<?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-9963453</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:00:21.785+05:30</updated><category term='Diary'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Time Pass'/><category term='Expressions'/><category term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Wonder</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-4083546854667516237</id><published>2007-12-01T18:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:46:51.137+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Return to Innocence- Once Again..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cj8Glho9qFc/R1FehCI8_DI/AAAAAAAAABE/fxKlHM_OPS4/s1600-R/Smooch__smack_by_Belldandy_sensei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cj8Glho9qFc/R1FehCI8_DI/AAAAAAAAABE/yoF4_IZ2u7k/s200/Smooch__smack_by_Belldandy_sensei.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138992571409562674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepak gazed over the Kaveri River, feeling the faint breeze against his face, eyes shut and Rock Fort temple music enchanting in his ears. The place was peaceful and sacred beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief he felt as he remembered the last time he has been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been engaged to Roshini right here on this spot two years ago. Dressed in blue Lukhnawi kurta pajama, wearing an innocent smile on his clean shaved face, he was happier than he had ever thought possible. Roshini was even more stunning and utterly irresistible wearing a yellow sari. Her dark long hair slightly ruffled and her eyes full of adoration as she looked at his groom to be. They held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying together. They had made promises to live together all their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in moments and in this case time was in abundance. A lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, shatter the greatest dreams and even break the deepest love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepak let out a sigh of pain. What could he do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? The old one was beyond repair. A little away stood Roshini with her eyes riveted on the once “The man of her life” standing in the temple and staring at the peaceful Kaveri. He was a very handsome man in mid twenties, but Roshini had always loved Deepak for his intensity and his innocence. She always knew guys like Deepak are one in crores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepak had loved Roshini with honest heart. The feeling he had for Roshini had more truth than any other thing possible in this world. How long could he miss Roshini’s presence? He was aware of her standing there and staring at him. He looked at her and felt like he had always felt before. He felt a deep connection with this beautiful lady standing in the temple. They both moved towards each other and the silence of Kaveri witnesses their rendezvous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later they had reached Jenney’s Residency .Sitting inside Wild West they started talking. It all started with the usual stuff about which strangers talk but slowly with the effect of alcohol they started moving towards the real conversation. They talked of why they were here and finally Deepak opened about his heartache of the past year and how events had led him to this point in life. But still they were less talking and more drinking, one peg followed the other and there seemed to be no ending. After two hours Roshini also loosened up. She told him of things that had been locked deep inside her, things which had unsettled her otherwise peaceful life. She told him how she was torn apart when Udai tried to make a comeback in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sixteen year old and a sweet, charming little girl, she was staying with her friends and Udai was one among them. As every girl of sixteen starts searching for a soul mate so did Roshini and in Udai she could see her man coming. Roshini started dreaming about Udai and in no longer than a month Udai and Roshini were having a scene of theirs. But soon Roshini realized that Udai in living in his own world and this full affair is actually just one sided. With this realization her feeling started calming down and it appeared as if nothing had even happened and she began the search for “The man of her life”. Few years later she met Deepak and from then started their love story. Everything was smooth till one day when Roshini met Udai in a function. Udai was appearing very different and tried to bring back the old days. Roshini was very happy with her current life and knew Deepak loves her more than anybody in the world but then why Udai‘s face was appearing again and again in front of her smoky eyes. They say that ‘the first cut … is the deepest’ and Roshini was experiencing the pain of this deep cut. She began to loose her peace and she started having a feeling of being torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some days it continued like this, but now they were not sharing the same emotions, little things were leading to aggravated tension between Deepak and Roshini and one morning Roshini finally decided to call it off. She thought Deepak will stop her but Deepak didn’t and she left. She could not find peace with Udai either and from that time she was living a life which was no better than death. She was like a fish without water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up in Deepak’s eye she could see her pain being reflected. For the first time in months she didn’t feel alone, she could feel the unbearable burden begin to lift from her, she could see a ray of hope. She began to believe that maybe she had a future after all.&lt;br /&gt;Deepak’s eyes also started glowing up in hope; he could see new possibilities emerging out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had come to dissolve their relationship but maybe there was a ray of hope. Deepak stood up and took Roshini by the hand and led her away from the bar .Soon they were at Rock Fort. Tonight they would work on renewing their old promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-4083546854667516237?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/4083546854667516237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=4083546854667516237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/4083546854667516237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/4083546854667516237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2007/12/return-to-innocence-once-again.html' title='Return to Innocence- Once Again..!!'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cj8Glho9qFc/R1FehCI8_DI/AAAAAAAAABE/yoF4_IZ2u7k/s72-c/Smooch__smack_by_Belldandy_sensei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-450853963400688546</id><published>2007-04-11T01:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-11T01:12:05.904+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Pass'/><title type='text'>Aaj phir dil Udaas Hai...</title><content type='html'>Aaj phir dil udaas hai…&lt;br /&gt;Na jaane kaun sa gham kaun si pyaas hai….&lt;br /&gt;Aaj phir dil bas udaas hai…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mansoobe poorey na huey …khushiyaan daaman chodd gayin&lt;br /&gt;Jin annakhoon se dekhe thay khwaab sarre…Woh aankhen hi nam ho gayin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab kya Karen …. Kaise jiyen…&lt;br /&gt;Kya ek murjhaye phool ki tarah bethe rahen….&lt;br /&gt;Thak kar rook jayen ya toofanon se ladte rahein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmeeed ka ek kinara dikh to raha hai…&lt;br /&gt;Bas apni kashti to toofan ke paar lagana hai&lt;br /&gt;Haan Ummeed ka ek kinara dikh to raha hai&lt;br /&gt;Kaam mushkil to hai.. par ek savera dikh to raha hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toofan kitne bhi ho hum ab takraate rahenge…&lt;br /&gt;Hosle se apne har dushman ko jhukate rahenge…&lt;br /&gt;Mushkilon se hum na haarenge …&lt;br /&gt;Jeeten na jeeten par ab hum na haarenge….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haan Ummeed ka ek kinara dikh to raha hai…&lt;br /&gt;Kaam mushkil to hai par ek savera dikh to raha hai…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-450853963400688546?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/450853963400688546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=450853963400688546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/450853963400688546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/450853963400688546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2007/04/aaj-phir-dil-udaas-hai.html' title='Aaj phir dil Udaas Hai...'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-834201636131869720</id><published>2007-04-08T00:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-08T08:14:57.642+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Man Vs Machines : An Emotional Battle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cj8Glho9qFc/RhhXH524qEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaF13K2HuM4/s1600-h/terminator_robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050882775397738562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cj8Glho9qFc/RhhXH524qEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaF13K2HuM4/s200/terminator_robot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God made man, man made machines. Can the creation outperform the creator …??? Are machines really superior to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to the differences between man and machines the most prominent one is with regard to the emotions. Feelings both of joy and sorrow, of delight and pain, of love and hatred rule the human heart and many a times, heart with the support of these feelings is able to rule the head.Are these emotions making us strong or are they weakening us somewhere, when compared to the expressionless cold machines? The answer is again not straight forward. It was these emotions which made us dig the Suez, scale the Everest, conquer the Moon... and even build the state of the art machines. They made us rejoice at our success, made us cry with happiness and made us dance with ecstasy. But it were these emotions only that brought us sheer pain, heartaches and feeling of dejection for little mistakes sometimes stress and at others distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s difficult to say which way emotions take us, on the whole they are quintessentially our greatest strength and greatest weakness.Creator ruling the created is common phenomenon, but time and again history has gone against the common ways. Is history going to witness another uncommon change …????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-834201636131869720?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/834201636131869720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=834201636131869720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/834201636131869720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/834201636131869720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2007/04/man-vs-machines-battle-may-not-be-over.html' title='Man Vs Machines : An Emotional Battle'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cj8Glho9qFc/RhhXH524qEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NaF13K2HuM4/s72-c/terminator_robot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-2565163458702394774</id><published>2007-04-08T00:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:14:05.930+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Pass'/><title type='text'>Want You To Know</title><content type='html'>The latest Sony Ericsson Walkman phone W880i is really a piece of art, striking the emotional chord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mistymind.multiply.com/video/item/8"&gt;http://mistymind.multiply.com/video/item/8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more touching is the background song by Freelance Hellraiser.&lt;br /&gt;To access the video of the song click on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contactmusic.com/new/home.nsf/webpages/thefreelancehellraiserx09x02x06"&gt;http://www.contactmusic.com/new/home.nsf/webpages/thefreelancehellraiserx09x02x06&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Viewing.!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-2565163458702394774?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/2565163458702394774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=2565163458702394774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/2565163458702394774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/2565163458702394774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2007/04/want-you-to-know.html' title='Want You To Know'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-1568590138916596841</id><published>2007-04-07T13:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-08T00:33:13.330+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Pass'/><title type='text'>My Perfect First Date</title><content type='html'>I met her. She was pretty sweet and pretty freak, but she had an attitude that was a puller. On the whole she was surely a head turner! We got frank with each other and started enjoying the good company. We both were weird and that’s what was binding us and pulling us closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemicals working, the conversation continued. We got into the groove for talks of romance and perfect love. She started telling about her expectations from life and love.&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to hear it out as somewhere in my heart I could relate to it all. Soon she told her idea of perfect first date and these were her words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It just can’t get perfect but it might get somewhere near...Let me tell u how...but no questions or speculations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Two days of lying on the grass ...with the each other and nothing at all…&lt;/u&gt; pure fun. All lazing…no need to move…......thats all…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howsoever weird it might have sounded but I liked it, because I loved the honesty in the expression and it was after all very close to what I mean when I say “ As far as dating is concerned … Unconventionality Rules”. So I said “Wow… that’s a great Idea”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked into my eyes full of exuberance and innocence.&lt;br /&gt;She came close to me and with intoxicated eyes she said “ No I meant GRASS !!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-1568590138916596841?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/1568590138916596841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=1568590138916596841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/1568590138916596841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/1568590138916596841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-perfect-first-date.html' title='My Perfect First Date'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-3970356737962627462</id><published>2007-03-13T09:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:41:12.226+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>You &amp; I</title><content type='html'>Continuing with the idea of who’s the boss(&lt;a href="http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html"&gt;http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html&lt;/a&gt; ), the blog I wrote about a year and half back about the individual becoming all powerful; now its the time to talk of another change that the society has started to witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today  it’s the time when experiences are being created for individual as per her needs and desires. But “with freedom and independence comes the responsibilities” and today’s youth very well understands it and is all ready to play its part be it in enjoying independence and customization and be it contributing to the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s man and I strictly mean the common man is contributing to the world in an unparalleled way. He is contributing to the knowledge base of the world through initiatives like wikipedia, customised answers are being given by answers like yahoo answers. Also she is raising her voice against evil in society through various groups and communities on socialising sites aslo she is creating awareness about the good and bad done by politicians and familiarising other individuals about the one’s they should know thru initiatives blogs ( eg &lt;a href="http://meetyourbuddy.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://meetyourbuddy.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On first appearance it may appear as if the contribution is limited to creating base for knowledge but then there are intitiatives in the area of open source software development, where thousands of nameless faceless people are slogging out to make things better. Hats off to them. Also and more remarkable is the story of online social venture capital ( eg &lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/"&gt;http://www.kiva.org&lt;/a&gt; ) where you and I are helping in supplying the money where its needed most.&lt;br /&gt; These are just a few examples of how You and I are changing the world with every initiative of ours ,howsoever small it may be. We have the power to change the world and we are doing so. What is more exhilarating is the fact that we have only started…!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-3970356737962627462?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/3970356737962627462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=3970356737962627462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/3970356737962627462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/3970356737962627462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-i.html' title='You &amp; I'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-115130366046406936</id><published>2006-06-26T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:20:17.436+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Why God will not help ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;We all pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, evening and night millions of people pray to God thanking Him, plainly talking to Him but most frequently asking for help. Yes let us accept it, every morning, evening and night millions of people are requesting and begging for some kind of help. It can be help of any time; help with cash and kind, help to save some kith and kin, help in mere change of lifestyle, help in career growth or maybe help in love life and in certain cases help of all the types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is asked for hundreds of thousands of help requests every moment and each individual who is praying is optimistic and hopeful about his request to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where do God stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us see how God would be seeing these many requests coming to him. God has made this world this universe. All things living and dead have been made by him but he has made a self sustaining and self-evolving system implying that when He made this system millions or perhaps billions of years ago he had made a simple system capable of growing and evolving on its own. The system worked and went on its journey of evolution on its own with perhaps certain interventions from God in between here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present situation is that we have a the full universe (or beyond…) as a system for God to take care of and we have one tiny earth somewhere one among the nine planets revolving around the Sun which is one among 1000000…. 000 (10 followed by 22 zeros) stars. And on this earth alone we are more than 5 billion human beings and more in number other living creatures who have a brain and think and given the chaos we have in our minds, the problems that we face are mostly originate from our thought process it is quite clear that God not having control in this system at micro level or probably He doesn’t want to disturb the system by too frequent interventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;His Problem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since to help us out or to exert any control on the system God needs to exercise certain intervention but it almost always happen that a help to me is someway or the other going against somebody else who is again part of the system in equal rights. Hence again he will not be all too excited about helping anybody so he will either not do it or do it very rarely. Suppose He still chooses to take up intervention once in a while then the question will come out of the billions which one or which few to help. Now the probability of me or for that anybody else for that matter (based on equal status in the system) is coming our to be 1 in a billion which means that is even if His interventions are as frequent as every 1 minute one has to wait for approx 2000 years before his turn comes. This long a period is too long for humans to survive and be blessed by. Hence God will not or probably cannot help me or anybody else for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Since we will not be able to get God’s help its high time that we start helping each other and ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note &lt;br /&gt;The above ideology has been deduced from the ideology of God making the system and His being outside of it as a central power. On the contrary if God is treated as omnipresent or more meaning fully residing within every one then the deductions shall be totally different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-115130366046406936?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/115130366046406936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=115130366046406936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/115130366046406936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/115130366046406936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-god-will-not-help-me.html' title='Why God will not help ?'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-115047338585796279</id><published>2006-06-16T21:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-08T08:18:43.985+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Tequila and Salt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cj8Glho9qFc/RhhYAJ24qFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dFTYkn9pgVA/s1600-h/tequila.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050883741765380178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cj8Glho9qFc/RhhYAJ24qFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dFTYkn9pgVA/s200/tequila.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time Naarad went to Brahma and asked a question leading to an interesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narad: "My lord, I fail to understand this human race."&lt;br /&gt;Brahma: "What happened Naarad?"&lt;br /&gt;Narad: "They just don't behave expectedly, every time I expect a particular behavior they behave differently."&lt;br /&gt;Brahma: "Don't take humans as one. They all are unique, they all are different. But I can tell you one way which will make your life simpler."&lt;br /&gt;Narad: "And what is that divine wisdom my lord?"&lt;br /&gt;Brahma: "The secret is to take humans as belonging to one of five broad categories. For example suppose five humans are sitting close to a lemon tree and few lemons fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ignorant-He sees it, thinks something and goes back into his own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cynic- He picks up a lemon and tastes it. Furious with the bitter &amp;amp; sour taste he cries out,”What a frivolous life… What a wasteful fruit”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maarwaari- He picks up all the lemons (fallen as well as on the tree) and goes to the market to sell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cheerful- He believes in ‘When life gives you lemon… make a lemonade’ and he does the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Jolly Good Weirdo- He gets up, picks up a lemon and moves on ….in search of Tequila and salt."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9963453-115047338585796279?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/115047338585796279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=115047338585796279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/115047338585796279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/115047338585796279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2006/06/tequila-and-salt.html' title='Tequila and Salt!'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cj8Glho9qFc/RhhYAJ24qFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dFTYkn9pgVA/s72-c/tequila.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-114714953309519116</id><published>2006-05-09T10:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-09T10:08:53.116+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Pass'/><title type='text'>Red Bull</title><content type='html'>After I bought a red color bike the first thing that came to my mind was to have a name for it. The whole idea got me confused. The more I tried to get out of it and more I found myself engulfed in it. Hence I decided to name it scientifically with the help of Best in the Business. Finally the name was chosen after thorough research and analysis by a panel of esteemed professionals chosen to finish up the task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panel consisted of statisticians, linguistis, zoologists and Marketeers all of them led by a best of the MBAs who were directly reporting to me. The selection strategy was proposed by Macinsey, BeeSeeG and Pain in their first ever joint venture. &lt;br /&gt;To conduct the study funds were invested by Oldman Sacks Private Equity, He-man Brothers and Carbide group.&lt;br /&gt;Prizewaterhousecoppers and Earned and Young were roped in to audit the procedure at every milestone so as to ensure that there is transparency maintained at every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mathematical modelling for the data analysis was done upcoming but promising Mental Analytics by using a specially designed OS by Macrosoft which was supported by hardware specially developed by HPee, Dall and Lene-do for this particular task ( again for the first time in History). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many sleepless nights the team finally came up with the name Red Bull.After the name Red Bull was proposed, Bakery and McKenzie with its 3000 attorneys fought the case againts "Redd Bull" (the energy drink) to get the rights to use the name for my bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't divulge all these details because I thought of KEEPING IT SIMPLE...But that in no way, was an indication that any sort of discrimination will be tolerated. Yes no discrimination shall be tolerated !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-114714953309519116?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/114714953309519116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=114714953309519116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/114714953309519116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/114714953309519116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2006/05/red-bull.html' title='Red Bull'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-114610937670968899</id><published>2006-04-27T09:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-27T09:12:56.710+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Pass'/><title type='text'>Merits of KISSing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/746/1600/simple.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1135/746/400/simple.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-114610937670968899?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/114610937670968899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=114610937670968899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/114610937670968899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/114610937670968899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2006/04/merits-of-kissing_26.html' title='Merits of KISSing'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-113886034273933774</id><published>2006-02-02T11:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:46:06.626+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Fast and the furious</title><content type='html'>Rating- 3.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting part starts after I reached at the chill of 3 am in Bangalore. It was a drive, a real one, fundoo auto driver who was reminding me of Schumacher at each and every turn of plain clear roads of Bangalore. The excitement reached its peak when we crossed Frazer town as the Schumacher met all his competitors who were much better prepared whooshing around in their converted sports car, breaking the silence of night.&lt;br /&gt;“zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan” they roared one after the other and it making me feel that I was a small creature out there crawling on the road. They zipped away fast but not without letting me thank them for sparing my poor life and not crushing me as a punishment of crossing the path chosen by the majesties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the 14 km cruise came to an end and I was at my place, reached there sound, safe and real fast. After an hr break I was again speeding towards the office, enjoying the drive with loud music in the young hours of morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-113886034273933774?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/113886034273933774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=113886034273933774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113886034273933774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113886034273933774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2006/02/fast-and-furious.html' title='Fast and the furious'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-113886028000834043</id><published>2006-02-02T11:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-08T11:45:31.813+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>Uncertainty Pizza with Excitement toppings!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Will I … won’t I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the description of a particular examples of those moments of human lives when the life is full of uncertainty, full of ifs and buts with each if and but changing the entire course of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a normal Saturday evening but only thing abnormal about it was that I was kind of restless, undecided and uncertain. I had my sentiments pushing me to make a visit to my alma mater and have my memories revisited during the course of our institute’s technical festival named Pragyan and work place bounds were pressing me to stay back. Undecided and unplanned I just made an impulsive decision to listen to my heart and simply at 8:30 pm I rushed off from my home. Not knowing how I will reach I just went or rather rushed towards Indranagar KPN office and fortunately managed to reach just 2 min before the ticket selling counter closes. Was lucky to get a seat and had a good night sleep during the onward journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ooops!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early hours of morning I reached college, little inside only I found my beloved junior Golu sitting at the PR Desk. He asked me of my plans and after getting to know that I am planning to leave the same day night. He started laughing. &lt;br /&gt;“ What happened”, I asked with expressions of surprise and awe on my face.&lt;br /&gt;“You will not get any seat in any bus, all are booked from the last three days. I have personally checked.”&lt;br /&gt;“Why???”&lt;br /&gt;“Today is Sunday and lot of people working in Bangalore would be going back tonight”&lt;br /&gt;I immediately called up KPN and they confirmed the bad new.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my god”, I almost shouted.&lt;br /&gt;I had a very important meeting next day at 0930 and before attending it I needed to do some preparation so reaching back home by 0730 was critical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun Assorted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a little worried but then decided to enjoy at least till the evening. Walked down to Golu’s room after looking around the highly decorated campus. Sponsors’ banners, posters, flags were all around. “Good Money Show!” I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;At Golu’s room met dear old Anna, he was sleeping like a donkey, his presence made me feel drowsy and I took a two hour nap. After that we thought of spicing it up and made the best use of the morning by enjoying some explicit stuff on Golu’s comp. It was a recommended stuff, so had to be good. [:-)].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this came out to for Pragyan and have a refreshed view of the college. Was made an honorable bakra by Pragyan juniors when they got me into a presentation and made me listen to it all just to present ‘memento’ to the presenter. Participated in Dalaal Street. At the stalls met the current first year students, they were introduced to me by a third junior who was looking refreshingly fresh in her new get up. One paparazzi junior was enjoying photographing me all along. After some masti at the stalls I was asked to judge the event aavishkar, the model presentation contest to which I readily and happily agreed. The models were pretty good but it would have been better if the participants had given a more holistic thought to their models and their utility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pack your bags!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon was not over yet and again my mind was full of uncertainty as I was worried about the meeting the coming day. And finally I decided to leave the college at 1630 to check if some other travel agent can give me night bus ticket to Bangalore. Wasn’t very happy taking this decision cause doing this would have meant staying less than 10 hrs after spending 20 hrs in to and fro journey. But then I was working now and had my own set of priorities, these days I was being paid for being in the company not like the days of past when for being in the college I was paying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I reached CBS, very soon I found out that there is no reservation available at night bus to Bangalore. I decided not to take any chance and got into a govt. bus to Salem. From there I with a little difficulty got into a poor government bus that was not well made. At least it was by any standards good for a comfortable night travel. Passing each and every minute was painful, until they started the Tamil movie “Arul” after which in the noise it became unbearable. Somehow managed to reach Bangalore bus stand at three in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fast and the furious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting part starts after I reached at the chill of 3 am in Bangalore. It was a drive, a real one, fundoo auto driver who was reminding me of Schumacher at each and every turn of plain clear roads of Bangalore. The excitement reached its peak when we crossed Frazer town as the Schumacher met all his competitors who were much better prepared whooshing around in their converted sports car, breaking the silence of night.&lt;br /&gt;“zaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan” they roared one after the other and it making me feel that I was a small creature out there crawling on the road. They zipped away fast but not without letting me thank them for sparing my poor life and not crushing me as a punishment of crossing the path chosen by the majesties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the 14 km cruise came to an end and I was at my place, reached there sound, safe and real fast. After an hr break I was again speeding towards the office, enjoying the drive with loud music in the young hours of morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-113886028000834043?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/113886028000834043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=113886028000834043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113886028000834043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113886028000834043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2006/02/uncertainty-pizza-with-excitement.html' title='Uncertainty Pizza with Excitement toppings!!!'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-113730178802963454</id><published>2006-01-15T10:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-15T10:58:56.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>" The KISS "</title><content type='html'>The KISS principle is a popular maxim often invoked when discussing a design process as a reminder to avoid the unnecessary complexity that can arise during the design process. The traditional expansion of this acronym is "Keep it Simple, Stupid".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because of the implied irreverence (or blatant insult, depending on perception), the acronym is rarely explained. Where concerns over the word "stupid" exist, a euphemistic explanation of "Keep It Simple and Straightforward" is sometimes resorted to. Other common expansions include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Super Simple", &lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Simple, Sweetie", gentler, or perhaps more patronising; &lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Small and Simple"; &lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Simple and Stupid", often used when discussing artificial intelligence; &lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Small and Scalable", often used when discussing IT; &lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Short and Simple", a common marketing maxim for sales presentations; &lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Short and Sweet"; &lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Simple, Keep It Stupid", which produces the acronym KISKIS; &lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Stupidly Simple"; &lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Simple, Silly", another kinder phrasing; &lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Stupid, Simple", the joking version; &lt;br /&gt;"Keep It Simple, Shithead", the anti-euphemistic version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KISS_principle"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KISS_principle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-113730178802963454?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/113730178802963454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=113730178802963454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113730178802963454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113730178802963454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2006/01/kiss.html' title='&quot; The KISS &quot;'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-113730083416520306</id><published>2006-01-15T10:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-15T10:23:54.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote Unquote --(1)</title><content type='html'>"Simple is beautiful thats why I love KISS-ing"&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;well thats a quote by ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-113730083416520306?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/113730083416520306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=113730083416520306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113730083416520306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113730083416520306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2006/01/quote-unquote-1.html' title='Quote Unquote --(1)'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-113703792414888056</id><published>2006-01-12T09:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:22:04.163+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Simple is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>11 January 2006, 9:30 pm a tired engineer is back at home. In his hand he is carrying that day’s edition of The Times of India that he just picked up from a corner store. He keeps the paper aside and goes to get dinner. While he is enjoying wheat flakes and muesli with cold milk he just scans through the paper and suddenly something in Times Ascent catches his attention and he starts wondering; he starts telling himself really “Simple is Beautiful”, this was an half page ad for recruitment; very simple and sweet, other than 19 small pictures it contained only and only 5 incomplete sentences, just 5 word-sets yet so powerfully was the message conveyed that it made other recruitments advertisements look like piece of mess, unnecessarily detailed and confusing. 19 simple pictures and 5 word-sets were so creatively used that it was conveying everything it needed to, the tangibles of the job and very strongly the intangible ones also. The engineer was simply awestruck by the creative masterpiece. As a sense of admiration he decided to get the `30 word home page` company’s recruitment advertisement framed in his house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-113703792414888056?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/113703792414888056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=113703792414888056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113703792414888056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113703792414888056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2006/01/simple-is-beautiful.html' title='Simple is Beautiful'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-113686761006147266</id><published>2006-01-10T10:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:23:02.076+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Good is the Enemy of Great</title><content type='html'>Very often we aspire to do good, be good and emerge out as good, but in the whole process we just ignore out a very important fact that `Good is the enemy of Great` and personally speaking I think good is not just an enemy of great, in-fact it’s the biggest enemy of great. So all along our journey of being good, we are consciously but unknowingly moving away from great. A bird eye’s view will clearly tell that good and great are in the same direction but that is where the one falls for the trap of good, actually journey to great is like climbing a mountain and good is somewhere high enough but great is the peak of the mountain. Those who have good in mind are never able to reach the top, this is because good is high enough to make anybody happy and make him feel contented. This is the reason why only a handful are able to reach great, rest all are just satisfied at good. And once at good it becomes extremely difficult to take up the pain and risk to endeavor for being great. So in order to become great first thing required is to shun the love of good or the fear of loosing it while being great. This is the minimum price one has to pay to move closer to great and THOSE WHO LACK THE GUTS CAN STAY AT HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Written after getting inspired by the revolutionary book “ Good to Great “ by Jim Collins shattering all the myths about great companies and showing a path for good to become great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-113686761006147266?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/113686761006147266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=113686761006147266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113686761006147266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113686761006147266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-is-enemy-of-great.html' title='Good is the Enemy of Great'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-113686756171198752</id><published>2006-01-10T10:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-10T10:02:41.733+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'>New Year .. New beginning</title><content type='html'>New Year ... New beginning.... and a whole new approach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have been very irregular with blogging, as a result of which during the last few months I have just a few entries there in my blog. But from now onwards I have decided to be very regular with blogging. I will be making a point to have entries almost everyday. I have planned to cover a whole range of topics including Current Affairs, Book Reviews, Stock Market, Philosophy, Spirituality, Great Personalities and Loads of Masala (now you understood what I meant by current affairs… ;-))  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish myself Happy Blogging and wish you all Happy Reading!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-113686756171198752?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/113686756171198752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=113686756171198752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113686756171198752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113686756171198752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='New Year .. New beginning'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-113457702391029875</id><published>2005-12-14T20:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:00:49.976+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Pass'/><title type='text'>In The Rain</title><content type='html'>A dark night , A rainy night, A lonely night&lt;br /&gt;One view over country side ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all simple and quiet&lt;br /&gt;Streets stood there glitzy and bright&lt;br /&gt;Washed with rain water down and under&lt;br /&gt;They Sparkled the like a necklace with every thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one such street lay there, a young lady totally bare&lt;br /&gt;Rain drops kissing her all over, making her soft skin even softer&lt;br /&gt;She was calm ,  she was quiet&lt;br /&gt;Her body stood there like Taj in full moon night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lay there with an open spirit, No fear&lt;br /&gt;And great love for this experience which she found dear&lt;br /&gt;She showed not a single sign of unease&lt;br /&gt;In the surrounding she had chosen to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with a perfect composure ,lying in solitude&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could tremble her, not even with little magnitute&lt;br /&gt;Be it my arrival or be it my presence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me such enthralling was her presence&lt;br /&gt;That it left me experiencing a spirit uplifting essence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-113457702391029875?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/113457702391029875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=113457702391029875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113457702391029875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113457702391029875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-rain.html' title='In The Rain'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-113032140047785609</id><published>2005-10-26T15:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:40:00.476+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Think Over it .....(3)</title><content type='html'>Every true man is a cause, a country , and an age; requires infinite spaces and numbers and time fully to accomplish his design.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-113032140047785609?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/113032140047785609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=113032140047785609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113032140047785609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113032140047785609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/10/think-over-it-3.html' title='Think Over it .....(3)'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-113032060870478785</id><published>2005-10-26T15:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-26T15:27:36.516+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Think Over It ..... (2)</title><content type='html'>"Prayer is the contemplation of the facts of life from the highest point of view " -- Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-113032060870478785?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/113032060870478785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=113032060870478785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113032060870478785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/113032060870478785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/10/think-over-it-2.html' title='Think Over It ..... (2)'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-112732196896520671</id><published>2005-09-21T22:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:51:29.936+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Who's the Boss</title><content type='html'>Continuing the mood of "mad N deep thinking" (TM), I was wondering about the power distribution in the society; rite from prehistoric period to modern day scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long long ago, when man used to worship the sun and the animals both because of fear and gratitude, it was the time when few or sometimes a single individual ruled the masses with unbelievable command and authority. He (sometimes she) enjoyed God-like status and his words were 'command from God'. He alone used to decide upon the modalities of the functioning of the system. He used to rule as per his wish and not as per certain basic guidelines. In short, this one person enjoyed leading the life of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually things changed, man evolved and systems emerged. The concept of a ruler came into being, legacies were passed from one generation to another. Though still only one person was the ruler but the improvement was a set of wise people (supposedly) to guide him, to advise him and to help him. Also emerged certain set of guidelines for him to rule and a set of expectations from him, thus preventing him to rule by his individual wish. Another difference that cropped up was the emergence of group of people who were enjoying a status of power, position, prestige and prosperity (4Ps). Along with the king, noble men, businessmen etc started leading a life full of 4Ps. But the important thing to note was that none of them was the God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly crawled in the modern world; and the word “democracy” was being heard in every street and corner of the world. System was laid to empower each and every individual. The system had its own shortcomings and constraints but still it proved an effective means of decentralization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is still seeing a lot of changes in this direction with increased empowerment and improved connectivity, the roles are changing and the power of an individual has scaled new heights. Today in the area of governance its him who decides who should rule and how should he be ruled thus indirectly and collectively ruling the ruler. In area of commerce and merchandising, new concepts have evolved proving greater level of options and customizing to the individual. From company centric and product centric ( i.e. in control of few ) the consumer centric business models have evolved ( i.e. control by many ) and customized experiences are being created for the common man. In short yesterday’s common man is no longer common. He is the king of his own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the trend continues, which it should and I guess it will then very soon we will have societies full governed by individual preferences. Experiences will be created for the individuals as per need and choice. That day every one will feel like God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-112732196896520671?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/112732196896520671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=112732196896520671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/112732196896520671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/112732196896520671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/09/whos-boss.html' title='Who&apos;s the Boss'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-112711468344692098</id><published>2005-09-19T12:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:18:35.710+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Think Over  It..... (1)</title><content type='html'>" Facts don't speak for themselves; they speak for the ventriloquists who manipulate them "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken verbatim from an article in TOI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-112711468344692098?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/112711468344692098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=112711468344692098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/112711468344692098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/112711468344692098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/09/think-over-it-1.html' title='Think Over  It..... (1)'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-112711399118575096</id><published>2005-09-19T11:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-19T12:52:18.503+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Virtual Reality - 2</title><content type='html'>Wondering more about virtual reality .. I mean the virtual and the real worlds, I could figure out a better linkage between the two and a lot better insight of the two different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real world on a basic level represents the practical world. How things can be Done ? How well things are done ? .. and the general dynamics of the world from practicality point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtual world on the other hand is very very close to theory. As talked earlier ( in the previous post ) the nature of components of practical world are as such they deliver and demand very high levels of accuracy and efficiency , thus nearly eliminating the basic gap between what is in theory and what is in practise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we have always noticed &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, in any system , in any society; there is always a transitition goin on from one extreme to other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Same is the case of the virtual and real worlds. In the earlier times real world was more dominant, things on paper were always far better than what they were in reality ; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the gap between what was possible and what was bein achieved was wide. enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The process of improvement was slow. But with the slow but rock steady advent of high technology in the fields of information and computing things changed. Virtual world came into existence  and very soon this dichotomous world started casting its shadow on each and every aspect of Human civilization.&lt;br /&gt;High reliability and efficiency in communication led to faster , reliable and efficient systems elsewhere; concepts like POD ( publishing on demand ) and JIT ( Just in Time ) were born. Better supply chains were evolved and &lt;strong&gt;a sense of possible came into being. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in almost every real world ; the concept of virtual world has stepped in; the sense of possible has sparked a strong desire to fill in the gaps of theory and practise,and the tools of the virtual world helping in building up the capability for the same.So... the human race is running towards a point of convergence and that will be the VIRTUAL REALITY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-112711399118575096?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/112711399118575096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=112711399118575096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/112711399118575096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/112711399118575096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/09/virtual-reality-2_18.html' title='Virtual Reality - 2'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-112513262936272374</id><published>2005-08-27T13:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:41:34.393+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Virtual (Vs) Real(ity)</title><content type='html'>I, originally belonging to real world had a great, deep and far reaching impact of virtual world, when I was there living in and out in the virtual world. This was not because of any daydreaming but because of the being a student of Computer Science coming back to real world I could appreciate the stark difference between the two.&lt;br /&gt;Virtual world is more of idealist, there its binary either things work or they don't very few moments remind us of anything in between. Such is the state as virtual world demands for more of perfection, accuracy, precision,exactitude and not to forget the speed at which things operate. As a result of which something not up to the mark.. that is not being 1 is discarded as 0.Take for example a software program solving a problem either solves it or it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand a very different scene exists in real world. Here the most remarkable feature is that nothing is 0 or 1. Each and everything ranges between the two extremes of 0 and 1. There are things which are near about perfect and something totally waste but mostly things fall in the category of being acceptable to a level of satisfaction or being in a state of delicate or strong balance in terms of parameters of acceptance. Take for example the tobacco industry. If cigarettes are being made , you can never call a stick a perfect one but still its a smokable stick , putting the case somewhere between zero and one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All differences apart there is a point of convergence of the two worlds, which lies in the perception with which the two worlds are looked at. The commonality arises by drawing a line, a mark of differentiation, and a classifier, which divides the outcomes of a real society into two groups 0 and 1 and hence leads to viewing it as a virtual world. This may seem as a compromise but it is not so the virtual world that I talked about earlier is actually a real world only with just a small difference.. the classifying standards are set very high ( not just by an arbit choice but because of the nature of the components forming the virtual world). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I see differences between the two worlds and I try to bring about a commonality between the two and this for me is the VIRTUAL REALITY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-112513262936272374?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/112513262936272374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=112513262936272374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/112513262936272374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/112513262936272374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/08/virtual-vs-reality_27.html' title='Virtual (Vs) Real(ity)'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-111329607478608417</id><published>2005-04-12T14:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-12T14:24:34.786+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Never Trust Anybody</title><content type='html'>Never Trust Anybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champak Dhariwal was zooming across the gusty meadows of Tempalon lost in his dreams and riding his bike. Whooshing across trees big and small, zipping around people short and tall, Champak was cutting across his way towards his destination. He was going from Trichy to Tempalon to offer prayers at the holy shrine of Tempalon. Offering prayers was just a trivial reason for evading the real reason of running from himself. Champak Dhariwal, popularly known as CD among his friends was a simple innocent man who was having good faith in goodness of humanity and was bestowed with a very trusting character. He was tall, dark and handsome. Gifted with smooth hair titivated by locks and curls all around resembling a popular movie star; CD was surely an eye catcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As CD was cruising forward, his mind was going backwards in the past, in the recent past; reminiscing the memorable, romantic days he spent with Shelly Jaampal. Shelly Jaampal, the very same popular girl from the college, who was stunningly beautiful and always wore a seductive smile. Yes it was the very same smile that always made Shelly very appealing to CD. Soon this appealing smiling became a major attracting force and drew CD towards Shelly. Shelly too immersed in desire for CD starting looking him with eyes of adoration, admiration, exaltation and love. Spring came, flowers bloomed and there was happiness all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seasons change, weather transforms. Soon after spring, came the winter. Some say Shelly was unfaithful; some say CD was too possessive, some even say it was normal to have happened that way. The problem started when brown haired Danish came in Shelly’s life and swayed her off her feet. But this betrayal left CD with scars, deep scars. He lost his faith over love and started distrusting people; ‘Never Trust Anybody’ became his life governing principle. He vowed that he will never ever trust anybody especially the fair sex. Within a week ‘Never Trust Anybody’ became his most used phrase. He could be seen in canteen, in classroom, on the streets of college campus telling people about the significance of this principle in which he deeply believes in. He wrote these words everywhere, in his room, on his table, on the front pages of all his books and even on his darling bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!  CD had to apply sudden brakes to check his speeding bike moving over a stray dog. This brought him out of his dreams and started moving a little slower. But he was still cursing the fair sex and telling himself that he will never ever trust anybody. A little away stood a very pretty lady besides her broken car. She had a bright face and gracious smile just like an angel. Looking at CD she requested him to stop. CD pulled the brake lever. She came close, very close. In his ear she whispered &lt;br /&gt;“My car broke down and I have to urgently go to Trichy “&lt;br /&gt;“But I m going to Tempalon and Trichy is way back 45 km”&lt;br /&gt;“Please, puh-leez, this passage is very lonely and these meadows, they are uninhabited puh-leez, you see I am just a little girl, all alone”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice was very girlish; CD looked at the condenser of his bike where ‘Never Trust Anybody’ was written in bold letters with a danger sign. An ignorant smile comes on his face.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;They are very true when they say that Old habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wonder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-111329607478608417?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/111329607478608417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=111329607478608417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/111329607478608417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/111329607478608417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/04/never-trust-anybody.html' title='Never Trust Anybody'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-111313067243994868</id><published>2005-04-10T16:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-10T16:27:52.440+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Yaad</title><content type='html'>Jaane hua hai aaj kya humein hum na jaane ..&lt;br /&gt; kyon humko yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad aaye woh…&lt;br /&gt;Ab is tarah usko sochta hoon ..&lt;br /&gt; guzray hua pal rokta hoon&lt;br /&gt;Jaane hua hai aaj kya humein hum na jaane..&lt;br /&gt; kyon humko yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad aaye woh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wonder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-111313067243994868?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/111313067243994868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=111313067243994868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/111313067243994868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/111313067243994868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/04/yaad.html' title='Yaad'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-111477537578684020</id><published>2005-02-28T18:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:19:35.790+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Return to Innocence</title><content type='html'>Deepak gazed over the Kaveri River, feeling the faint breeze against his face, eyes shut and Rock Fort temple music enchanting in his ears. The place was peaceful and sacred beyond belief, but it was still unable to ease the grief he felt as he remembered the last time he has been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had been engaged to Roshini right here on this spot two years ago. Dressed in blue Lukhnawi kurta pajama, wearing an innocent smile on his clean shaved face, he was happier than he had ever thought possible. Roshini was even more stunning and utterly irresistible wearing a yellow sari. Her dark long hair slightly ruffled and her eyes full of adoration as she looked at his groom to be. They held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying together. They had made promises to live together all their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that seemed such a long time ago now. A lot can change in moments and in this case time was in abundance. A lot of heartache can change a person and drive a wedge through the strongest ties, shatter the greatest dreams and even break the deepest love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepak let out a sigh of pain. What could he do but move on, find a new life and new dreams? The old one was beyond repair. A little away stood Roshini with her eyes riveted on the once “The man of her life” standing in the temple and staring at the peaceful Kaveri. He was a very handsome man in mid twenties, but Roshini had always loved Deepak for his intensity and his innocence. She always knew guys like Deepak are one in crores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deepak had loved Roshini with honest heart. The feeling he had for Roshini had more truth than any other thing possible in this world. How long could he miss Roshini’s presence? He was aware of her standing there and staring at him. He looked at her and felt like he had always felt before. He felt a deep connection with this beautiful lady standing in the temple. They both moved towards each other and the silence of Kaveri witnesses their rendezvous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later they had reached Jenney’s Residency .Sitting inside Wild West they started talking. It all started with the usual stuff about which strangers talk but slowly with the effect of alcohol they started moving towards the real conversation. They talked of why they were here and finally Deepak opened about his heartache of the past year and how events had led him to this point in life. But still they were less talking and more drinking, one peg followed the other and there seemed to be no ending. After two hours Roshini also loosened up. She told him of things that had been locked deep inside her, things which had unsettled her otherwise peaceful life. She told him how she was torn apart when Udai tried to make a comeback in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was sixteen year old and a sweet, charming little girl, she was staying with her friends and Udai was one among them. As every girl of sixteen starts searching for a soul mate so did Roshini and in Udai she could see her man coming. Roshini started dreaming about Udai and in no longer than a month Udai and Roshini were having a scene of theirs. But soon Roshini realized that Udai in living in his own world and this full affair is actually just one sided. With this realization her feeling started calming down and it appeared as if nothing had even happened and she began the search for “The man of her life”. Few years later she met Deepak and from then started their love story. Everything was smooth till one day when Roshini met Udai in a function. Udai was appearing very different and tried to bring back the old days. Roshini was very happy with her current life and knew Deepak loves her more than anybody in the world but then why Udai‘s face was appearing again and again in front of her smoky eyes. They say that ‘the first cut … is the deepest’ and Roshini was experiencing the pain of this deep cut. She began to loose her peace and she started having a feeling of being torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some days it continued like this, but now they were not sharing the same emotions, little things were leading to aggravated tension between Deepak and Roshini and one morning Roshini finally decided to call it off. She thought Deepak will stop her but Deepak didn’t and she left. She could not find peace with Udai either and from that time she was living a life which was no better than death. She was like a fish without water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up in Deepak’s eye she could see her pain being reflected. For the first time in months she didn’t feel alone, she could feel the unbearable burden begin to lift from her, she could see a ray of hope. She began to believe that maybe she had a future after all.&lt;br /&gt;Deepak’s eyes also started glowing up in hope; he could see new possibilities emerging out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had come to dissolve their relationship but maybe there was a ray of hope. Deepak stood up and took Roshini by the hand and led her away from the bar .Soon they were at Rock Fort. Tonight they would work on renewing their old promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-111477537578684020?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/111477537578684020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=111477537578684020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/111477537578684020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/111477537578684020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/02/return-to-innocence_28.html' title='Return to Innocence'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-110933880739066823</id><published>2005-02-25T19:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-25T19:10:07.393+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>Love, this four letter mysterious word, means different to different people. Everybody seems to have experienced it. Love pleases and troubles people in various ways. “Am I in love? “ , “Does she love me ?”,”Will my love be ever reciprocated ?”, “ What is love “ are some of the questions people keep asking themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much confusion about love is because same word love is used often to describe a variety of emotions like liking, desire, infatuation, crush, admiration, want, need, lust and love, of course. &lt;strong&gt;Unlike the popular belief, love is not beyond our control. It’s an act of conscious choice&lt;/strong&gt;. Love just doesn’t happen; we actually consciously or sub-consciously work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times we may be head over heels for someone who’s most unsuitable or ill matched for us. Such an attraction or a relationship does not lead to any spiritual growth. It’s a temporary phase and we soon come out of it &lt;strong&gt;unless we voluntarily choose to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What is love? Love is a kind of spiritual growth and it’s a magical experience. More than this love can’t be expressed in words it can only be experienced!!! Go ahead experience it !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-110933880739066823?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/110933880739066823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=110933880739066823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/110933880739066823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/110933880739066823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-110933866571791346</id><published>2005-02-25T19:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-25T19:07:45.720+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought'/><title type='text'>Man Vs Machines</title><content type='html'>God made man, man made machines. Can the creation outperform the creator …??? Are machines really superior to us? Coming to the differences between man and machines the most prominent one is with regard to the emotions. Feelings both of joy and sorrow, of delight and pain, of love and hatred rule the human heart and many a times, heart with the support of these feelings is able to rule the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these emotions making us strong or are they weakening us somewhere, when compared to the expressionless cold machines? The answer is again not straight forward. It was these emotions which made us dig the Suez, scale the Everest, conquer the Moon... and even build the state of the art machines. They made us rejoice at our success, made us cry with happiness and made us dance with ecstasy. But it were these emotions only that brought us sheer pain, heartaches and feeling of dejection for little mistakes sometimes stress and at others distress. So it’s difficult to say which way emotions take us, on the whole they are quintessentially our greatest strength and greatest weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creator ruling the created is common phenomenon, but time and again history has gone against the common ways. Is history going to witness another uncommon change …????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-110933866571791346?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/110933866571791346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=110933866571791346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/110933866571791346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/110933866571791346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/02/man-vs-machines.html' title='Man Vs Machines'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9963453.post-110918017672633751</id><published>2005-02-23T23:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-23T23:06:16.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lewin's Poem</title><content type='html'>Hail compsceez macho man,&lt;br /&gt;A heavy weitght who belongs to the UP clan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To generate lots of ideas he is able,&lt;br /&gt;The most famous is his RoundTable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though technically strong , mgmt oriented is he,&lt;br /&gt;Explained by his big job in ITC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open hearted fellow who believes in Lateral Entry,&lt;br /&gt;He is one of the roots of the Pragyan Tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numerically 'I Love You' bug, he will miss,&lt;br /&gt;But he thinks, therefore thats the way he is !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9963453-110918017672633751?l=up-up-and-away.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/feeds/110918017672633751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9963453&amp;postID=110918017672633751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/110918017672633751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9963453/posts/default/110918017672633751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://up-up-and-away.blogspot.com/2005/02/lewins-poem.html' title='Lewin&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>m@d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08720590198278229476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
