<?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-6815153756767849984</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:21:54.135+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Roo-Ba-Roo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-4893982461788235641</id><published>2010-05-02T15:21:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-02T15:41:13.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The storm was at its fiercest.&amp;nbsp;Cacophonous&amp;nbsp;lightening&amp;nbsp;and misty rain were playing hide and seek. We were holding hands and walking. Two hands that were becoming one with every step. Hearts that were coming closer with every step. World that was becoming farther with every step. The&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;wind in her hair and the&amp;nbsp;tornado in my heart were coming together in a strange symphony. The&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;hair blew onto her face, leaving only a mesmerizing glimpse of her eyes. They were sparkling with the&amp;nbsp;brightness of newly lit love. They were speaking in a language which only lovers understand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The tenderness of the&amp;nbsp;touch belied the&amp;nbsp;raging storm within. The&amp;nbsp;softness of her hand was but a ecoy for the&amp;nbsp;passion of her heart. The&amp;nbsp;wind changed direction, her hair blew away. She looked at me, face slightly raised. A single strand of hair caressing her cheeks. The&amp;nbsp;face adorned by tiny little droplets of water. A tiny droplet was making its way along her glowing cheeks. Her eyes conveyed a longing, a desire to be loved. I turned towards her, all doubts in my heart now dispelled. Putting an arm around her waist, i pulled her closer. She closed her eyes. We closed our worlds. Now it was just me and her inside the&amp;nbsp;comforting embrace of the&amp;nbsp;rain. As we came closer, the&amp;nbsp;sounds became farther. The&amp;nbsp;silence was comforting. Our lips touched, our hearts fused, and our love came alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Posted by &lt;a href="http://www.ostentatiouscorporate.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-4893982461788235641?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/4893982461788235641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=4893982461788235641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/4893982461788235641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/4893982461788235641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2010/05/kiss.html' title='The Kiss'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-4882123379646857233</id><published>2010-02-05T13:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:02:53.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Next Money Generator For Indian Telecom Sector</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The success story of Indian telecom sector is more closed to Cinderella story.&amp;nbsp; Within the time span of two decades, after the liberalization of economy, Indian telecom sector has grown exponentially. Indian is the fourth largest telecom sector in Asia, and 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; largest in the world. The current mobile penetration is around 40%. Today, there are about 500 million telecom subscribers with a net addition of more than 11 million new mobile subscribers per month.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Indian has 18 mobile circles in country and the leading telecom operators in country are Bharti Airtel, Reliance Communication, Tata Teleservices, Vodafone Idea Cellular, Aircel and BSNL. BSNL is public sector operator which enjoys a healthy market share in rural &amp;amp; semi urban areas. Besides this, last year, DoT has given new licence for new telecom operator for existing circles. The new entrant in telecom sector are Uninor (JV between Unitech &amp;amp; Telenor group), Systema Shayam, which provides its mobile services under the MTS brand, Etisalat, Docomo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The new mobile operators have started the price war in telecom sector and the call rate has touched the all time low. The new operators are coming up lower tariff plans to lure the existing customers and new one also. The sector which is growing a steady pace has seen the impact of lower call rates. The new mobile operator Docomo has started per second call rate which is one paise /per second. And this tariff war made other companies to take the same way. Presently all the companies are giving per second tariff plan which is impacting their balance sheet. The recent quarterly result has showed the impact.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The current market scenario is not much glowing as companies have reduced the call rates at lowest possible level that shows stagnant of sector.&amp;nbsp; The Indian telecom sector which is flooded with mobile services providers is on the wakeup call. Telecom companies have to think beyond call rates. The ARPU (Average revenue per User) has already gone down. Companies have to seek new money generator avenues. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The biggest non-voice money generator can be VAS (Value Added Services) services which are still in its infancy in Indian telecom market but it is growing at a faster pace. VAS market is growing at 60% rate on year-on-year. Telecom companies have to consider this medium seriously to get more revenues.&amp;nbsp; The mobile growth in tier one and two has become slow and the VAS services would be the new revenue sources there.&amp;nbsp; VAS services which included caller tune, SMS, ringtones, SMS alerts, games, wallpapers &amp;amp; songs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Presently VAS services contribute 7% revenue for mobile operators in India which has huge potential to grow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The data delivery can be the other stream which can generate the revenues for telecom operators. The high speed internet data delivery which is not available to all the customer can also be a good revenue getter. Telecom operators can provide the high speed broadband services. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;3G network, mobile internet will have its internet capabilities enhanced and we will be able to have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ilad"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;mobile broadband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mobile broad-band bound to change the entire internet experience. People who are currently using GPRS connection to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ilad"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;surf the internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;while they are on the move using their mobile phones, PDAs and Laptops know how convenient it is to have ‘internet on the move’. And this will enhance the mobile revenues. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The telecom company should focus more on above mentioned streams which will generate the huge money for them. The present tariff war will do the harm to the telecom companies and the customer would be the most benefited from this price war. The leading operators like Airtel, Reliance &amp;amp; Vodafone have already started focusing on VAS &amp;amp; High-speed data delivery to beat the price war. As of now the complete VAS market is at around $ 923 million of which enterprise mobility market is around 22 % (courtesy BDA analyst) The Indian telecom sector which is estimated o be US$30 billion &amp;nbsp;industry will be&amp;nbsp;growing 13%&amp;nbsp;approximate by 2013 on he basis of Gartner research&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;). &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&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/6815153756767849984-4882123379646857233?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/4882123379646857233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=4882123379646857233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/4882123379646857233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/4882123379646857233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2010/02/next-money-generator-for-indian-telecom.html' title='The Next Money Generator For Indian Telecom Sector'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-3153179815771071596</id><published>2010-01-19T18:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:40:50.445+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/S1WuLD1ucII/AAAAAAAAATc/I2SCSDPVP6s/s1600-h/Hands4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/S1WuLD1ucII/AAAAAAAAATc/I2SCSDPVP6s/s320/Hands4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;The relationships are the most complicated thing on this earth. Complicated like mingled wire. One has to give enough time to sustain it. Relationships always require lots of efforts and patience and to make it successful than one has to be pro-active. The nature of relationship are varies but the common thing between them is eccentricity. The best part is that there is no school or college where you can learn the tricks to maintain the relationship. Every relationship teaches you different aspects, you end up learning so many things by each of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;People do complain about relationships. They blame their partners for the failure of it and try to wash their hands. Few people tend to show excessive possessiveness and that end up in bitterness. One has to give ample space to his/her partner in relationship. We try to impose our thoughts on other that also resulted in ending up relationship. We must listen to other person first. Also one should be flexible enough to make it workable. Unnecessary assumptions &amp;amp; directives can also create hiatus.&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/6815153756767849984-3153179815771071596?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/3153179815771071596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=3153179815771071596&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3153179815771071596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3153179815771071596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2010/01/relationship.html' title='Relationship'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/S1WuLD1ucII/AAAAAAAAATc/I2SCSDPVP6s/s72-c/Hands4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-7171094541320312474</id><published>2009-10-30T17:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:22:37.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>Stress &amp; smoking  has become my companions for the last few weeks. I feel under pressure- It seems now I have lost my zeal and I m heading toward the restlessness. Due to this (or my inability to cope up with pressure) I have started smoking which I know is not good for health. I find myself in deep dark. I wish I could escape. Just want to run away but I don’t where to find solace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-7171094541320312474?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/7171094541320312474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=7171094541320312474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7171094541320312474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7171094541320312474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='.......'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-5720750070807679772</id><published>2009-09-07T15:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:21:39.542+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Planning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt; After working five days in office, last two days of week always bring lots of energy and freshness in life. The weekend helps to get ride of tiredness and mental burden. I firmly believe in having a good time on weekend. Actually it is must. I do not plan in advance for these two days much but I still end up doing few things like watching movie, swimming, reading, lots of sleep and lots of gossip with friends. &lt;br /&gt;The best thing on weekend is to get up late in morning, sometime sleep might continue till afternoon. Basking in bed wearing shorts is the leisure which one can do. Also skipping morning shower is like breaking rules. Actually there are so many things to do which might help to rejuvenate. Like watching movie with friends, does not matter which movie you watch but your friends company will sure make you happy. You can also watch Play on weekend as most of the theaters run Play on weekend.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a foodie than exploring the food junction of the city is not a bad idea or else if you like cooking then kitchen is the best place to show your culinary skills.&lt;br /&gt;Also utilize your time to pursue new hobbies that will sure bring freshness in your life. Go for a small trip to nearby places which are closer to your city.&lt;br /&gt;One way to make your weekend adventurous is to drive your bike on highways and eat at roadside Dhaba but make sure you don’t drink &amp;amp; drive.&lt;br /&gt;Besides these things there are other evergreen options like going disc, a beer party with old friends. Also people who have girlfriend can ravage their time with them. &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/6815153756767849984-5720750070807679772?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/5720750070807679772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=5720750070807679772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/5720750070807679772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/5720750070807679772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend-planning.html' title='Weekend Planning'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-2636262592113854961</id><published>2009-09-03T15:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:23:04.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Her eyes were bright and big enough to express the emotions instead of using words. The curly hair was falling on her forehead that made her look more gorgeous. The outline of her lips was clear and she uttered each and every word sweetly and with a delicacy. It seems her lips were weighting the words before it come out form her chops. A sense of sincerity was evident from her body language which making others to think twice before utter a single word. She had big aura around her but she was not conceited but approachable &amp;amp; loveable. The time would sure ask her before aging her and the cruelty of age would dither to strike her. She was a woman of substance.&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/6815153756767849984-2636262592113854961?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/2636262592113854961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=2636262592113854961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2636262592113854961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2636262592113854961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/09/beautiful-one.html' title='Beautiful one'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-5616176128357758418</id><published>2009-09-02T12:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:38:55.455+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;I might sound strange but I feel that there is nothing called success or happiness which we think would give feeling of contentment. On other side when you get or achieve the desired thing or so called success than you find yourself emptier and the very moment you start looking for more. This MORE becomes your next goal. I think it’s our human nature which makes us run after the things. This is endless process and one never gets satisfaction. All these materialistic things only cause restlessness lifelong. The sense of emptiness nevr gets end.&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/6815153756767849984-5616176128357758418?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/5616176128357758418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=5616176128357758418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/5616176128357758418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/5616176128357758418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-empty.html' title='Feeling Empty'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-2981560607060188703</id><published>2009-07-31T10:48:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:41:35.912+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letter To A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;It all started with orkut, chat and then talk on phone but suddenly all these have come to a halt. The commencing of friendship was really good one but the way we are taking it to an end is not really decent. I cherish your friendship and this relationship. I am not able to find the reasons why we are making distance or creating remoteness between us? Why we have become stranger again? I am not here to impress you with my writing and thoughts but just to fathom out the reason of being unapproachable. I am not trying to remind your promise here but to get the answers of being silent. You know the value of relationship is to take it forward not to abandon in amid. It's not necessary to change the status of relationship but to strengthen it.&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays we hardly talk or chat, I know you have just got good start of career so you have paucity of time. I am not asking you to give me buzz or chat now and then but your cold response leaves me pondering. I am just bother about the way we are ending this relationship, although you have full right to do whatever you want. I hope you will not take it as a letter of complains, it's just a communiqué to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to end this relationship in decent manner not like this dyeing slow death। I was always (still today) very excited about this relationship and if this is the time to end this relationship than it should be in proper way, without any grouse, as ending always matters. I won't say much now, I think I have written enough it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great time ahead&lt;br /&gt;With Love&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/6815153756767849984-2981560607060188703?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/2981560607060188703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=2981560607060188703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2981560607060188703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2981560607060188703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/07/letter-to-friend.html' title='Letter To A Friend'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-5454306186792883832</id><published>2009-06-23T13:09:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:04:51.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A lot can happen over coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SkCPlRgkYRI/AAAAAAAAASI/MFmmv7AESak/s1600-h/lovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350434227834085650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SkCPlRgkYRI/AAAAAAAAASI/MFmmv7AESak/s400/lovers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On last Sunday afternoon, I was sitting in my neighborly Coffee café day to beat the summer heat। I found it good way to chill out in café and gulp lots of cold coffee &amp;amp; ice creams. In my casual style, I was basking on chair and took a magazine to kill the time. In meanwhile, a girl wearing a light pink suit (traditional salwar Kamiz) entered the café. My eyes were on her, she was looking beautiful which made me notice her activities. She seemed to be waiting for someone that made her look little restless. She was over a phone and was giving direction to someone to locate this place. On other side, I was sipping my coffee. The girl than went outside the café and was back again in a minute, accompanied with her parents as she said “papa, they will be reaching soon”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The café boy, in their trade mark smile, approached to them and greeted and asked for order। The girl asked the café boy to arrange few more chairs and told him that few more people is about to reach here. She was looking tensed as well as her parents. By the time, I had guessed that the girl is meeting a boy for marriage. A meeting was fixed by her parents to see the guy and judge him in next 30 minutes which was very herculean task to complete. I was simply observing the girl activities and was trying to listen their conversation. I know this is not good hobby to listen others privet conversation but I was so curios that I could not resist to do so. Suddenly the boy accompanied his parents and sister entered the café and that brought the smile on girl face. They greeted each other and occupied the seats. The boy, who was wearing black shirt &amp;amp; blue denim, was looking little fatty. I could see the shyness on girl’s face. Even boy was also feeling awkward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the families seemed to be shy and were hesitant to say something; in meanwhile girl’s father asked the café boy to serve the cold water and placed the order। They started conversation to know more about each other that made the situation little light. A few minutes later, boy’s sister showed some smartness and asked her brother and girl to sit aside, lonely, to be friendlier. Both, the boy and girl nodded their head in yes and went to other side of café and seated in corner to know more about each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My cold coffee was about to finish and I wanted to go but my curiosity about the meeting between boy &amp;amp; girl made me to stay there. I was wondering how somebody can judge a person in an hour’s meeting. It made me to think over it. Although it also reminded me the strong roots of arrange marriage institution in India. The place for the meeting, the coffee café day, was amazing. People say that a lot can happen over coffee. I hope the same, in their case too. &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/6815153756767849984-5454306186792883832?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/5454306186792883832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=5454306186792883832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/5454306186792883832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/5454306186792883832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/06/lot-can-happen-over-coffee.html' title='A lot can happen over coffee'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SkCPlRgkYRI/AAAAAAAAASI/MFmmv7AESak/s72-c/lovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-3839693734719208820</id><published>2009-06-12T14:21:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:34:49.018+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Go Green! Introspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SjIZhvQ5RqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/DR5mbhecOjM/s1600-h/pic03.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346363775055906466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SjIZhvQ5RqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/DR5mbhecOjM/s400/pic03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;Go Green is the buzz of the town। If you pick any newspapers or tune into TV channels then you would find people speaking or giving lectures on global warming. A lot of noise is making over the climate change that will surely educate the people to use natural ways to keep the climate in control. Global warming has become the global phenomenon which is indeed the need of the hour too, otherwise coming generation will have to pay the heavy prices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;So much has been written and talked about the GW (Global Warming)। One can easily find dignitaries showing concerned over it and NGOs taking it like a Mission Impossible way. Government has also come up with so many communication plans to educate people &amp;amp; show concern over the GW. In simple words, everyone, including, Govt. NGOs etc making huge cry over it but frankly speaking, I find it mare a talk point. I am not denying that global warming or climate change is not an issue. It is, and this is the biggest ever crisis we are facing on earth. But point is that we are only just talking about the GW and all the discussions are on papers. We lack sincerity to do something on climate change. All over the world, including in India, hardly any steps have been taken to do the damage control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;To justify my point I give you a live example of power misuse in Delhi। Recently Delhi government constructed the state of the art steel Bus Q Shelters in the city. No doubt these Bus Q Shelters look good and enhance the beauty of the city. These Bus Q shelters are also being used for advertising; you will find dazzling &amp;amp; glossy hoarding there. To make the ad visible &amp;amp; shiny during the night time, these hoarding or Q shelters use large no of tube lights and consume huge electricity. A single Q shelters uses 72 tube lights in night (I have counted personally). If you assume that there are 1500(it might be more) Bus Q shelters in the city than 1, 0, 8,000 tube lights are burn in the night all over the city. A single tube light consumes about 3 units of electricity from evening to till dawn than it means 3, 24,000 units of electricity consume only by Q shelters for no use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;As per my knowledge, a single tube light consume 180 watt in a night. If I calculate further, 1, 0, 8,000 tube lights would consume around 2.5 KW of electricity in a single night in Delhi. This is a shear waste of electricity. Do we need such hoarding or shelters where so much of electricity is consumed?&lt;br /&gt;We talk about using solar powers and natural ways and save energy but on other side we are wasting so much of power। We need to cut such opulence use of power to save the environment &amp;amp; climate. If we take smaller steps to stop misusing power than we can surly help to control the climate change but mere words cannot fulfill the purpose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;The funniest thing is that recently Delhi government came up with a social ad campaign for Electricity Saving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-3839693734719208820?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/3839693734719208820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=3839693734719208820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3839693734719208820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3839693734719208820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-green-introspective.html' title='Go Green! Introspective'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SjIZhvQ5RqI/AAAAAAAAAR4/DR5mbhecOjM/s72-c/pic03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-6595748722737774563</id><published>2009-05-31T09:47:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:10:04.264+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Hany &amp; Misonita</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Century Gothic"; 	panose-1:2 11 5 2 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} p 	{mso-margin-top-alt:auto; 	margin-right:0in; 	mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; 	margin-left:0in; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.il 	{mso-style-name:il;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="  color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; about Hany and Misonita. Its funny, cartoonic, but romantic too…you can name to anything. But it’s an interesting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; – about two different persons. Let me introduce to you Hany- he is a smart, handsome, naughty and daring teenager. He is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; dream boy for many teenager girls. Hany is very popular among his friends for his dressing sense and stylist act. His parents love him too much and he is apple of his mother’ eye. But his mother is always bother about his mischief therefore neighbors always come to his mom with complains about him. Hany has made a record of breaking glass of neighbor’s window by his ball but still he is being loved by everyone. Everybody treats him as a special one which makes other boys of his age jealous. Hey …I am not praising him much!!!! Hany is sweet boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Moving further,  I brief you about Misonita. She is beautiful, sweet, charming girl. Every boy of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; town wants to talk to her and wish to be friend of her. She is a dream girl, boys of her age sees her in their dreams. Misonita, people also call her Miso lovingly, is blessed with a lovely smile. Her eyes color is blue and her hair is long and falls on her face. Miso is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; world for her mom n dad. Her parents believe that she is most beautiful gift given by god to them. Miso’ father treats her as a fairy and he thinks she is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="il"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; girl in form of Fairy. Miso is a big hearted girl; she can not see anyone in pain and suffering. Henceforth she is always ready to help others which make her eye candy of everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Nardex where Hany and Miso live is a small but beautiful town surrounded with hills and forest and one could easily see the ice covered peaks afar. People of Nardex is very nice &amp;amp; peace loving, they come forward to help each other. On every Sunday morning people gather outside Saint’ Peter’s church to offer Sunday prayer that makes them happy and deepen their faith in god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Miso also goes to church to attend Sunday prayers with her parents and she has deep faith in god। But contrary to Miso, Hany does not like to go to church but his parents make sure that he attends the Sunday prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;  font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: right; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-6595748722737774563?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/6595748722737774563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=6595748722737774563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6595748722737774563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6595748722737774563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/05/story-of-hany-misonita.html' title='The Story of Hany &amp; Misonita'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-1461600357263702128</id><published>2009-04-30T14:45:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:17:31.651+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A visit to Gurdwara Bangla Sahib</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SfltXLETnTI/AAAAAAAAARg/UECMXfPza-8/s1600-h/Bangla+Sahib+pic+for+Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SfltXLETnTI/AAAAAAAAARg/UECMXfPza-8/s400/Bangla+Sahib+pic+for+Blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330411878844964146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Last Saturday I visited Gurdwara Bangla Sahib, a holy place for Sikh community. Located in the heart of the city near CP, Bangla Sahib is a prominent Sikh Gurdwara which is built on the place where once eight Sikh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Guru Har Krishan Ji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt; resided during his stay in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;. And thousands of devotees visit it everyday to bow their head and pay reverence to Guru Granth sahib ji. I find this place very serene and calm and one can easily feel the presence of divine power. This is a beautiful place and the white marble building is visible from afar with its unique architecture and design. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;I along with my friend reached there around 10 o’clock in night.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;We washed our feet &amp;amp; hand first and than headed to main hall of the building with covered head to revere our prayers to Guru Granth Ji sahib. The place was full with followers varied from the all age group. It seemed that everyone was there to denounce their worries and to confer themselves in the feet of Guru Sahib. The place where the Guru Granth Sahib Ji was positioned had heavenly atmosphere and it was decorated with flowers which were spreading the sweet fragrance all over there. We bowed our heads to guru Granth ji sahib and prayed for a moment and than came out form the main dome of the building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Outside there fresh breeze was blowing that made our body relaxed. One of the interesting thing about the Gurdwaras is their LUNGAR (Community Food service at free of cost). All the gurudwars provide free lunger – this is considered as the PRASAD (Holy blessings) of guru sahib. We also wanted to have the Lunger but by the time we reached there, lunger was closed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Bangla Sahib is spread over a huge land and it also has a Sarovar (Pond). Devotees take bath in holy Sarovar, it is believed that if you take bath there than you would be blessed with Guru’ love &amp;amp; fortune. It was filled up with clean water which was inviting us to take a dip. And we could not resist ourselves to soak in holy pond. Although we had already planned for bath so we did carry our xtra cloths. We dipped in Sarovar- the water was cold which was shaking us. It was amazing to take bath in open air with viewing Gurudwara sahib ji and water was reflecting the picturesque view of white marble Gurdwara Sahib. For the next half hour, we were in Sarovar and utilized the opportunity fully to enjoy. It was the great experience- a memorable one. Our body was relaxed and cool. We dint want to come out from the water but finally we had to finish it up as we were to reach home also. I would say this was one of the best night out I did with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;my friends and when we are moving towards home our body and mind both were at peace. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-1461600357263702128?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/1461600357263702128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=1461600357263702128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/1461600357263702128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/1461600357263702128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/04/visit-to-gurdwara-bangla-sahib.html' title='A visit to Gurdwara Bangla Sahib'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SfltXLETnTI/AAAAAAAAARg/UECMXfPza-8/s72-c/Bangla+Sahib+pic+for+Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-3812574245983511602</id><published>2009-04-09T11:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:39:49.685+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Imagination + Dream + Hope = Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/Sd2L9n6uhSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yT3e3vCx41g/s1600-h/42-19718222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/Sd2L9n6uhSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yT3e3vCx41g/s400/42-19718222.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322564225425376546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The wait is longer than expected and the chariot of time is passing quickly. The thousands of gallops are carrying it to unknown destination. Standing alone on the sideways, i find myself in a dilemma to ride it or not. I ask myself that is it worth to wait or should i start my expedition along with the passing time but my quest to solve this puzzle remain unanswerable. By each passing day, i can see the wait is becoming longer and sorer. I even myself don’t know that how to take it to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I grilled myself to fathom out the wait. The deeper i thought, the more i got perplexed. I don’t have definition of my wait. But all i can say that wait is quills of the dreams. We dream, we love to dream. Unlimited, boundless and enormous- dream. We, human, believe in dreams and love to see these dreams to get concrete shaped. And our mind draws the sketches of these dreams, a hope of fulfillment starts hovering in our mind.  A thin line between the mind and the sketches of dreams turn into wait. Our desire to see our dreams in live lasted in wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;And same is happening with me, my raw sketches of dreams are floating in my mind. A hope of accomplishment, an anticipation to live them lively is striking somewhere and which end up in wait. I dream- i imagine that keeps me walking. These endless sketches of imagination become the motivation to live; cause to do the things which are not possible. Sometime wait is sweet, beautiful and sometime wait can be reason behind your sleepless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;But all these good words cannot minus my pain of wait. Wait is on and getting longer and time is running fast. I wish time would take me along in this journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-3812574245983511602?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/3812574245983511602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=3812574245983511602&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3812574245983511602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3812574245983511602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/04/imagination-dream-hope-wait.html' title='Imagination + Dream + Hope = Wait'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/Sd2L9n6uhSI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yT3e3vCx41g/s72-c/42-19718222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-2252183972185047310</id><published>2009-03-30T15:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:35:53.078+05:30</updated><title type='text'>इंतजार</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SdCcQDol0CI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Hbn0ohYPdwc/s1600-h/Endless_Wait1_2_digimarc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SdCcQDol0CI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Hbn0ohYPdwc/s400/Endless_Wait1_2_digimarc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318922959591952418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;बदस्तूर जारी है तेरा इंतजार, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;लम्हा लम्हा गवाह है इस मुखालिफ़ का-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);  font-weight: bold; line-height: 15px;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-2252183972185047310?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/2252183972185047310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=2252183972185047310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2252183972185047310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2252183972185047310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_30.html' title='इंतजार'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SdCcQDol0CI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Hbn0ohYPdwc/s72-c/Endless_Wait1_2_digimarc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-3706154712761575668</id><published>2009-03-20T14:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:44:54.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/ScNlDzMvWfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cQEXEsyXr7U/s1600-h/42-20711865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/ScNlDzMvWfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cQEXEsyXr7U/s400/42-20711865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315203101184973298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The bare foot on sand was leaving the mark; we held each others hand softly with promise to hold them for forever and our fingers find a way to mingle easily. A wave of joy just passed the body and we saw IT in each other’ eye. Both were hesitant to express it but blush on faces, made it no secret. Our journey had just began, her eyelid were down like leaves of tree after a rain. We gazed in each other eyes and mutely swear to take this relationship till we die. My heart was jumping like a boat passing tidy water, I wished to utter my feelings but silence seemed to be more expressive rather than words. Her hair was falling on her face and she was looking gorgeous and timeless beauty. A thousand of thoughts came in mind. Little steps seemed to be big leap than it was actually. Neither she nor I wanted to have an end of this walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6815153756767849984-3706154712761575668?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/3706154712761575668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=3706154712761575668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3706154712761575668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3706154712761575668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/03/walk.html' title='The Walk'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/ScNlDzMvWfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/cQEXEsyXr7U/s72-c/42-20711865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-7627674253385008368</id><published>2009-03-05T15:43:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:46:16.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who is throwing party tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/Sa-oAcsv01I/AAAAAAAAAP0/D1LthAtyJtI/s1600-h/42-21708848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/Sa-oAcsv01I/AAAAAAAAAP0/D1LthAtyJtI/s400/42-21708848.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309647211350446930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Few incidents leave funny marks in life, and when you look back at them, you just end up by smiling. I had also come across to such incident, where I got embarrassed like never before but today when I recall that incident I just laugh on myself. Here it goes. I was on official trip, after a hectic day, I was resting in my hotel room than suddenly my cell rang. It was Naveen, a journalist in local newspaper, made me call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;“Hey how are you? Where are you? What’s plan?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; he enquired in a single stretch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. “I am fine yaar, just back after the meeting, you tell”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I replied. Although I knew that what Naveen was going to ask me? Just a week before Naveen’ elder brother got married and he personally invited me and wanted me to attend the marriage. I had a promised with him but I could not keep my words. On other side he said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;“hey you did not turn up, very bad”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I was expecting these words from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;“I am sorry yaar, could not come but anyway congrts”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I defended myself. When you are in corporate world, you do false promises for the sake of good relationship and I did the same thing with Naveen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;“Anyway let’s meet up yaar, will have good time”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; he said. I could easily make out that he wanted to go for drink. “Sure buddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; I could not attend the marriage, let’s celebrate it now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; its party time” I replied and was happy that Naveen wants to celebrate it with me. In next fifteen minutes, we were in a bar named Vineyard and Naveen was accompanied with two other guys both were the journalists from the reputed newspapers. And we greeted each other and occupied a corner table and ordered our favorite drinks and also ordered few cookies to eat. It was nice bar with good interior; room fragrance was more than normal which slightly was making my nose on alert. We gulped couple of glasses of drinks and discussed everything which is not unusual as alcohol makes people chatter box. The Vineyard was city’ most popular bar and it was touching its capacity at peak hours, people were waiting for their turn to come in. Visitors were really having good time in bar and were busy in sipping drinks &amp;amp; smoking and one could easily see the curly small fogy clouds of cigarette smoke there. We continued our drinks and ordered one after one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/Sa-pflNwWbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ny4KRKSQJT4/s1600-h/42-21558890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/Sa-pflNwWbI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ny4KRKSQJT4/s400/42-21558890.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309648845723949490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It was past to ten, when we realized to finish up our last drink, in mean time, we requested attendant to get the cheque. By this time, we all were intoxicated and one could easily make out it. The attendant bought the bill to our table with big smile in hoping to get a tip. For a few minutes, bill was laid on table; no one was worried to check the amount. All of us were pretending to be a royal invitee. I asked Naveen to settle the bill as we all were tired and getting late to sleep. And here the real drama began. Naveen came closer to me and whispered in my ear. I just shouted “what, no it’s not me”. Naveen just told me that it’s me who is throwing party not he. I was shocked to hear this. He simply called me in eve and asked me to have drink and I clearly mentioned him to celebrate his brother’ marriage and I thought that he is giving me party as I missed his bro’ wedding. Now we all were seeing each other with open mouth. All were in state of dumbfound. And unfortunately I was neither carrying that much of money with me nor my credit cards. It was an embarrassing situation and I was cursing myself to being greedy. It happened first time in my life and I dint know who to blame for it. We all collected the money and somehow we managed to pay the amount. And the worst part was that the two guys who were accompanying Naveen had to contribute the money. We paid the bill and headed to our way and we dint even dare to look back at the Vineyard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-7627674253385008368?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/7627674253385008368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=7627674253385008368&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7627674253385008368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7627674253385008368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/03/who-is-throwing-party-tonight.html' title='Who is throwing party tonight?'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/Sa-oAcsv01I/AAAAAAAAAP0/D1LthAtyJtI/s72-c/42-21708848.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-2291457500365281025</id><published>2009-03-01T14:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:08:30.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>वजह</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;गोया लाख वजह है तेरे पास हम से खफा होने की ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;फकत एक वजह है यहां तुम्हें रिझाने की - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-2291457500365281025?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/2291457500365281025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=2291457500365281025&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2291457500365281025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2291457500365281025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='वजह'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-4803966417007985977</id><published>2009-02-05T16:56:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:39:58.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ways To Beat Recession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrcp__wUEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/goYakcyRiL4/s1600-h/scan0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrcp__wUEI/AAAAAAAAAPU/goYakcyRiL4/s400/scan0029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299290525666398274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Pink Slip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYraJkr8qUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Mz63udc0kfs/s1600-h/scan0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYraJkr8qUI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Mz63udc0kfs/s400/scan0028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299287769556494658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Delay Your Divorce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrZCfS9vKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GMpE8-lEGIc/s1600-h/scan0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrZCfS9vKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/GMpE8-lEGIc/s400/scan0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299286548338818210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Sport a new Look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrYPLFyfhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/nrrKzFewtYs/s1600-h/scan0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrYPLFyfhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/nrrKzFewtYs/s400/scan0027.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299285666741517842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Invest in Bonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrX7McDXwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JvjQEtPglX0/s1600-h/scan0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrX7McDXwI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JvjQEtPglX0/s400/scan0026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299285323505950466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Get Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);  font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrXfUVeLWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LRQBYAgM5jQ/s1600-h/scan0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrXfUVeLWI/AAAAAAAAAOs/LRQBYAgM5jQ/s400/scan0024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299284844589493602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Tighten your Belt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrXHBf6JcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8CNOC2o7JQI/s1600-h/scan0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrXHBf6JcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/8CNOC2o7JQI/s400/scan0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299284427216135618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Be Busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);  font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYrNzLxNL3I/AAAAAAAAAOM/vBXCQSYZW5k/s1600-h/scan0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYLSGDP0cuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/k_zZuQdfGPE/s400/women-question-fear-L72.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The recent attack on girls partying in a Mangalore’ bar is shocking. It’s totally disgusting and insolent act. The so called Shri Ram Sena activists misbehaved with girls (I would rather say molestation of girls) who were outing there. Such type of incident should not take place in a civilized society. This appalling act is done by the handful people of pity ideology who boost themselves as the custodian of the cultural &amp;amp; the ethics. I wonder whom they represent. Who has given them rights to be moral police or act like a barbarian guard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Do we really need them as a social custodian? I think answers would be the NO unanimously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. These so called reformers, in the name of Hinduism, want to enforce their sick ideology. Actually these people are mentally bankrupt which do reflect in their acts. According them, woman should not go to pub or consume alcohol which is against our culture and ethics. But I wonder from where such baseless arguments they get. If you peep into the history, there would be plenty of examples, where woman used to consume alcohol and used to go for outing. Although in that time there was no pub culture but woman used to be present at Hunting Party, Jalsa and annual festivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a free country like India, everyone has equal rights. If their male counterparts can go to pub and drink than why can’t woman do all these things? Are we living in under Taliban regime or in jingoism? Do we need to follow such ruthless rules? In a civilized society, you can not coerce your thoughts &amp;amp; prejudges on other people. Tomorrow these frenetic would ask women to not to wear jeans or would raise question over working women. This is simply an act of invectiveness of women right and freedom. It’s really unfortunate to see such inane acts in the era of science.&lt;br /&gt;And it seems this is the season of Sena evolutions. So many so called Sena have formed in various part of country to protect the culture &amp;amp; ethics. They are in plenty of numbers- and their name sounds quite interesting also like Shiv Sena, Akhil Bhartiya Sena, Maharstra Nav Nirman Sena, and the last not least- Shri Ram Sena. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;These self proclaimed cultural harbingers are grown up like weeds and need to be chopped in time so that such Taliban acts can be prevented to take place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;. It’s the right time to rein them. I condemn their act without giving a second thought. &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/6815153756767849984-824624608574360614?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/824624608574360614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=824624608574360614&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/824624608574360614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/824624608574360614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/01/talibani-act-in-mangalore.html' title='Talibani act in Mangalore'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SYLSGDP0cuI/AAAAAAAAAN8/k_zZuQdfGPE/s72-c/women-question-fear-L72.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-5259795801039814467</id><published>2009-01-21T10:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:02:40.120+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Indian Automobile Industry – An Overview</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Indian automobile industry has come a long way to from the era of the Ambassador car to Maruti 800 to latest M&amp;amp;M Xylo. An industry is highly competitive with a number of global and Indian companies present today. It is growing at a pace of around 18% per annum for the last five years and is projected to be the third largest auto industry by 2030 and just behind to US &amp;amp; China, according to a report. The industry is estimated to be a US$ 34 billion industry.&lt;br /&gt;Indian Automobile industry can be divided into three segments i.e. two wheeler, three wheeler &amp;amp; four wheeler segment. Two wheeler segments enjoys 75% market share of automobile industry, followed by passenger vehicles with the 16% share of market. Three wheeler segments have merely 4% share in domestic market. The domestic two-wheeler market is dominated by Indian as well as foreign players such as Hero Honda, Bajaj Auto, Honda Motors, TVS Motors, and Suzuki etc. Maruti Udyog and Tata Motors are the leading passenger car manufacturers in the country. And India is considered as strategic market by Suzuki, Yamaha, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major players have not left any stone unturned to be global. Major of the players have got into the merger activities with their foreign counterparts. Like Maruti with Suzuki, Hero with Honda, Tata with Fiat and latest Mahindra with Renault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two-wheeler segment, motorcycles have the major share, Hero Honda, the leading bike manufacturer has more than 50% share in two-wheeler segment, followed by Bajaj Auto. In passenger car segment, Maruti Suzuki contributes the 52% market share, with complete monopoly over the small car segments. M&amp;amp;M enjoy the 42% market share in Multi Utility Vehicle in domestic market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Auto industry in 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the major auto companies enjoyed the high growth ride till the mid 2008. But at the end of the year, industry had to face the hard truth and witnessed the fall in sales compared to last year. In December 2008, overall production fell by 22 % over the same month last year. Global recession has hit the Indian auto industry, India is strong and growing industry but the impact of recession is evident now on industry as sales &amp;amp; growth of automobile companies have declined.&lt;br /&gt;Passenger Vehicles segment registered negative growth. One of its supporting facts is that the sales in December 2008 for passenger vehicles fell by 13.86% over December 2007. Maruti- the leading car manufacturer, registered 10% fall in sells (56293 units), as compared to December’07 (62,515 units). But interestingly, Hyundai motors, the second largest car maker of country, registered a growth in sells, with the help of export; Hyundai Motors reported 19% growth.&lt;br /&gt;Two Wheelers registered minor growth of 1.85 % during April – December 2008. However, Two Wheelers sales recorded 15.43 percent fall in December 2008 over the same month last year. In two wheeler segment, Hero Honda has witnessed 10% fall (215,931 units in Dec 2008) in sales as compared to December 2007 (240,532 units). Bajaj Automobile has registered 33% fall in its over all two wheeler sells, compared to last year. The company has reported 37% negative growth in bike sells.&lt;br /&gt;Although the year 2008 saw a record launches of new products of various categories. Maruti launched A Star, its new small segment car. Honda Motors launched the new version of Honda city, its best selling sedan, also Civic Hybrid. Hyundai motor was not also far behind, in the end of the year, Hyundai launched its much awaited sedan i20.&lt;br /&gt;In Bikes segments, this year was full of happening. Yamaha introduced its two new hi-end models YZF &amp;amp; R15. Suzuki Motorcycle India also launched its legendary bike Hayausa &amp;amp; Intruder in Indian market. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Road ahead- 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The Indian automobile market is expected to grow by 9%. Although the industry has faced the brunt of recession, the sales figures of December’08 are the true indicator of bang of global slow down. India with growing middle class, strong economy (although recession has hit the economy, but to be on positive side, will come over soon) and with trained workforce has a strong future of automobile industry. All the big foreign players are eyeing on Indian market. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;· &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Japanese company Nissan Motors has identified India as its global manufacturing hub&lt;br /&gt;· Hyundai has invested huge money in India and has positioned it as small car manufacturing hub in the word&lt;br /&gt;· General Motors, Mercedes –Benz, Skoda Auto, all have big plans for India and will invest huge funds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It is sacrilege to say that the world economy has been undergoing with the huge crisis. And automobile industry is not far behind in league. Undoubtedly, the coming time would be a challenge for the automobile industry. Bike manufacturers have already started facing the problems, loan &amp;amp; finance for new bike is not available easily in semi urban &amp;amp; rural market. Banks and other financial institutions have baked out from finance.&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all these, this year will see a positive growth with some new launches of cars &amp;amp; bikes. We should not forget the launch of much awaited Tata Nano which will soon be seen on Indian roads. Bajaj Auto is planning to roll out 6 new bikes in the year 2009. Hero Honda, Suzuki Motorcycle, Yamaha India, all is set to knock the Indian market with their new products.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that Indian automobile industry is bit immune in comparison to its competitors. Global big three, GM, Ford &amp;amp; Chrysler are not in good state of health, US Govt. has released a bailout, Considering all these facts &amp;amp; current situations, we can conclude the following :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;· &lt;em&gt;Indian automobile industry may face the liquidity crunch in the upcoming months. Few projects have already been on halt. For example, Honda Motors has stopped work on its upcoming project in Rajasthan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;· Sells may drop in the upcoming months as the finance for the new products are easily not available. Motorcycle manufactures will face the brunt of financial institutions unwillingness of providing loans to the smaller cities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;· The Government of India should make the norms and policies bit lenient like making the loan process easier &amp;amp; affordable, asking the public sector banks to cut the interest rates, etc.&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/6815153756767849984-5259795801039814467?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/5259795801039814467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=5259795801039814467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/5259795801039814467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/5259795801039814467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/01/indian-automobile-industry-overview.html' title='Indian Automobile Industry – An Overview'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-1767048757716916593</id><published>2009-01-14T13:49:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:58:34.917+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wht is dis honey, pls mind ur language!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SW2pHxtAFvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YeSSGPXvOqc/s1600-h/mind_your_language.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291071088296466162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SW2pHxtAFvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YeSSGPXvOqc/s400/mind_your_language.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Few xtra words to show your affections and gesture of virtual care can lead to a situation of humiliation. Believe me, showing more friendliness (a little flashiness of words too) might put you in awkward positions. A few days back, I text to a female friend and I used the word “Honey”. I wrote “Its ok honey”. In reply I bombarded with this line “Wht is dis honey, pls mind ur language”. I was just shocked &amp;amp; speechless. I verified my text again and again which I sent to her. Yeah I had used the word Honey. What to say now, in hurried, I replied to her SORRY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In the days of internet &amp;amp; mobile telephony, we use such words on a frequent note. Most of the time our cell phone flash words like dear, yaar, men, dude, honey, lovely, baby etc. Going by the time, we have started using such words, which have different meaning in real sense but we use as a general words for greeting. Sometime, I myself think who the hell is baby or honey here me or the person who text to me. If I go by the age, I do not fall in this category. Jokes apart, but it gives feel good factor. Of course yaar, we love to hear nice words. We all want to be pampered, that's the human nature. But still we should be precautious while using such words as the other person might perceive it in different meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just to look into the back, in 80s &amp;amp; 90s, we people used to say &lt;strong&gt;“Hello”&lt;/strong&gt; to greet friends. Hello than changed into &lt;strong&gt;Hi&lt;/strong&gt;. And for the more comfort level, Hi has changed into &lt;strong&gt;Hey.&lt;/strong&gt; Now we say Hey man, hey buddy. If you don’t believe it than go and watch the bollywood flicks which reflects the current trend better. We hardly notice all these changes but once we peep into the past than we realize how drastically things have altered. Interestingly, we all want to go by the latest tech &amp;amp; gadgets. We have adapted a new lingo to go with netizens, mobizens and cellizens (people who use mobile phones). To boost up ourselves, at the international scenario, we try to copy the American accent too. Somewhere I feel that we hesitate to accept it by heart. This new genX culture has created a dilemma among us whether to follow it fully or to copy it to some echelon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wht is dis honey, pls mind ur language” I am still trying to forget these words. Mind your language- Do not you think it sounds really very cranky. I would suggest myself- BEWARE. In future, I would do recce before using such flashy words. Lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-1767048757716916593?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/1767048757716916593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=1767048757716916593&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/1767048757716916593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/1767048757716916593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/01/wht-is-dis-honey-pls-mind-ur-language.html' title='Wht is dis honey, pls mind ur language!!'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SW2pHxtAFvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YeSSGPXvOqc/s72-c/mind_your_language.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-3902723648308583420</id><published>2009-01-02T14:29:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:14:31.657+05:30</updated><title type='text'>beep beep ….friend calling @ midnight!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SV3ttp51RwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wfL6yK97aLo/s1600-h/101720-97.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286642906201147138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SV3ttp51RwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wfL6yK97aLo/s400/101720-97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;beep beep...my cell vibrated, it was 2 am in night. Oh god!! Who is that? Giving me call at odd hours. I uncovered my face from the blanket in that chilly night and picked up the call &lt;em&gt;“hello”&lt;/em&gt; I said. &lt;em&gt;“Hey are you sleeping?”&lt;/em&gt; It was R, my friend replied. Of course I was sleeping, was not playing poker at that time. I wanted to tell him that it’s not the right time to ask such questions. &lt;em&gt;“Yaar are you listening me?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I want to talk to you now, something urgent”&lt;/em&gt; he said. &lt;em&gt;“Yeah I am here, tell me”&lt;/em&gt; I replied. I was wondering what’s’ the hell is something urgent has come up now? Can’t he make call in morning? But you don’t have way to escape from cell; this tiny gadget has made privacy a thing of past. Suddenly his voice on cell broke my thinking, &lt;em&gt;“Oye where are you, yaar something has happened to me”&lt;/em&gt; he said. Oh god!! I uttered. “&lt;em&gt;Are you ok? What happened?" &lt;/em&gt;I shouted on cell. &lt;em&gt;“Yaar tere bhai ko pyar ho gaya hai!! She has stolen my heart, I am dead in love.” &lt;/em&gt;he said proudly. I was shocked to hear that, he is in love. And he found me only in this world to call at midnight to share the secret. “&lt;em&gt;Congrats buddy, you got it”&lt;/em&gt; I happily replied, &lt;em&gt;“Who is the lucky girl?&lt;/em&gt; There was silence from the other end for a while. Than he said "&lt;em&gt;hey buddy I’ll disclose her name later, there is problem, a big one"&lt;/em&gt;. Oh god, my friend have just have fallen in love and he is facing problems. &lt;em&gt;“This is not fair”&lt;/em&gt; I said. Tell me exactly what’s the problem. &lt;em&gt;“Yaar the girl has not said yes or confessed it. Its one sided love story, but I love her, I miss her badly”&lt;/em&gt; then he explained me everything from to A to Z and he started sobbing. The matter was really serious, the guy was crying. I was seeing (hearing actually) first time somebody crying for love. Although I didn’t know how to console him but I had to say something. &lt;em&gt;“Hey cool man, if you really love her than don’t worry, she will be with you. Have patience”&lt;/em&gt; I said. I just boost up his confidence with words, after that he was sounding good. Than he said good-night to me and call got disconnected. I kept thinking on call, about his love and about the unknown girl. I was trying to sleep but it was way away…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-3902723648308583420?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/3902723648308583420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=3902723648308583420&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3902723648308583420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3902723648308583420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2009/01/beep-beep-friend-calling-in-midnight.html' title='beep beep ….friend calling @ midnight!!'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SV3ttp51RwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/wfL6yK97aLo/s72-c/101720-97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-2784834998298174810</id><published>2008-12-31T12:30:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:03:48.849+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A new New Year to come, goodbye to 2008 - Happy New Year 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SVsemC1B3WI/AAAAAAAAALs/R0n8SPvoRVA/s1600-h/42-16537471.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SVsbium9EeI/AAAAAAAAALk/bZpzP73Seck/s1600-h/2009-print-preview-blog.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285848871090328034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SVsbium9EeI/AAAAAAAAALk/bZpzP73Seck/s400/2009-print-preview-blog.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Its the last day of the year, tomorrow would be the new day, New Year. A year which carries 365 days &amp;amp; nights, 8760 hours, 5,25,600 minutes and so on. If I count seconds also the number would be huge. We generally do not realize it that how long is a year. So many things can happen in such a long span of time. In just nine months, a child can take his first breath in the world, after spending nine months in mother’s womb. So it takes less than a year to procreate a human. Hmm… what else? Somebody can fall in fall in love with someone! But love does not take much time to sprout in heart, just in a minute, in a second or in a nano second. Sometime a glimpse of someone can make you fall in love or a smile also. Am I wrong? It can be love in first sight. It means two person can decide to live together for forever. If you look at a day- it’s also a long period of time. So many things can happen in a single day. You can get a job, your dream job too. On other hand, you can be fired also. It means in a single day you can be happy or you can be sad. In simple words, a day can change much of your life. If luck is favoring you than you can also win a lottery too, you can be a millionaire like slum dog millionaire. But if I go vice versa, one can lose so many things. A day can transform your fate, even a moment too. A day can leave mark in history, like 26th Novemebr’08, Mumbai terror attack. Hundreds of innocent people killed in brutal attack and life was brought on halt, in few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Year is just few hours away. Before I look in the year ahead, I would go back. 2008 would be remembered for all the good and bad reasons. A year, with full of violence, serial blasts in all across the nations took place. People spent the year in living under the fear &amp;amp; panic. In year end, we saw the Mumbai terror attack, New Delhi is trying hard to put the pressure on Pak to take actions against the culprit. Due to this, Indo_pak relations are on the all time worst and there is a war like situations on border sides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SVsncs1BLOI/AAAAAAAAAME/stmgVw6SdcY/s1600-h/42-16537471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285861961672764642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SVsncs1BLOI/AAAAAAAAAME/stmgVw6SdcY/s400/42-16537471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economy which was booming a year ago has seen a down in the most of the sectors due to US slowdown. Thousands of employees have been fired or lay off to cope with the so called slowdown. Tatas were forced to withdraw their projects from Singur, WB, after spending millions of rupees in NANO Plant which do not give the right impression to the world.&lt;br /&gt;In positive side, we have seen a lot of changes and good things happened too. India’s Abhinav Bindra won first gold Madel in individual sports in Olympic which indicates the greener side of games in India. The games which are seen as the rural games like wrestling &amp;amp; boxer also bring Madel to India. We have seen peaceful general election in Jammu &amp;amp; Kashmir which shows the people’s faith in Indian democracy and answers to Pak. US saw the two major changes this year. First the Wall Street collapsed and the second, Barak Obama was elected as the first black president in US. Hence both the incidents have created the history. World has also seen the much power scuffle. Israel’s attack on Gaza &amp;amp; Russian attack on Georgia are not ignorable&lt;br /&gt;You can’t describe 365 days activities in an hour of time&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Going forward, I see the New Year with full of hope, love, peace and brotherhood. I wish New Year; will bring lot of joy, happiness in our live. I see a world where peace flows like breeze, love spreads like scents. We human always demand too much but I don’t hesitate to ask to god all these in abundance&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing you &amp;amp; your family Happy &amp;amp; a Prosperous Year ahead &amp;amp; May god shower all his warmth &amp;amp; blessings on you &amp;amp; your loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a great year ahead with lots of fun, enjoyment &amp;amp; growth. HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love SANDY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-2784834998298174810?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/2784834998298174810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=2784834998298174810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2784834998298174810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2784834998298174810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year-to-come-goodbye-to-2008-happy.html' title='A new New Year to come, goodbye to 2008 - Happy New Year 2009'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SVsbium9EeI/AAAAAAAAALk/bZpzP73Seck/s72-c/2009-print-preview-blog.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-8911597011108104846</id><published>2008-12-29T15:44:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:22:08.641+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Someday somewhere to the fullest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SVipoLsUGHI/AAAAAAAAALU/x6Lw1EO2Tzk/s1600-h/AAJB001010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285160670517794930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SVipoLsUGHI/AAAAAAAAALU/x6Lw1EO2Tzk/s400/AAJB001010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday was my birthday. It seems that the day is repeating for the last 25 years. Friends were calling me and wishing me “HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDY”. Few SMSes also flashed on my cell screen wishing me happy b’day. Few of them even asking what I am doing today? I must be with my girl friend (which I do'nt have, m very much single) to celebrate it. What is the plan for the day? Have blast n enjoy! etc...I was just uncomfortable to get sudden attentions and was simply not able to answers. People celebrate b’day in a big lavish style with much hoopla but I do not find reasons to celebrate my b’day. Hey listen- I m not pessimist. Don’t assume it that I do not like to rejoice the occasions. But when someone &lt;em&gt;says happy b’day&lt;/em&gt;, it just does not sooth my ears. Celebrating b’day is not my cup of tea; it looks like childish act for me. Although my b’day comes with legend like Dhirubhai Ambani and Ratan Tata as both are my ideal and I share my b’day date with them.&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so? When everybody sings the b’day songs why cant I? May be I am waiting for good to be happened. My dreams are unfilled yet and this is not the time to cheer. A lot has to be achieved. You only celebrate the success not the days. When the success comes or your dreamz get the concrete shape than the joy of celebration is amazing. We all dream big and there is no harm in dreaming. Someday somewhere my dreamz will come true. And believe me; I am eagerly waiting for the day to celebrate to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-8911597011108104846?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/8911597011108104846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=8911597011108104846&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/8911597011108104846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/8911597011108104846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/12/someday-somewhere-to-fullest.html' title='Someday somewhere to the fullest'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SVipoLsUGHI/AAAAAAAAALU/x6Lw1EO2Tzk/s72-c/AAJB001010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-3743721754316231045</id><published>2008-11-30T20:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:20:54.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai terror attack- hit on heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I was shocked to see Mumbai terror attack. I could not believe it. This is attack on the financial capital of India- Mumbai. A city with full of life went down on knees. Hundreds of innocent people killed in terror attack. Several places of city, most crowded were targeted. This is heinous, barbaric and gruesome act. I am deeply hurt by these attacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I salute the police officer who lost their life in fighting with terror. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WE ALL ARE WITH YOU MUMBAI.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-JUSTIFY: inter-ideograph; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;JAI HIND&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/6815153756767849984-3743721754316231045?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/3743721754316231045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=3743721754316231045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3743721754316231045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3743721754316231045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-shocked-to-see-mumbai-terror.html' title='Mumbai terror attack- hit on heart'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-8079691330457397280</id><published>2008-11-22T16:21:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:53:41.505+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SSflKhD9X6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/rp7Do4_2KA0/s1600-h/42-18769593------qqq.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271433857696882594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SSflKhD9X6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/rp7Do4_2KA0/s400/42-18769593------qqq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;People say life is small; it’s too diminutive to do all the things. We reckon days as life not the moment we live. Once we start living life, it becomes big. A day can be as big as year. In a single day, you can experience all the emotions of life like joy, thrill, happiness, love, worry, tension, nervousness etc. it all depends how you live a day. Believe me its true once we start living life fullest than every day becomes memorable. Just to share with you guys, my single day has become a memorable one. In a day, I met and interacted with so many people that when I was going in bed in night I was just simply remembering all the moments. It all started from morning, when I was dressing up for the day and saw myself in mirror and said that dude you are looking smart. You know, most of the time we forget praising ourselves. Anyway, my day proceeded. I had few meetings for the day and I was wondering whether I would be able to finish the same on time. And here I experienced the thrill and nervousness about my deadlines and commitments. I headed for the day with the full positivity. It was going to be hectic day as I had to meet my commitments timely. But somehow I managed to meet my two friends. I am not using any adjectives for them like best, good or sweet friend as I can not differentiate between all these words. Just to take it further with first meeting, it was the afternoon time, and I spent around quarter of hour with my freind, we gossiped, cherished our days and time. This was the time when I was happy. I was not thinking about anything. You can call it total solace. &lt;em&gt;When we see somebody after a long time than we just feel the real joy, waves of contentment passes through the body.&lt;/em&gt; During that time I was also doing all the office work, simultaneously coordinating with my colleagues too.&lt;br /&gt;In the evening time, when I was planning to go back home after a meeting, I got the text from another friend to catch up somewhere for a coffee. Although I was tired but did not want to miss this opportunity to meet as we had not met for a long time. All of are working so we hardly try or get time to get together. I met with my friend; as usual she was full of joy &amp;amp; excitement. We had great conversations on our future, life, work and friends. I always feel happy whenever I meet her. I find her true adviser. She is the one whom I consult for the most of the things . We spent small time in coffee house but it’s the quality of time which matters not the quantity of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After a long time I became happy. I felt that I have lieved a day. Although it was very hectic day and I had to subsidize my time for all the scheduled meetings. I wonder what the secret of happiness is. Where does the happiness lie? In the last, I have reached on a conclusion that if we live life in moments than only can we be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We look for happiness in bigger things but we miss the smaller things or moments so as we miss the happiness. Happiness comes in pieces not in bulk. We all expect to get it in full basket but in the meanwhile we miss the glass of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-8079691330457397280?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/8079691330457397280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=8079691330457397280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/8079691330457397280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/8079691330457397280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-day.html' title='A beautiful day'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SSflKhD9X6I/AAAAAAAAAK8/rp7Do4_2KA0/s72-c/42-18769593------qqq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-6215092313574690542</id><published>2008-11-03T12:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:47:04.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of being Hindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I was going home on Deewali I was thinking about festivals &amp;amp; traditions of Hindu dharma. So many things came in mind about the Hindu dharma. I am writing this word "Hindu" because I get positive energy whenever I hear or speak this word. Although in recent times, we have come up with new meanings of this word "Hindu". Thanks to so called liberal &amp;amp; secular media who have tried hard to manipulate it and termed it as radical. I am here to express my views about religion. I feel proud to be a Hindu. I am a person who hardly goes to temple for worship or daily prayer but it does not mean I do not follow my religion or I do not believe in God- the almighty. Its the privilege which I get being a Hindu as in Hindu Dharma person can worship in so many ways that one can easily follow a way according to his/her comfort or I will say according to belief. Do I really need to go temple for prayer? No if one goes to in depth, Hinduism has two ways of Bhakti 1).Sagun 2).Nirgun. In Sagun Bhakti person can worship God or Goddess in the form of Ideal like most of people do in temples. In Nirguna Bhakti, one needs not to worship any physical form of God. One can achieve the moksha by worshiping God in any way. I am narrating all these things because I feel people do not know about these things. Most of the time people simply assume you an agnostic if you do not go temple regularly. but that's a different thing. Hindu dharma gives you freedom to express yourself. Does one need to ask anybody the way he/she wants to worship or follow it. Let me tell you one thing that the so called Pandit or Brahaman do not have any authority over it.  But I do not say that one should not go to temple to please the the god or worhsip the god. It all depends on person to person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find many articles on Hindu dharma or on Hinduism in news papers these days. Most of the newspapers (journalist) write against it or simply tatters its image. The so called liberal journalist writes so many things which they themselves do not know but they come out with their opining on it. And the best part is that the journalist who writes against it is Hindu. But they still write against it just to boost that they are secular. And you know why they can easily write against the dharma because they are privileged to being Hindu. I am very much sure if they would have been a Muslim; christen or Sikh they must have got the Fatwa from their higher authority or governing body. People from other religion also write against it and come up with their opinion and they also try to damage it. But they are also privileged to being non Hindu. Hindu Dharma never defends itself. It never feels insecurity from the outer world as its sanatan dharma. My only question is that if you do not know anything about dharma than why do you write on it? Why do you comment on it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hindu dharma is the only religion which is the origin of three religion i.e. Buddha, Sikh and Jain. Hinduism is a way of life; it’s a way of living. If one reads the Vedas, Puranas, Shastras, Geeta and Ramayana than one can only understand the depth of it.&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/6815153756767849984-6215092313574690542?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/6215092313574690542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=6215092313574690542&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6215092313574690542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6215092313574690542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/11/meaning-of-being-hindu.html' title='Meaning of being Hindu'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-188299001944375953</id><published>2008-09-29T13:24:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:54:35.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rock On!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCLwuRbxVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Y-XXP4bUDwM/s1600-h/roc6s.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251350834685134162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCLwuRbxVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Y-XXP4bUDwM/s400/roc6s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Rock on!! This movie has just seized my psyche and characters of movie are still living in my mind. Rock on portrait the true contemporary Indian youth and their dreams. It simply represents mood of GenX who deem to follow their reverie at any extent. Rock On is a story of four guys i.e. Aditya, Jo, KD &amp;amp; Rob, foursome self-proclaimed rock stars, music frenzy, who live music and want to be the famous rock band of the country. Megik- the rock band, created name for itself but at its peak band just shattered because of ego &amp;amp; differences of its members. And here starts the twisty-tale of four people who disown their dreams to live life on own terms but they gradually realized that life without music is zilch. I find the movie a realistic one. We people also dream like Megik and want to do and accomplish so many things in life but we simply accept whatever comes in our life without making much effort to fullfill the dreams. We abandon our dreams to fate and Most of the time we just get frustrated in life because of unfulfilled dreams. Disgruntled dreams always chase you for life time and bring sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on really creates new waves of Desi Rock which is incredible. All the songs of movie are superb. I would say javed Sahib done a great job by writing such a simple flowing songs. Farhan Akhtar- this blue eye guy just mesmerized me. He delivered an awesome performance both in acting and singing. Farhan sung like a rock star, this guy simply Rock. All the characters of movie are terrific weather its JO, Rob or KD. Arjun Rampal creates a benchmark for himself by giving such a fabulous performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this movie very exciting, motivating and path breaking. Rock on is in the same league of movies like &lt;em&gt;Dil Chahta Hai&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the last, I dare to say something. I find Rock On!! Close to our life, we are also four friends- self proclaimed brainy, wish to make big in life. I find Ujjwal close to Rob and Abhsishek to KD, although Ujjwal doesn’t have long hair like rob and Abhshek is not slim as KD was. Our lead singer would be Harry, a brainy surd with good vocal among all of us and little bit perfectionist as Aditya. Last not least, I find myself close to Jo, the handsome hunk, guitarist of Megik, the only difference is that Jo can play guitar but I can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-188299001944375953?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/188299001944375953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=188299001944375953&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/188299001944375953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/188299001944375953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-on-this-movie-has-just-seized-my.html' title='Rock On!!'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCLwuRbxVI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Y-XXP4bUDwM/s72-c/roc6s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-6604714326809171913</id><published>2008-09-17T13:02:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:35:44.787+05:30</updated><title type='text'>painful vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Pain was unbearable, agonizing, it really made me cry. I never thought that my two days home visit would have converted into long leave. My happy weekend lasted in illness. I had a sound sleep in night but when I got up in morning to leave for Delhi I realized something is wrong with my leg. It was not moving smoothly, there was ache at upper side. My right leg developed a boil. And it started creating trouble and made me uneasy. As usual I got all the attention, everyone of my family, came to me and advised for treatment. But it was not so easy; the boil took my all patience. Everyday day pain was increasing; even I was taking medicine and also trying homely treatment to get well soon. But all were in vain. It made me real couch potato; I was not even able to walk. I just spent my days laying on bed and having medicine. It took a fortnight to cure, and this was my reluctant vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-6604714326809171913?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/6604714326809171913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=6604714326809171913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6604714326809171913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6604714326809171913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/09/painful-vacation.html' title='painful vacation'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-3170137403543762270</id><published>2008-08-17T01:42:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T02:03:37.666+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To my coy mistress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its raining here,&lt;br /&gt;and emotions too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One wshies to share with,&lt;br /&gt;and lures you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eye speak a lot,&lt;br /&gt;Still needs to know your&lt;br /&gt;thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, which you wear always,&lt;br /&gt;Steers me to praise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running slow,&lt;br /&gt;wait is long,&lt;br /&gt;God! help me to sing,&lt;br /&gt;a new song! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-3170137403543762270?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/3170137403543762270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=3170137403543762270&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3170137403543762270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3170137403543762270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-my-coy-mistress.html' title='To my coy mistress'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-7365314477965116186</id><published>2008-08-11T16:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:38:12.967+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A perfect gift on Independence Day – to a billion people</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SKAhBs3rCCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rCsy77bohK0/s1600-h/Gold+at+beijing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233219080112769058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SKAhBs3rCCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rCsy77bohK0/s320/Gold+at+beijing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! We have won the Gold Medal in Beijing. I salute to Abhinav Bindra – the man who made India proud by winning gold in Beijing 2008 summer Olympic. What a great moment for India, it’s a dream come true for India. This young man form the land of Punjab truly has given a reason to smile. We as a nation have more than one billion people but our performance in Olympic has never been notable but this time Abhinav has made history. I was in office when my colleague told me that India has won the Gold medal in Olympic. I was so happy- the feeling was amazing. This gold has more importance as India won Gold in Olympic after 28 years and this is also the first gold medal won by any Indian in an individual event. Abhinav has written the history in golden words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I think it’s a perfect gift to nation on Independence Day by a young son of mother India. In the last I would say – CHAK DE! INDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to Abhinav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-7365314477965116186?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/7365314477965116186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=7365314477965116186&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7365314477965116186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7365314477965116186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/08/perfect-gift-on-independence-day-to_11.html' title='A perfect gift on Independence Day – to a billion people'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SKAhBs3rCCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rCsy77bohK0/s72-c/Gold+at+beijing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-6349045386550300698</id><published>2008-07-18T15:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:31:18.632+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The last lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi, I am going to share my experience with you guys in next few lines. It’s about my previous company which I left in last November&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my last day in office, clock was showing 5 O’clock and I was just wrapping up my stuff and was much in discussion with colleagues about the new company, few of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_opVYRmzwius/SIBoWcqBkLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lVKKuHb84h8/s1600-h/30061-87-carpet.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224290302608642226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_opVYRmzwius/SIBoWcqBkLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lVKKuHb84h8/s400/30061-87-carpet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; them were hugging me and whishing me good luck Although it was not easy to say good bye but for a better future, one has to move on. Few more minutes, and I was going to be the X-employee and this thought was making me nostalgic about the time I spent in company, fun I had with collogue, meetings, deadlines, discussions in boardroom, late night stretches, gossips in canteen etc. all these moments were striking my mind. I was in deep thought, suddenly my intercom phone rang, and it was a call from the boss. My boss asked me to come into his cabin. I was little nervous as I dint know what he was going to ask me and I stressed on mind and tried to recount the things. I had been working for the past eight months with company and during this time the top management had been reshuffled; this was the new team which was running the company. So I thought that my boss wanted to have feedback from my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mustache guy, as usual, parked his ass on work table instead of chair. I greeted him and he offered me to sit on couch. And I sat there, and it was so relaxing not because I was sitting on sofa but first time I was facing him without any agenda and not discussing work He said " &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey good luck for future, you are an intelligent &amp;amp; hardworking guy. But hard work never pays, you should pamper your boss, you should show your work to your boss. The need of the hour is to admire your own work otherwise no one will notice it. This is my advice to you as I am senior to you and have more experience in industry. It’s my lesson to you for new company otherwise you will not sustain.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was paying attention to him with open ear &amp;amp; eye and I had been analyzing myself and my work. This peace of advice or lesson made me shock; I was stunned to get to know that your hard work is not the guarantee of your success any more. What all you need to do is to be toady, a sycophant. The traits like meticulous, intelligence and dynamics are to be replaced by adulation, flattery. People like me who lack in these so called essentials qualities will never make it big in life. Should I culminate all these attributes? Should I also start praising my boss on his silly ideas? Should I start asking my boss that how are his children doing. Should I get food tiffin for him from home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went on more than half an hour during this span of time we discussed all the things. Finally I took his leave but his last lesson was in my mind. And it kept me on pondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-6349045386550300698?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/6349045386550300698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=6349045386550300698&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6349045386550300698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6349045386550300698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-lesson.html' title='The last lesson'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_opVYRmzwius/SIBoWcqBkLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lVKKuHb84h8/s72-c/30061-87-carpet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-2407280483188070788</id><published>2008-07-13T23:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:50:23.472+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A lot is happening nowadays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I find these days very happening. A lot of thing is happening at personal or non-personal level. If you look around or if you take a glance of newspaper you will be amazed to see that things are moving so fast and abrupt. Newspapers are full of activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll start from political front- congress lead UPA government is to pass the vote of trust as Left is not their right hand now. CPI/CPM - the leftist has withdrawn the support from the coalition government on the nuclear deal agreement with US. Another big thing (news for media) is Dr. Rajesh Talwar's bail in Arushi murder case. Finally that poor guy who was labeled as assassin of his own daughter is free now (for a while) although media has already hanged him and tattered the image of his family by accusing him murderer and fabricating stories about the Arushi’s character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economy which had been growing fast till few months ago is now on halt. Oil price is rising like tide which is not giving any indication of coming down. Crude oil prices have surged from $70 to $147 per barrel in a not very long span of time. Due to this, Inflation is going towards north. It has already kissed the 13 years high benchmark and roaming around 11.6% at the end of this week. Even the Finance minister Chidambaram is also helpless to curb the inflation. Housewives are surely cursing the FM on his inability to rein the growing price of household commodities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we peep on to the other part of the world - we see lots of exciting things are happening. Like the former first lady of US - Hillary Clinton lost to Obama in presidential nomination race. Finally the US will see black candidate for presidential candidature for the first time. I am fervently keeping my fingers crossed to see Obama addressing the US people on 20 January’08 from the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sports, Spain is the country of the season. Whether in soccer or in tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The king of clay court Rafael Nadal has won the Wimbledon defeating the all time favorite Roger Federer. Undoubedltly, it was the finest final ever played in the history of Tennis. Spain is now the European soccer champion leaving German with bleeding heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one miss the Beijing 2008 Olympics? It is next to the world door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys must be thinking that I have not told you about what’s happening at my personal front. Hmm... my parents are ready to change my single status. They are very interested to get me wedded....the search is on for an apt match...And this time of my life, I have realised that sometimes, you have to become the scapegoat without committing any blunder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-2407280483188070788?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/2407280483188070788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=2407280483188070788&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2407280483188070788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2407280483188070788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/07/lot-is-happening-nowadays.html' title='A lot is happening nowadays'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-818556654333308251</id><published>2008-07-10T11:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:33:16.544+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain- little drops of water...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s raining these days, showers are pouring….little drops are touching body and as well as soul. Thousand of feelings come across the hearts that make me slightly emotional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_opVYRmzwius/SHWrko-OxtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sVMX4XJn8hY/s1600-h/rain--000000.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221267988968031954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_opVYRmzwius/SHWrko-OxtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sVMX4XJn8hY/s320/rain--000000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tiny little drops always attract me and it pushes me closer to the nature. Whenever I see sky with dark cloud which carries the rain, it gives me feeling that a father is carrying his daughter in arm and soon daughter will play with nature. It reminds me my childhood days when I used to play in rain, used to soak in rainy water. The best part of that was to do cycling in rain and to go afar and when I came back to home my mother used to shout on me that I would fall ill. But all that things have become past, now mother does not shout on me and I also don’t bath in rain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask one questions to me- why do rain happens, why little drops of water pours on earth… and only one answer comes in my mind.. God hurls the rain on earth to feed the nature. In rainy season we see greenery every where, it seems like the nature is happy and its laughing. Little plants grow everywhere, waterfall starts murmuring, and rainbow colors appear in sky. Fresh air flows everywhere, sun rays shine brighter. It all occurs in rain…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-818556654333308251?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/818556654333308251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=818556654333308251&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/818556654333308251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/818556654333308251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/07/rain-little-drops-of-water.html' title='Rain- little drops of water...'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_opVYRmzwius/SHWrko-OxtI/AAAAAAAAAHg/sVMX4XJn8hY/s72-c/rain--000000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-8142067664574308173</id><published>2008-06-23T17:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:51:57.884+05:30</updated><title type='text'>love...लव</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;When eye meets eye, when heart beats go high, when hand shakes before shaking hand, little distance becomes miles to cover, than it’s sure that you are in love. Less you speak more you want to listen, your closeness still makes you feel far apart, sleepless nights becomes customary, and it means love sprouts in your heart.,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SGHn1Y88ekI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8O5CQMP9iIQ/s1600-h/maskedLB.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215704747888900674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SGHn1Y88ekI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8O5CQMP9iIQ/s320/maskedLB.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt; How do I express this beautiful moment, eternal feelings, its beyond articulation you only feel it. It arises waves in your heart and let you live in the ocean of emotions. All the senses of body work in one direction or pass on single message to heart is love. You still feel closeness if he/she is not in the vicinity of you. One touch arises thousands feelings, someone’s name echoes in your mind, one glimpse of beloved can bring smile of thousands sun, is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does wonder with people. Love is a moment where you forget yourself and lost in profound. All the pleasures of world seem touching your feet and you sacrifice all worldly things for a single moment. If one starts praising or defines the love, it’s sure, one life can be short.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&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/6815153756767849984-8142067664574308173?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/8142067664574308173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=8142067664574308173&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/8142067664574308173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/8142067664574308173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/06/love.html' title='love...लव'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SGHn1Y88ekI/AAAAAAAAAGk/8O5CQMP9iIQ/s72-c/maskedLB.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-6290768377780726771</id><published>2008-06-17T22:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-19T12:35:29.375+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What sucks me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Few days ago in my office, one of the guys from Advertising, approached me and asked a bizarre question – What sucks me most in life? I was stunned as I never give thought about it. There are lots of issues &amp;amp; apprehensions which sucks us in day to day life. I was dazed. I questioned myself what are the things which suck me? Which make me infuriate in my life and pissed me off...I started pondering on it and lots of things knocked my mind.....and believe me, answers were endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes.....When I find Blue Line bus running on the high-speed and making others injured, it disappoints me. Embarrass me. Pollution, noise, blowing horn... people who pretend to be smart n mode, people who give order in English with funny American accent at a roadside Dhabas, sucks me!&lt;br /&gt;People who do back-biting, friends who call n try to be your well wisher before seeking favors from your side, people who give unnecessary miscalls, at anytime! Sucks me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Car owners who do parking at roadside causing traffic jam, bikers who do rash driving, people who cross the busy road without using subways &amp;amp; zebra crossing, political leaders who comment on every issues without thinking about the outcome, girls carrying pretentious attitude, office receptionists who assume themselves as the janitor of heaven, journalists who do nothing for AAM AADMI but always criticize governments' policies, people who always sing song of foreign countries, political parties creating issues out of small things, all these things sucks me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricketers who comment and advise Sachin Tendulakr to get retired, bolloywood film stars who do movies in Hindi but speak English in public places, boys who pass comments &amp;amp; remarks on gals, people who abuse in public places, Uncles who stare women while sitting in balcony, AutoRikshaw drivers making excuses for default meter, S**** me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see people dying from starvation, when we complain about less salary, when I find child laborers, when I see children without education, when I see unnecessary demand of reservation and people using Non-democratic way to fulfill it, when I see India not winning a single medal in Olympic, when I write on unnecessary issues...S**** me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH... list is endless, thoughts are innumerable. These are the few things which suck me a lot and remember I am also the one who represents people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;So now it’s your turn!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&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/6815153756767849984-6290768377780726771?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/6290768377780726771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=6290768377780726771&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6290768377780726771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6290768377780726771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-sucks-me.html' title='What sucks me?'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-5398027918559745598</id><published>2008-06-12T21:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:47:49.182+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Easy way to handle Networking Clients in PR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;“Public Relations” these two words have high magnitude in this image conscious age. Corporate are more focusing on PR to a certain extent as image of a company plays a vital role in corporate brand building which gives more benefit in terms of financial &amp;amp; non-financial returns. It makes PR a more accountable, essential, influential and pressurize job. The nature of job is very demanding. Most of the PR Agencies have pan India presence to give wider coverage to their clientele. Delhi &amp;amp; Mumbai being the media hub of the country are on radar of every client. Clients always demand to be present in these cities through the various media i.e. Print, online, wire and electronic media whether the client is based out of city or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Networking clients, the clients who are based out of other city, are most difficult to service. As I have been working on networking clients for the past one and half year, during this period, I have learned a lot. It is not easy to work on some other’s client because the team which is servicing the clients directly will never consider you as serious as they are on their clients. This will make the things more complicated and put up in hitch. According to me if we follow few rules while servicing networking clients than it will make our job easy. Below are the few points which can be considered while handling networking clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy way to handle networking clients:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Proper coordination with teams so that you can avoid the miscommunication &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Marking every mail to team about the clients plan of actions, clients visits schedule etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Giving free hand to team so that they concentrate on their work rather getting confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Network team should do conference call once in a week so that you can pritiorize your work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Do not mark mail unnecessary to bosses and do not put pressure on team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Networking clients should be taken seriously so that desired results can be achieved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One should consultant with respective cities team when they prepare Media Plan so that their inputs can also be added in plan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Client servicing team should consult with the networking team in advance if the client is doing any activities in their city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/6815153756767849984-5398027918559745598?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/5398027918559745598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=5398027918559745598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/5398027918559745598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/5398027918559745598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/06/easy-way-to-handle-networking-clients.html' title='Easy way to handle Networking Clients in PR'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-7985409802793064674</id><published>2008-05-13T13:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:45:11.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Need to say something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This time I am bamboozled. I do not know should I write or not but I always go after my heart whenever I do posting. Here I covet to pass on my massage to my friends, my best buddies... So I made up my mind to follow my heart to admit my blemish... You must be in awe what I am talking about and in which regard I am lettering. But this commentary would be a confession to admit my boo-boo which I do on a regular interval. It’s all about my nature, it’s about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not know from where to start, so I begin it with my non-socialize nature. I avoid going in marriage and social ceremonies which I do not know why I do but I fail to make it every time and now it has become my habit to let pass these types of ceremonies. In past, I dint also attend such observance which I think is not good at all. My friends invite me for such occasions to be part of their happiness. As a friend I am supposed to be part of their contentment but I repeat the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, two of my friends had such occasions where they invite me to share the happiness with them. As usual I end up doing the same thing by missing out the functions. Few months back I also did the same where I miss the wedding of closes friends. I consider it as a lack of responsibility which should be taken seriously and I should work out to amend the relationship with friends. This is the platform where I can I assure my friends that I will not repeat the same. I’ll make sure to be present at every occasion to share the precious moments of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the confession I wanted to make and I wish not to repeat the past and looking forward to make it in future. &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/6815153756767849984-7985409802793064674?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/7985409802793064674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=7985409802793064674&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7985409802793064674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7985409802793064674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/05/need-to-say-something.html' title='Need to say something'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-7551570978112338184</id><published>2008-04-22T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:14:14.180+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My voyage  to Mumbai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SA3JZ9uq0QI/AAAAAAAAABw/OXwfQID4CQM/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192027393332269314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SA3JZ9uq0QI/AAAAAAAAABw/OXwfQID4CQM/s320/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MUMBAI, the city of dreams which never sleeps is astonishing. It has still preserved its heritage, ethnicity and traditions which would take you back in old time. I had an opportunity to visit the Mumbai and it was like a dream come true. I was scheduling to visit Mumbai in past also but one way or another every time I had to cancel my outing at last minute. But finally, I made the Mumbai trip. I landed up the city on Saturday morning at 8 O'clock at Chatrapati Shivaji Airport with exciting spirit. Outside airport I first saw the TAXI, the archetypal Mumbai insignia which is the integral part of the city. I have grown up watching bollywood movie, in which villain always runs in Taxi to evade the police. We hired the taxi and headed to our office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entire day we were in meeting discussing the future plans and strategy how to accomplish targets, and we left our office at 8 pm. Now it was the time to get relaxed and to rejuvenate. My boss made our evening marvelous; she made sure that we all go out for Mumbai night life. I think it was reward in lue of attending annual conference which was pretty hectic and prolonged. SHIROC, the pub was amazing with beautiful interior and design. The in-house DJ played the some superb &amp;amp; rocking music which steer us to do boogie woogie. We also had a chance to bop with NEHA DHUPIA, as she was visiting the same pub. It made my night unforgettable with few other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dint have much time to visit the whole city, as it was my official trip and I had only one day to go ' Sunday'. In my all effort I tried to visit as much places as I can. My voyage started at 11 am on Sunday morning as I got up late due to last night hangout. I visited the places like bandstand, hill road, linking road, bandra, colaba, church gate and Gateway of India. I spent quality time at Gateway of India; it was fun to watching ships in sea. And how can one forget to visit Marine drive, the so called necklace of Mumbai, its beautiful place and one can spend entire evening just watching the sea waves . This city is beautiful, its architecture is startling, and you will see the old building with marvelous designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore the amchi Mumbai and its people as the Mumbai people are awfully kind; they converse gently and give proper time to you whenever you ask a little to them. As people make the city not the concrete and this term goes well with the Mumbai people. The city has something which binds you to come back and I hope to visit amchi Mumbai soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-7551570978112338184?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/7551570978112338184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=7551570978112338184&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7551570978112338184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7551570978112338184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-passage-to-mumbai.html' title='My voyage  to Mumbai'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SA3JZ9uq0QI/AAAAAAAAABw/OXwfQID4CQM/s72-c/DSC00327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-6338007659314402135</id><published>2008-04-09T12:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:57:56.985+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let us free ourselves</title><content type='html'>Day starts with morning and goes, the evening indicates the termination of day, and evening passes with starry night. Evening symbolizes of relaxation, renouncing all the worries which we lug from office to home to our bed but few of us make oneself alone. Human tendency is to think more in diversification and again think the same, and its like the round table which does not have corner, same is with the thoughts, scatter thought comes without a ending corner. In the beginning, of the day, we fuel ourselves with thoughts that lead us to think in haywire. Let be free ourselves from this never-ending process which bring to a standstill us and exceed to fretfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to be serene and would love to subsist in the thoughtless world which might render peace n zeal to sleep better but we are incapable to free ourselves. Come out and help to renounce all the anxiety which are making sick to our generation. Give them helping hand to get ride off stress, today they are facing the threats to life. Just look out, you'll find many of them. They may be your colleague, friends, and relative or might be unknown to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in the starting I said, day comes, ends with night but a beautiful morning also comes after every night...with shining rays with new day in lap with new hope. All we have to do is to take every morning as a creation of our life. A famous poet has said “If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-6338007659314402135?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/6338007659314402135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=6338007659314402135&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6338007659314402135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/6338007659314402135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/04/let-free-ourselves.html' title='Let us free ourselves'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-7786214891796914589</id><published>2008-03-27T12:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-27T17:51:32.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs Making Me Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>We realize the importance of people in their absence, we miss them a lot and we remember whenever we do things which are correlated to them directly or indirectly. And the past, time which we spent together, comes to our mind. We miss the simple tea breaks, jokes over coffee...crushes on your pal... leg pulling...the list is endless, in short, every moment hits you back ! Let me tell you its painful...We can’t take these moments back, we are left with memories and these reminiscences follow us to life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do we miss them? Why do we want these days back? It has a simple reason, “We always miss those people whom we love or take care most ". We come across to so many peoples in life but few of them turn out to be our friends or sometimes more than friends. As I talked about earlier also about the happy past, we do fight with each other, we screech and all the stupid acts we do, we bawl!! Which sometimes madden also.....But whenever our close friend apart away than all these things strike a chord about our happy days &amp;amp; which awakes the feelings........ I miss my dear friends, although I spent very less times with them. But as the quality of time matters not the quantity of time. In the last, I just say one thing “I Miss them lot”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-7786214891796914589?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/7786214891796914589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=7786214891796914589&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7786214891796914589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/7786214891796914589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/03/memoirs-making-me-nostalgic.html' title='Memoirs Making Me Nostalgic'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-2216299574079322842</id><published>2008-03-24T17:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-24T17:10:30.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Roo-Ba-Roo: Weekend- it doesn’t end here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://roo-ba-roo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-it-doesnt-end-here.html#links"&gt;Roo-Ba-Roo: Weekend- it doesn’t end here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-2216299574079322842?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://roo-ba-roo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-it-doesnt-end-here.html#links' title='Roo-Ba-Roo: Weekend- it doesn’t end here'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/2216299574079322842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=2216299574079322842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2216299574079322842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2216299574079322842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/03/roo-ba-roo-weekend-it-doesnt-end-here.html' title='Roo-Ba-Roo: Weekend- it doesn’t end here'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-2419245682347961132</id><published>2008-03-17T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:20:58.978+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weekend- it doesn’t end here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEEKEND&lt;/strong&gt;…It sounds good. Weekend means holidays, fun, no office, no early morning shower etc...You can explain it in many ways as it has different meanings to different people. For few, it may be questions mark “How to spend it”? And for others weekends mean to have blast on two days to forget all the worries. But I am sure we all eagerly wait for these two days ( thanks god for MNC culture we have TWO Days Off Now) and even we can not ignore or forget thsese two days because newspapers, TV Channels and FM Radios all start from Friday morning to remind you about the weekend. These new age media do this like a national duty which reminds me my early days when my MoM used to tell me &lt;strong&gt;'Beta Kal Sunday hai".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opus...I start explaining about the weekend; I know you all are very much aware about it. Instead of explaining the weekend I should tell you that how I spent my weekend. The day (&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;) started late as I woke up around 11 am but it lasted long as we had a small get together at one of my friend's room till 2 am in morning. It was good!! Again the &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; started late as I got up around 11 am (it’s a ritual to wake up late on weekend). On Sunday, we had the big plans as usual and started meeting with people and finishing pending works but due to this we had our lunch around 5 pm after searching few good food addas that include &lt;strong&gt;IIT Canteen&lt;/strong&gt; but we finished up our search with Pizza Hut. It’s not a big deal for us as we generally have our food at odd hours on weekend. After having lunch (Don’t know what to say lunch or early Dinner) we (me &amp;amp; my friend Harry) headed for separate destination as we both had pre-fixed small parties.... But it had not finished yet, later in night, we went to &lt;strong&gt;Dhaula Kuan&lt;/strong&gt; to eat &lt;strong&gt;Parantha&lt;/strong&gt; around 1 am and let me tell you guys having paranths with tea at 1 am, is unforgettable experience, you’ll find the lots of food corner open till late night around you. Just go for it and make your weekend different…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-2419245682347961132?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/2419245682347961132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=2419245682347961132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2419245682347961132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/2419245682347961132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-it-doesnt-end-here.html' title='Weekend- it doesn’t end here'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-8550182218266194108</id><published>2008-02-09T15:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:44:53.662+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Om Shanti Om - away from peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Watching movie can be stress buster but if you watch movie like OM SHANTI OM can lead to a dejection and make you sick. Om Shanti Om, which I saw on last Saturday, was a horrible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;experience. Although movie was released on Diwali, but I could not get time to see the movie. I thought movie would be a good time pass but its pathetic movie in which everyone does OVER ACTING. OSO, as it called, was the year’s most hyped movie and had a tough competition with &lt;strong&gt;Saanwariya&lt;/strong&gt;, both the movie was high on marketing budget and were displayed as the &lt;strong&gt;MUST WATCH.&lt;/strong&gt; I had to watch it alone (if you have girlfriend then you can avoid the situation) but OSO is simply a remake of classic &lt;strong&gt;“Madhumati”&lt;/strong&gt; Dilip Kumar &amp;amp; Vajayntimala starerr. Farah Khan made the worst attempt after the Ram Gopal Verma to make the remake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music of OSO was good and best part of songs was lyrics. And the talk of the town was SRK’s six pack abs. You will only find SRK showing his &lt;strong&gt;six packs abs&lt;/strong&gt; once in a movie, in an ITEM song. People were crazy to see SRK in his NEW look. But I think more than people, media was more eager to see n write on SRK’s NEW look. But can we forget the debutante actress ‘&lt;strong&gt;Deepika Padukon’&lt;/strong&gt; I just simply say she is Beautiful. Deepika is like fresh air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don not understand how does a movie like OSO can earn more than RS. 90 Crore. In my view, people don’t have good test of CINEMA. In simple word, I am disappointed with the movie, it was total devastate of time to watch it. It’s just the game of marketing which make the OSO the most sought after movie of the year. Now Bollywood has also realized the value of marketing. This is the new era where you can create the hype and get the desired results. &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/6815153756767849984-8550182218266194108?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/8550182218266194108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=8550182218266194108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/8550182218266194108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/8550182218266194108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/02/om-shanti-om-away-from-peace.html' title='Om Shanti Om - away from peace'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-3995408141524202427</id><published>2008-01-28T18:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:45:36.459+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi&lt;em&gt; good evening all..so once again I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ROOBAROO&lt;/span&gt; with you guys !!! And first, I wish HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY ( Although I am late to wish you....). People might have greeted you on R-Day or before by sending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt;, now it has become a fashion to greet &amp;amp; wish on new year, x-mas, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diwali&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;holi&lt;/span&gt; Etc by sending &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SMSes&lt;/span&gt; in bulk to dear ones. But I was surprised, I had not got any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; or greetings on R-Day compare other man made DAYS like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt; n Rose Day. We get so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SMSes&lt;/span&gt; on festivals and due to this every time, we face NETWORK problem....OK I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; that by sending a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; we can show or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;proove&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DESH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BHAKTI&lt;/span&gt;" but we celebrate R-DAY as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;national&lt;/span&gt; festival and if we can send &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;messages&lt;/span&gt; on festival like '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;KERVA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CHAUTH&lt;/span&gt;" ( newly born &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Indian&lt;/span&gt; festival !!! Thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;EKTA&lt;/span&gt;) so then why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; we do on R-Day ??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-3995408141524202427?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/3995408141524202427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=3995408141524202427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3995408141524202427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/3995408141524202427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-republic-day.html' title='HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6815153756767849984.post-8129314808251172977</id><published>2008-01-18T12:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:46:22.311+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hamara 'NANO auto EXPO'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi all. .. :-)&lt;/strong&gt; this is going to be my first post and I don't know how to start writing. I am scared because I am not a good writer at all . But I just want want to write Coz I have created this Blog n I need to share my view with u guys. OK..I start from Auto Expo...u can also call it ' NANO auto EXPO' . You all know well why I am using this word because this Auo Expo is &lt;strong&gt;HIJACKED&lt;/strong&gt; by 'NANO' and I think this should be the official name for Expo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As this event was highly publicised by Media n as well ( the PR agency must thank to GOD !!) people were also eagerly waiting for Tata's LAKHATAIA car 'NANO' . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I would like know Ur thoughts on &lt;strong&gt;NANO&lt;/strong&gt; ... First I would like say something. . .. frankly speaking , NANO, this car is beautiful &amp;amp; I would love to buy it. I still confused How they launched such a beautiful compact car in RS 1 Lacs. It interior space is bigger than Maruti 800 and its looks are far better than any sedan. People are doubting its safety but I feel TATA has taken care of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although Nano Expo..ohh Auto Expo was good n I had chance to see brand like &lt;strong&gt;BMW, Mercedes,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;VW, Audi, GM, SUZUKI&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Yamaha, Honda&lt;/strong&gt; n many more even I can not remember the whole list of brands. I liked the &lt;strong&gt;Audi TT&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;GM Captiva&lt;/strong&gt;, n &lt;strong&gt;AXE &lt;/strong&gt;from M&amp;amp;M .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Bikes, although I am not a big fan of bikes but I liked &lt;strong&gt;B-KING&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;strong&gt;Suzuki&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This auto Expo was clearly a knock on international auto scenario and the respond was good. BUT there is lots to improve it. There are few things where we need to work .Its nt a suggestion but I found the few things where we need to work like, First, people faced lots of difficulty in finding the stall of their favorite brands, there was total lack of information. You would not believe that I was at Expo n I could find &lt;strong&gt;BAJAJ's&lt;/strong&gt; stall. Besides the quality of food was not good as well as retailer were charging high. As usual people faced the same traffic problem I think now we have been used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Overall it was a good experience n I enjoyed it !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I mentioned in beginning that I am not a good writer....Hope u would like it N DON'T FORGET TO COMMENT ON IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;FIR MILENGE ....bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6815153756767849984-8129314808251172977?l=roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/feeds/8129314808251172977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6815153756767849984&amp;postID=8129314808251172977&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/8129314808251172977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6815153756767849984/posts/default/8129314808251172977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roobaroo-dosti.blogspot.com/2008/01/hamara-nano-auto-expo.html' title='Hamara &apos;NANO auto EXPO&apos;'/><author><name>Roo-Ba-Roo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09537877767304784572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_opVYRmzwius/SOCjeeKYhjI/AAAAAAAAAKM/0uAGvY1rN0o/S220/P1010176.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
