>The Missing Link…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/RtR-joVQTAI/AAAAAAAAB24/moz9iP0gTe8/s1600-h/rakhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/RtR-joVQTAI/AAAAAAAAB24/moz9iP0gTe8/s320/rakhi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103843428304702466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Raksha Bandhan&lt;/span&gt; – Raksha Bandhan (the bond of protection in Hindi) is a Hindu festival, which celebrates the relationship between brothers and sisters. It is celebrated on the full moon of the month of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shraavana&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ong back a few of our friends during our regular trips to the forests had some time waiting at the bus stop. We had an hour or so for the bus to arrive. One of us began saying “Guys let’s have a debate... For fun! ”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;“Debate?! What the..! Are you crazy...” everyone said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;“No, let’s have a small debate, some of us will talk for and some of us against... what say? Ain’t it a good idea to spend some time?” he replied to which everyone nodded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;We started off with a topic, “Siblings or single child… Which is fun...?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;The discussion went on for hours, even after the bus arrived, we spoke and fought the whole night over the topic, and got blasted by the fellow passengers in the bus, for not letting them sleep :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Well I felt it’s the right day to write a few lines on the same.  I have been the single and a pampered (of course, single goes with pampered) child. People ask us (us from here on means the single child community) “hey you are a single child to your parents? Ah! Lucky you! ”. Hmm, yeah, have been lucky in most aspects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;               Being a single kid has all its advantages, from buying the school stationery we get to choose what we want, the books as much, the crayons with all shades of blue and fluorescent. The birthday chocolates of our choice. A cycle that we want, and the best in class. Of course, the pressures and scolding’s of scoring bad in school also doubles. School fest time? Hmm... It’s the time of complete attention for us from preparing our exhibition models, to the fancy dress costume... Ah! It was fun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;After all the joyful years of schooling, when we step into the college, we are assured of a seat in the best (affordable of course) college, and the expensive tuitions… and 2 year long nonstop supply of pocket money.  It’s the time when interests begin to widen, from cycles to bikes, from uniforms to branded Jeans (Mobiles were an expensive commodity then). Ah! Now that we’ve completed with our PU, we step into engineering and some of us are fortunate to stay back with our parents, thanks to their expenditure on payment seats and management seats to assure their kid stays within their line of sight and their fear of cranky hostels, blatant ragging in college hostels are submerged.  Parents heave a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;“Ma! Roger waters comin to Bangalore ma!”, “class trip Dad!”, “Rahman’s concert!! You can also join me ma!”, “need a new guitar, only an electric guitar will do”, “Metallica’s new album”, “ ‘Ve to treat my friends on my birthday”.. Yet so many wantings, parents don’t dare to turn em down.. After all their only kid... Let him/her enjoy..! Hmm...  Of coffee days, long drives, re-valuation, the want list longer than the syllabus book :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;That was an awesome life!..  Not having anything to share not having to fight for anything  and you get what you are obstinate for … not many questions asked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/RtSA0oVQTDI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/pIqIldJ17N4/s1600-h/broken_chain_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/RtSA0oVQTDI/AAAAAAAAB3Q/pIqIldJ17N4/s320/broken_chain_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103845919385734194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Somewhere down the line, a link of the ‘awesome’ chain looks somewhat creaky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;“Hey, what’s that?!” life gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; you everything...” Very much dude. A few more things that made up the link… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;joy of snatching a chocolate from you sis, the joy of stealing her crayons, the joy of using her makeup kit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;s f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;or your fancy dresses. The quarrelling over a small issue and winning, sometimes giving up coz your parents scolded you and made you give it to her. Competing with her on the birthday gifts and the cake sizes. Sharing your c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;ycl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;e as parents didn’t get one for each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;Snatching the pocket money, or borrowing for a new pair of jeans or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; a Movie ticket. Getting caught with your girlfriend or your sis getting caught going around with the guy of her class. The umpteen blackmailing not to tell parents about it :-p. Scanning her scrapbook for something interesting to poke and tease her…  sharing the internet connection at home .. Ah! Some materialistic things you might say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tidbits you take from your sis to go and speak with interesting girls, the inside info you get from the tell-a-woman broadcast line gossips...:-P the agony aunt that she chooses to be when parents are furious at you…. The satisfaction and the happiness of a cheerful laughter, heartful smile, an empathetic tear, are a few that makes the link complete. Am sure those of you having siblings will have a different perspective, ahem! Grass is always greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;C’mon life hasn’t been unfair. …! Having a huge gang of friends’ didn’t make us feel something’s missing. Thanks to the zillions of treats, hundreds of outings, lots of trips that’s kept us all busy all through. A bunch of crazy friends is all you’ll need to freak out and give the necessary break from the monotony that work offers you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;But, Inadvertently I hear a tiny wind chime hanging in a corner of the house waving to every gush of the wind, and its sound rings in the ears everywhere. loud….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/RtR_PIVQTBI/AAAAAAAAB3A/d3KvB8Wvgx0/s1600-h/raksha-bandhan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/RtR_PIVQTBI/AAAAAAAAB3A/d3KvB8Wvgx0/s320/raksha-bandhan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103844175629011986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wishing all you brothers and sisters a very happy Raksha Bandhan! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&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/11432455-7502090050370651907?l=mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/feeds/7502090050370651907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432455&amp;postID=7502090050370651907' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/7502090050370651907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/7502090050370651907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/2007/08/missing-link.html' title='The Missing Link…'/><author><name>BHATTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617825964551785245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SCA4mlbgy4I/AAAAAAAACvY/xbUEF6Fyssg/S220/DSC_0293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/RtR-joVQTAI/AAAAAAAAB24/moz9iP0gTe8/s72-c/rakhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432455.post-2425073113968689178</id><published>2007-05-22T22:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:39:50.310+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ungrateful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deserve'/><title type='text'>Ungrateful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/RlMqx8lKUYI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZUc4h8Tw8U/s1600-h/Rodin%2520-%2520Thinker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067441043285889410" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/RlMqx8lKUYI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZUc4h8Tw8U/s320/Rodin%2520-%2520Thinker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ell, its been quite some time since i could have spared some time for a new blogpost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dunno how many of us would have thought about our jobs, cribbing about our bosses, the salaries, everything around us in office from the office boys to the admin people's work in organizing things in office. I sometimes feel we've been blessed with such beautiful and good work compared to a lot of people around the world, thanks to the good education our parents got us for all of 25 years striving hard every day.. Kudos to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The post is a very crude one, and am throwin it onto the blog just as it comes onto my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It sometimes wrenches thoughts and the feeling is that deep down guilt that shouts saying "idiot! look at them, why do you crib,... you are so blessed!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've felt it every time i see people who do odd jobs just for a living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;There is this person, at the utility building parking lot, who runs around on a wheelchair looking after all the vehicles parked in the premisis. I'm sure, the guy would make say.. 2000 per month?? yeah ..roughly.. to sustain himself and his family.. And the happiness and pride with which he does his work .. left me wondering..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And there is this person who sells groundnuts on a busy road for 1/- .. how much would this guy make? 2000 again? for his family ? is that enough?.. for a family of 4, in bangalore, 2000 sustainable, and still he does it with so much of confidence and ownership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yet another person, who sells corn near a park in rajajinagar, and i was struck when my friend told me he was a degree holder, and he took up this profession just because he had to earn a living for his family... hmm.. and we talk about us not getting proper "Work packages".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;its feels weird when i see small guys working as waiters, in restaurants doing the cleaning and serving jobs, we spend like mad, shelling out what..? 400 per meal?? hmm.. sometimes.. which is about 1/4th of his salary.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;the Bus conductor, who gives us a smile with the ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The security guy at the shopping mall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The small kids who runs around small restaurants carrying the plates..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've seen most of us squirm at these people.. Clean this, clean that.. this guy checks my bag every time... this guy doesen't have the change for a ticket.. ah! aren't these ppl doing their duties? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Have we wondered what would have happened if our bosses in the "IT" industry had squirmed at us for not meeting the deadline?? I'm sure we wud have changed jobs.. the next day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I think its time we understand, any work is good.. any work has a reason, its not that i have a good work, i have a bad work.. Its the way we take it .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've thought about my work too, saying this is good, this is bad.. hmm.. wait.! its first, we have to be dedicated in what we do, we've to think we'are paid for it.. am i worth the 20000? salary I get? am i doing the work worth my salary's worth? or even 1/2 of the worth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Its true that companies pay peanuts to us, by giving say 15$ per hr when they charge 50-70$ from their clients.. thats immaterial .. what matters or should matter to me is am I worth the money I'm being paid? Its this satisfaction and not the greed is us that should drive and guide us with the work and the dedication. All of us are good people, but somewhere down the mind the peer-pressure starts to bite.. Thats when things go outta control.. he has got it, why not me? what have i done wrong? whats my mistake.. my boss is partial.. hmm.. taken.. but i think we have to spend more time on thinking on being worth the salt than wanting more from work. Just think.. can the corn guy or the Parking guy ask for things like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Deserve before you Desire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432455-2425073113968689178?l=mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/feeds/2425073113968689178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432455&amp;postID=2425073113968689178' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/2425073113968689178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/2425073113968689178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/2007/05/ungrateful.html' title='Ungrateful...'/><author><name>BHATTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617825964551785245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SCA4mlbgy4I/AAAAAAAACvY/xbUEF6Fyssg/S220/DSC_0293.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/RlMqx8lKUYI/AAAAAAAAABE/GZUc4h8Tw8U/s72-c/Rodin%2520-%2520Thinker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432455.post-7625099937763008374</id><published>2007-03-21T01:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-23T16:38:05.839+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What's happenin with our lives ??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;m wondering where these busy schedules, the work loadthat almost all of us keep talking about, is taking us to....thesedays i have been hearing somebody telling me constantly that work isthe most important thing....i fail to understand something outhere...why is it that we all work...i always thought it is for abetter quality of life, to be able to get ur loved ones things that ualways wanted to get and so on. Not for moving away from the people ulove, not for making people feel unwanted, not for spoiling one'shealth. I cannot see "only doing good work at office" as the onlyobjective in one's life. Work is actually only a means to somethingbigger in life. People have to get this straight. I see my friendsbreak off because they are not able to find time for each other. Whatis it that they are planning to do with their lives...is breaking offa solution? Should one go ahead and give up on a relationship becauseof this reason that they are unable to give time to each other ? Arentthere ways and means by which one can solve this?I always beleived in one thing..."where there is a will there is away"...having made up one's mind to spend a lifetime with someone, isit so difficult to find 2 mins a day to say a "hi" to him/her? i neverthought this was so tough. If one can take care of these small thingsin life, there should not be any problem. The issue with ourgeneration is that people want everything to come on to themeasily....one is ready to put in 15-16 hours a day for work...theemployer is not going to hesitate to kick you out if the situationdemands it tomorrow, things are measured more by money and profits,nonetheless, we give it all this importance...but not an hour for arelationship that is supposed to last a life time, not an hour for aperson who is ready to stand by u thru all ups and downs in life , notan hour for a person who would not kick us out of his/her life, comewhat may.....what an irony this is? Is this what we want out oflife....by the time we realise the mistake we are into, i am worriedit will be too late....we would have already broken hearts andrelationships and thats precisely what is happening around.lets not do this to each other guys...lets understand the meaning ofour lives...lets understand why is that we have to work...we have towork to live, not live to work! The true essence of life and itsbeauty has to be realised...lets make life better and give people whatwhat they deserve and not take them for granted. After all, is notmaking this effort woth it??!!it is so easy to say " This is how i am. if u can put up with this,lets go ahead."....but the results of this statament are not going tobe good. Why not we try and do something for others? Why not weunderstand that by trying and doing things for others is how we aregoing to inspire them to do the same to us and this is what is goingto make our lives complete!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Keeping a smile on your face.......when inside you feel like dying means strength.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;take care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Bhatta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432455-7625099937763008374?l=mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/feeds/7625099937763008374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432455&amp;postID=7625099937763008374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/7625099937763008374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/7625099937763008374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-happenin-with-our-lives.html' title='What&apos;s happenin with our lives ??'/><author><name>BHATTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617825964551785245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SCA4mlbgy4I/AAAAAAAACvY/xbUEF6Fyssg/S220/DSC_0293.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432455.post-115109168777386251</id><published>2006-06-24T01:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:33:41.553+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adventures Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's been sometime till I felt I should blog.&lt;br /&gt;never short of pranks, thanks to friends, who joined me in al these.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with some of my adventures:&lt;br /&gt;1. Made a big hole in the hospital pillow cover when I was a baby&lt;br /&gt;2. My mom overturned d pillow to make it unnoticed. but I repeated it&lt;br /&gt;3. used to say I'll write on the higher parts of d walls when I grow bigger&lt;br /&gt;4. cut electrical wires in the house to use them to make my bulb circuit glow&lt;br /&gt;5. was fond of road rollers, and tar laying machines&lt;br /&gt;6. wanted to become a tractor driver&lt;br /&gt;7. made my dad pay a fine in train by telling a wrong age&lt;br /&gt;8. liked to stand in the middle of the main road&lt;br /&gt;9. all toys in relatives place used to go on d attic if they knew that i'd be coming&lt;br /&gt;10. wanted to break open every toy&lt;br /&gt;11. hit my cousin lakshmi with an iron rod.&lt;br /&gt;12. liked to eat hay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. spread rice huff all over the garden to make it look 'natural'&lt;br /&gt;14. wasnt alowed to see fav cartoons for a week&lt;br /&gt;15. was bit by a spider, thought i'll become one spiderman&lt;br /&gt;16. messed up a drama show in school - forgot my role&lt;br /&gt;17. used to keep 17 pencils in my pencil box&lt;br /&gt;18. hanged torn shoes to d neighbour's telephone line, coz I hated them&lt;br /&gt;19. liked putting my hand in a cow's mouth&lt;br /&gt;20. cut d gobar gas pipe, and the whole function cooking got hay wire&lt;br /&gt;21. ate paan parag with my cousin when i was in 1'st&lt;br /&gt;22. burnt tyres, coz liked the smell&lt;br /&gt;23. got first prize in school group song :-D&lt;br /&gt;24. rode tricycle in reverse always&lt;br /&gt;25. liked to pull a street dogs tail&lt;br /&gt;26. got bit once doing that&lt;br /&gt;27. 've been liking dogs more ever since&lt;br /&gt;28. jumped from a moving train, ajm, wud've been killed&lt;br /&gt;29. had a skull fracture, dived head on from first floor ;)&lt;br /&gt;30. cudnt spell 'ra' until 7th !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;More to come... &lt;/span&gt;&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/11432455-115109168777386251?l=mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/feeds/115109168777386251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432455&amp;postID=115109168777386251' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/115109168777386251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/115109168777386251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/2006/06/adventures-part-1_24.html' title='Adventures Part 1'/><author><name>BHATTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617825964551785245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SCA4mlbgy4I/AAAAAAAACvY/xbUEF6Fyssg/S220/DSC_0293.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11432455.post-111941755056405357</id><published>2005-06-22T10:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:49:10.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mirage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mirage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I hope I will blog here someday....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11432455-111941755056405357?l=mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/feeds/111941755056405357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11432455&amp;postID=111941755056405357' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/111941755056405357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11432455/posts/default/111941755056405357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysteriousmirages.blogspot.com/2005/06/mirage.html' title='Mirage'/><author><name>BHATTA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11617825964551785245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WEk1z3HrNlw/SCA4mlbgy4I/AAAAAAAACvY/xbUEF6Fyssg/S220/DSC_0293.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
