<?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-6755498129692683999</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:31:48.931+04:00</updated><category term='Movie Review'/><category term='Independence Day'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Reality Shows'/><category term='organise'/><category term='Award'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Festivals'/><category term='tagged'/><category term='a wednesday'/><category term='delhi blast'/><category term='Life&apos;s Log'/><category term='website'/><category term='ramblings'/><category term='old memories'/><category term='musings'/><category term='Kabhie Kabhie Pyaar'/><category term='Indian Television'/><category term='humor'/><title type='text'>It's Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-2917959493435774301</id><published>2011-07-19T18:14:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T18:24:33.701+04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!</title><content type='html'>Its been so long since I wrote a post that I am finding it difficult to start. It's been two years since I blogged. I have been coming and reading a few posts every now and then but then never got down to commenting on any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came on the blog yesterday and read through my own posts - I had forgotten so much! And things have changed so much! It has got me motivated enough to start blogging again...so wait for my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big hola to all of you my friends :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-2917959493435774301?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/2917959493435774301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/2917959493435774301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/2917959493435774301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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-6755498129692683999.post-3301110611258622280</id><published>2009-05-15T13:01:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:26:13.325+04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of this and that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been away for a long time (the whole of April infact) and it was touching to know you all missed me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been a bit hectic lately, with us starting a new venture and then travelling etc etc. So I though I'll brief you up with some stuff that I've been going through this month...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My saga on hiring continues. Only this time I have managed to interview a candidate in her car! She couldn't find a parking so I she invited m to interview her in her car. This one surely goes in the list of my "memorable" interviews. (Wonder how/what one would say about such a case. What would you have done if you were in my place?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to Mumbai for a couple of days and back. It was a great trip and well the weather was as bad as it is in Dubai. Rather Dubai is getting worse with the temperature soaring up to 40 degrees this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our new office is going to be quite far from home so I am looking at shifting homes. It's been on the cards for a while now but I guess we are looking out more seriously now. It is a tough task finding the right place, at the right distance, at the right price - but I am looking the experience. At least till now. With the real estate market being down, we hope to be able to secure a good place. Keeping our fingers crossed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Following IPL and the Indian Elections lately. A new blog that I have been following regularly is the Fake IPL Player. It has become a must-read for me after every game - especially if KKR was playing (or should I say losing once again ;)). And it was dissappointing to know that Mumbai had the poorest turnout this time - only 41%!! I mean after the Mumbai attacks in November, what was all that "enough is enough" campaign, and gatherings at Gateway of India for?? So many citizens writing about it, protesting on the TV, Radio etc etc, but hardly anyone turned up for voting! A long holiday with family was more important or staying at home in A/C took precedance over voting! Many people said they didn't like any candidate - so then go and chose "No One" - but don't give up your right to vote! I mean this was one concrete action they could take but did not - how can you blame anyone else ever again??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have also been reading your blogs off and on. I am so happy Shalom is pregnant - Congratulations Shalom :), Goofy Mumma returned from her trip loooong back but I haven't written to her as yet. Hey GM I'll be heading over to your blog right away. Renu was in Switzerland (are you back?) and Mumbai Diva stopped gymming. Just a Mother of two is running a blog marathon, while Agnes is travelling yet again. Nancy met a friend who bared her soul with her. Really sad for Mishy's loss. Don't have words to console her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I am heading over to your blogs to catch up on what's been happening in your lives. I might not write as often for the next couple of days, but will surely try and read all your posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-3301110611258622280?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/3301110611258622280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/05/bit-of-this-and-that.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/3301110611258622280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/3301110611258622280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/05/bit-of-this-and-that.html' title='A bit of this and that...'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-1488793428775381993</id><published>2009-03-29T17:22:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:04:28.217+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Come Again Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Rain rain go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come again another day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Johnny wants to play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain rain go away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't help but remember this poem from school, which we would say everytime it rained. Only unlike little Johnny, I love the rains...The weather has been lovely since the past couple of days and I HAD to go on a drive...so I did. Here are some pics for you to see...And Agnes Georgia looks lovely, and you inspired me to get clicking on my iphone today :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc96zdrGVmI/AAAAAAAAB-E/8yR_iCe7elw/s1600-h/Today-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 278px; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318604709505160802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc96zdrGVmI/AAAAAAAAB-E/8yR_iCe7elw/s400/Today-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc96y94EzoI/AAAAAAAAB90/XdH5pytIOgo/s1600-h/Today-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318604700969651842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc96y94EzoI/AAAAAAAAB90/XdH5pytIOgo/s400/Today-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This is the Jumeirah Beach Road where we stopped for a Chocolate fondant with ice cream...yummm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc96zJ_1wxI/AAAAAAAAB98/LnTgPtKwvyg/s1600-h/Today-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318604704223445778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc96zJ_1wxI/AAAAAAAAB98/LnTgPtKwvyg/s400/Today-6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;In the car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 351px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318603554237165074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc95wN9vrhI/AAAAAAAAB9U/qFFzJok8h2o/s400/Today-2+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yes you guessed it right...that's my friend with her freshly done pedicure...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc95wr_6drI/AAAAAAAAB9c/vY4h8HWIOR0/s1600-h/Today-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 251px; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318603562299324082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc95wr_6drI/AAAAAAAAB9c/vY4h8HWIOR0/s400/Today-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc96y9RiAoI/AAAAAAAAB9s/iWSq4L0D-VA/s1600-h/Today-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 298px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318604700807987842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc96y9RiAoI/AAAAAAAAB9s/iWSq4L0D-VA/s400/Today-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;View from my chair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-1488793428775381993?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/1488793428775381993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/03/rain-rain-come-again-another-day.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/1488793428775381993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/1488793428775381993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/03/rain-rain-come-again-another-day.html' title='Rain Rain Come Again Another Day'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sc96zdrGVmI/AAAAAAAAB-E/8yR_iCe7elw/s72-c/Today-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-992982575210199619</id><published>2009-03-16T20:32:00.013+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:14:18.682+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you ever tried to make fun of someone and in the process start doing that very thing you joked about? It happens to me all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After watching Javed Jaffery flaunting his English by adding a "the" in front of every word and pluralising them too - I soon picked up the lingo. So much so, that my sis and I would only talk in that way. Soon we found out that there are many more fans of this dialect and before I knew, I was interacting with all my cousins and relatives in that dialect! (I prefer to call it a dialect, cos it is a grammatically incorrect variation of the language, spoken by few people in a region - my cousins and close family in this case ;) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: The Bhens! (well bhen - sister - has another story...read on and you will know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bhen: The bhens. How are yous? Where is the Rs? (R-hubby)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: He is the sleepings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...an so on it went&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...till R put a stop to it taht is. He hated me speak wrong english (he still does, and I guess thanks to him I have kept many more such variations out of my language!). And well the habit was cathcing on. I found it difficult to not speak that way. Many a times in important meetings, I had to really stop myself from blurting in "the" language!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for the bhens story, it started long years back. Back in India, the girls going to a hindi medium school would call their friends and other girls 'behen' (sister). Now there's nothing wrong with it, but when we were younger, we found it hilarious the way they referred to their friends. Guess it was the tone and style of talking that we tried to imitate...and no prizes for guessing, I call my sis Bhen and she calls me the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then there is an acquaintance who pronounces a fish as a fis. There is no sound of "sh". I found it hilarious and even laughed on his face. I thought he was joking with me and we shared the same thoughts! Little did I know that he actually calls it "fis"!! And this same man, in the same conversation called "chop" as "chaap". You can imagine what I went through...From then on, I would call fish a "fis" and chop and "chaap"...till hubby put a stop to this too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then again there was a neighbour's house help, who would come and knock at her door in the evening. He had the most feeble voice and hand strength I have ever known. He would continue knocking and calling his boss to open the door for atleast an hour everyday. She did not have a doorbell for some time, and well this much time was enough for us to once again catch on the knocking-calling-scene and enact it everyday. Sadly hubby was nowhere in the scene at this time, so this habit of copying him went on for a looong time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/ScOVbtHTEfI/AAAAAAAAB80/6kga2rnGo2U/s1600-h/i-dose-it.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315256288426529266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/ScOVbtHTEfI/AAAAAAAAB80/6kga2rnGo2U/s320/i-dose-it.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During my wedding time, we (my sis, cousins and I) were aghast to see one of hubby's relative dancing in the weirdest possible manner. It was our function and hubby and I had to be nice and clap for her, but instead I put my back to her and laughed my heart out. I am still laughing as I remember that incident. Once again, as soon as we reached home, there was a "practice" session for all of us. That dance became so popluar during our wedding time, that we even line danced on it for a special audience for another cousin's wedding. This time hubby joked along with us and he loved the performance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I write this post, I can't help but wonder - is it just me or you all do similar stuff as well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-992982575210199619?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/992982575210199619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-times.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/992982575210199619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/992982575210199619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/03/funny-times.html' title='Funny Times'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/ScOVbtHTEfI/AAAAAAAAB80/6kga2rnGo2U/s72-c/i-dose-it.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-1366656304362112320</id><published>2009-03-03T19:22:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:35:13.106+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old memories'/><title type='text'>Green Veggies Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to a supermarket today. To a supermarket which I had never stepped into till last month. I have lived here for almost 8 years now and was probably one of the rare variety of species who never visited this Indian supermarket! And must I say, I was so proud of not stepping into that boring, messy,cheap place?!(Yes I was a judgemental). Till someone told me how nice the place is, how good the vegetables are and that how she drives 30km. just to come to this store which is at a disctance of 3 kms from my house! So you see the power of "word of mouth"? (Well more about it in the next post!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I stepped into the store, I saw green vegetables. Every possible Indian vegetable - neatly arranged for you to pick and choose. Long green bhindis (okra), peas, borcolli, spinach, methi (fenugreek), dill, coriander...everything! I got so excited! I know I might be sounding stupid here but I have to admit I get a high when do grocery shopping now!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As an unmarried girl, I would get so impatient with my mom when she would stop the car if she found a vegetable guy selling good gobhis(or any other veg for that matter)!! She would stop and move from one hawker to the other, chosing and haggling all the way. To top it all, the driver would be as excited as her and guide her on the way - whenever she missed a hawker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sa1ZyLLYokI/AAAAAAAABwk/LzArK1o6cA4/s1600-h/Veg-Vendor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308998254268555842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/Sa1ZyLLYokI/AAAAAAAABwk/LzArK1o6cA4/s320/Veg-Vendor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Auntyji papita 10 rupaiy kilo mil raha hai yahan par" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nahin woh ghar par thele wala 8 rupaiy me de gaya hai aaj"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a short distance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Auntyji aam acchey rakhen hain yahan. Dekengi?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(It was as if he was getting a cut from those sellers and he would'nt stop enticing her till she stopped!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Another reason why I wouldn't drive her around. If I drove my condition was clear - the car would not stop anywhere mid-way! She agreed most of the times, but well she still made me stop everytime!! That's what moms are made of you see:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This would go on till my mom would finally decide that something is actually cheap and good. Then the haggling would start and I would lose my patience. I would want to go home at the earliest so that I can do something better like watch TV, listen to music or talk to a friend on phone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life has changed in so many ways. Not that I regret it or anything - in fact I enjoy it much more than I ever did. But sometimes you remember old times and small things in life which bring a smile to your face. Today is one of those days. I mean literally - I was smiling and shopping. Guess the guys over there thought I am one lunatic woman! Or maybe they didn't...they were too busy working to notice me smiling away to glory...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I truly understand the thrill my mom would get from grocery shopping :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aunty (that's how he referred my mom) papaya is for Rs.10 over here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"No the hawker at home gave it for Rs.8" (In india most people buy from hawkers who come home to sell the veggies))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a short distance...&lt;br /&gt;"Aunty the mangoes are good here. Do you want to see?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bradcarlile.com/travel/images_kashmir/srinigar-veg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-1366656304362112320?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/1366656304362112320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-veggies-anyone.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/1366656304362112320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/1366656304362112320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-veggies-anyone.html' title='Green Veggies Anyone?'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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/_q38fGr022UE/Sa1ZyLLYokI/AAAAAAAABwk/LzArK1o6cA4/s72-c/Veg-Vendor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-3344579070513341815</id><published>2009-02-17T19:37:00.018+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:06:03.263+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some *Gyaan!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I started this blog, I named it media-wedia. Since online media is my line of work, I thought this would be a good extension to it. But I have been writing about everything but online media till now! So now I have decided to share some knowledge every now and then. Hope you enjoy it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over time I have met many people and discovered that they want to develop a website but do not understand the importance or otherwise for it. They like the idea of having a website but do not know why they want it. For most of them they want it because everyone else has it and it looks good on a card! Makes the company feel big. It is true to a certain extent - every company worth its salt has a decent website nowadays. But there is more to it than that. To start with, it can be a medium to brand your products/services, a way to interact with your customers, provide customer service, customer support and have a global reach. A website can be one of the following kinds:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A coporate website to represent what the company does, it's location etc. This is an extension of a brick and mortar company to the online world. Typically such a site would have just enough information about the company, its services and contact numbers. It is mostly static with no interaction with the user. But now more and more companies make it interactive so that they can provide technical support and customer service to their customers. If you notice, most electronics and IT companies put up their product manuals, and other support knowledge-base online. So whether you need to download an application, a driver for installation, or need help assembling or operating your product, help is at hand - online. It cuts down on the repetitive work done by support people and they get to deal with only desperate cases! These websites can also be used to extend the services online where a customer can purchase the product without having to visit the store physically.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then we have websites which have no link in the physical world. The whole business model revolves around this website alone. Such websites can be content based which earn revenue through advertising. Or it can be a product/service based website which earns revenue by selling something online (ecommerce).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There are many options available to a consumer and it takes some time to match the wants and needs with their budgets. Some answers one should know before proceeding are - what do I want to achieve with this website? Do I want to sell online? Who will benefit from my site? How will it add value to my business/work? How much time and resources are available to build such a website? Will I have someone who would update it for me? What is the skill level of thes people. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The last two points are very important because if you make a site which needs constant updation/inputs from your end, and no one is allotted to do so, it is a waste of money and efforts put in to make such a system. Everyone wants to have the most modern and interactive site - but if the site is not updated in a timely manner it doesn't help the business.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then we also have the social and business networking sites which are gaining fast momentum as a medium for marketing your products etc. This is a very interesting topic and I would defnitely share some knowledge about it in the near future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tell me what has been your experience while building a site? (I'm sure most of you would have made/got one made at some point of time...) Did you eventually get what you wanted? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Gyaan: Knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-3344579070513341815?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/3344579070513341815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-gyaan.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/3344579070513341815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/3344579070513341815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-gyaan.html' title='Some *Gyaan!!'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-4392243448796486440</id><published>2009-02-13T16:01:00.021+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:08:29.187+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>The Randomness Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://goofymumma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Goofy Mumma&lt;/a&gt;. And I must admit I was wanting to do this one. So here I go with some random things about me. But before that, here are the rules.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My husband is my biggest motivatorBut and critic. I hate him as much when he criticises, as I love him when he encourages me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am paranoid that my kids would feel I don't understand them. That I am of another generation - just like I thought of my mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I get bored of things easily. My favourite dialogue? "I'm bored"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love going for long drives esp when it's cloudy or raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I looove clothes...no amount of buying can ever satisfy this want for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I want to travel the world-not in one go-but one place at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Big groups make me uncomfortable. I enjoy it more when fewer people are around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My husband and my brother are the most important men in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am a spoilt brat. Spoilt by my mom, sister, brother and now by R my hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was young I argued a lot. So my dad would say he will make me a lawyer when I grow up. This is one of the few things I remember of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If there is a song playing, I have to - just have to - sing along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tend to remember the lyrics of almost all the songs I hear. Funnily I cannot say the same for everything else I do :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everytime we sisters get together, we sing our old favourites together - including hymns we learnt in school and the school anthem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I was young, I had a diary where I wrote all quotes and lyrics for songs. Yes I would rewind and rewind a song, till I got all the lyrics. Then sing along reading from my diary! (I still have this diary with me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can laugh at the silliest of comedies. In fact I love Govinda/Salman type stupid comedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My siblings would tease me that I am not their sister and that they found me in a "kude ka dibba" (Dust bin)!!! And I would believe them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I don't like you, you will know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I cannot flatter someone - even when the situation demands me to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life for me is made up of colours. Without colours everything is boring! (see here I go with the boring bit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of the time I have to work really hard to get what I want. But at times things come so easily that I wonder if I am lucky or not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I find it very hard to make money. But when I gamble I always do-very easily!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am usually an independant thinker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have too many questions when I go for a spiritual meet. (So I refrain from going for one). One such question which I have not got an answer for is : What happens to people who marry again? In the next birth do they get married to the first spouse or the second? (Hindus believe that a marriage lasts for 7 lives.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am crazy about houses. I can remeber their sizes, layouts and any such detail about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would like to learn dancing cos I suck at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And now I look forward to reading a bit more about you all: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://manmahesh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mampi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://artipunjabi.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Space&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://shimmeringsunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nisha&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rinksnbitts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chammakchallo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chammak Challo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://agnespages.typepad.com/"&gt;Agnes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mumbaidiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mumbai Diva&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://debum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bum Bum Bhole&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mishyroy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Piper&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://redmoonrise.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shalom&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: Happy Valentines' Day to you all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-4392243448796486440?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/4392243448796486440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomness-tag.html#comment-form' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/4392243448796486440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/4392243448796486440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/02/randomness-tag.html' title='The Randomness Tag'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-8327874824383013346</id><published>2009-02-10T22:11:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:07:46.195+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Recession Depression?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have gotten very busy with work and that takes up most of my time. Everyday I decide I want to write a post and read some, but it never happens. Off and on, I have been going through some of your posts - sometimes commenting sometimes not. But I am still here and finding it hard to give up on blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recession has hit everywhere - but I hear it's not as bad in India? Is it true? Dubai is different story altogether. With the real estate sector booming in the last couple of years, most people were dabbling their hands in property. Many made tons of money (I am not sure how many of them have been able to retain those profits, as they always reinvested to get greater returns you see). Suddenly that sector is wiped out. Companies are downsizing and people are losing their jobs left, right and centre. Banks, Steel industry, Oil sector, Retail - everything has been spiralling downwards. Yesterday I was told by someone, a local bank announced to the top management that they will be downsizing. Within 1 hour they had a list of people to be fired. Those people were to empty their desks and leave the office in the next 30 minutes! And they fired over 300 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dubai is a rootless place. When I say rootless, I mean the people living in this country are mostly expats. And they are here either for money or to break their journey towards West. Since one can almost never get a citizenship here, as soon as the job/business is lost, the expat is ready to leave. There is no real attachment or reason for one to stay back. In fact even if one wants to (for whatever other reason), one cannot because the visa is cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So as I was saying, a friend pointed a very different perspective. If people lose their jobs and leave the country, how will the economy ever pick up? Is job cutting the real answer to this problem? Is it possible to cut costs by cutting salaries of people rather than downsizing? That way atleast the person has money to spend and would thus keep the demand for things going (however slow that might be, atleast it won't be zero).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They say "the pain has not even started". I wonder what a real depression would be like. Not that I am dying for a first hand experience, but I am curious! And we are starting a new business - yes a new one - at this time. It's good because the costs are coming down, but then so is the demand. So keeping our fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt; Saw and read about the Pink Chaddi Campaign. Fantastic effort by these girls. Ram Sena deserves a super "moohphat" jawab like this!! Check out their blog &lt;a href="http://thepinkchaddicampaign.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edited to add: &lt;/strong&gt;Did you watch the NDTV Greenathon? I wonder why none of the politicians came forward to adopt a village? I mean that would've earned them brownie points and some votes too! As much as I applaud the effort, I also wonder if this is in any way freeing the Government from doing their duty? Afterall we pay taxes for this very reason - so that every village/city/town gets a decent infrastructure including electricity. Right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-8327874824383013346?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/8327874824383013346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/02/recession-depression.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8327874824383013346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8327874824383013346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/02/recession-depression.html' title='Recession Depression?'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-446944400167589777</id><published>2009-02-01T15:17:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:15:20.785+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the month of love - not only beacuse of valentines day but also because it is our anniversary this month. February remains special for us for this very reason. I still remember, eight years back, when we were on our honeymoon, on our first valentines together we fought. Yes we did. The evening started very mushy mushy, as hubby gave me an extravagant gift and off we went to a very romantic place for dinner. Everything was going fine till we got into an argument somehow and left the place early - both very angry! We made up by the time we reached the hotel (which was an hour away from the restaurant!), but the evening was spoilt. The next year was a more pleasant and hubby surprised me by first taking me to dinner and then staying back the night at the hotel. I was naive enough to not have noticed that he packed my things and kept in the car that evening! But it was a good surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SYbjR79E9SI/AAAAAAAABO8/jQqu02TG0EU/s1600-h/LoveIs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298171908939117858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SYbjR79E9SI/AAAAAAAABO8/jQqu02TG0EU/s320/LoveIs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Usually Anniversary for us is celebrated with family and friends. Don't remember spending the night alone ever! But the anniversary eve is reserved for just the two of us. This time it'll be different though. We plan to go out for dinner alone and get drunk. And if you know me, you will also know that it only takes one glass of wine for me to get drunk! Last week, I suffered a hangover the whole of next day because I took a glass of wine. Moral of the story? I will drink 5-6 glasses of wine from now on. Because the next day is going to be just the same ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am wondering what to gift hubby this year. Last year I made a scrapbook of all our correspondence and pictures and presented to him. He loved it but then that was the end of the story. I am the one who is responsible to look after it and make sure it is kept in a safe place! So this year it has to be something more materialistic. I've already gifted him a watch (twice rather), shirt, wallet, key chain, pen - are we left with any more options now? Maybe this time he will have to do with a hug, some flowers and cards alone...what do you say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And R if you are going to read this post (which I doubt you will!) but just want to say I love you soooo much and hope we can share this wonderful time with each other for a long long time to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-446944400167589777?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/446944400167589777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-in-air.html#comment-form' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/446944400167589777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/446944400167589777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In The Air'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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/_q38fGr022UE/SYbjR79E9SI/AAAAAAAABO8/jQqu02TG0EU/s72-c/LoveIs.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-1313949859338498</id><published>2009-01-26T11:42:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:00:25.305+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ram's The Way To Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ndtv.com/convergence/ndtv/story.aspx?id=NEWEN20090081410"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outrage over Mangalore attack; police forced to act &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is outrageous. Where is our freedom to live the life we choose to? Who gave them the right to beat a woman because 'they' thought she is indecent? What good is a supreme court judgement post the event? What is the difference between them and any other fundamental groups? Is it not an offensive to use Sri Ram's name to harbour such hatred and intolerance? Wasn't Ram's Sena the protector of all women? Shouldn't these people be punished to set an example for the rest of the 'Ram's Sainiks'? Or should they be sent for a Pscyhotherapy treatment to fight such unacceptable thoughts? Are they to be blamed for being ridiculous or for following instructions with a blind eye? Is this really intolerance or a game of politics once again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We wonder and question while some people face the horror in real life every now and then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-1313949859338498?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/1313949859338498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/01/rams-way-to-be.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/1313949859338498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/1313949859338498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/01/rams-way-to-be.html' title='Ram&apos;s The Way To Be?'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-7616195772100106324</id><published>2009-01-14T12:09:00.011+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:27:54.390+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This thought has been lurking on my mind for a long time now and I really get agitated with it. I have noticed that whenever I visit a temple, the people guarding the place, as well as the pujaris behave in a very harsh manner with the people coming for darshans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After standing in the queue for a long time when you finally reach the idol, you are shooed away briskly. And that half a minute darshan is almost always marred by shouts like "jaldi karo' "aagey badho" etc. Do the devotees not have even that much respect towards others to let them pray in silence for a moment? From Pashupatinath mandir in Nepal, to our very own temple here in Dubai - they all seem to be following the same procedure. It's as if if you dont shout and create a scene, the mandir is not a popualr one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Pashupatinath temple, I was appalled to see people spitting inside the temple area, throwing prasad everywhere, the most commercial pujaris doing pujas everywhere and not cleaning up ever after it - and one needed to walk barefoot throught this place. I felt ashamed. A place so sacred that you are not allowed to enter with your slippers on, but dirty enough for all and sundry to spit around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Any place of worship is a place where one can unite with the divine, pray in silence and seek the guidance of the lord. It has to be a quite, humble and polite atmosphere where all devotees get a chance to pray whole heartedly - undisturbed. And everyone has to respect others. Instead of shouting and shooing people around, one can be humble and ask them to move faster in a polite manner. Some such temples that I visited were the AksharDham temples (in Delhi, Gandhinagar and Toronto) and the Golden Temple in Amritsar. No one utters a word, no one pushes you around, and every devotee is given their due respect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-7616195772100106324?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/7616195772100106324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/01/temple-visit.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/7616195772100106324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/7616195772100106324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/01/temple-visit.html' title='Temple Visit'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-7514883876936850777</id><published>2009-01-06T15:54:00.017+04:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T18:09:24.367+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Log'/><title type='text'>New Year Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I start this post, I'd like to wish all of you a very happy new year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been itching to write a post on all that we did but wanted to wait for the pictures as well. Yes my camera ditched me so waiting to collect them from my friends. And I don't know how much longer I have to wait so I have decided to write about it anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We started from Dubai on 31st afternoon and reached the desert camp by early evening. Since it was our first time there (the rest of the group went there for the last 2 years), we were warned that the place has very basic facilities and we should not expect much. But we were pleasantly surprised to find a huge area just for our use, with 10 very neat and clean chalets (all ours). There was a Majlis where we would be partying in the night and a dining hall (for all the meals and tea). There was a swimming pool which we obviously couldn't use because of the cold weather and then there was a separate area for team building activities like a spider web, wall climbing, skiing etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SWSg8MlZ8yI/AAAAAAAAA_o/i6qJbpNEp34/s1600-h/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SWSe0fKH7wI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/KTPm6XKuvZ4/s1600-h/Chalets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288526486994153218" style="WIDTH: 457px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SWSe0fKH7wI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/KTPm6XKuvZ4/s400/Chalets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chalets were lined up on one end of the property&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SWSg8MlZ8yI/AAAAAAAAA_o/i6qJbpNEp34/s1600-h/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288528818470515490" style="WIDTH: 415px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SWSg8MlZ8yI/AAAAAAAAA_o/i6qJbpNEp34/s400/Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The vast area had some well highlighted trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SWSg7oO5OBI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DYoy5UbSVQE/s1600-h/Majlis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288528808712419346" style="WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SWSg7oO5OBI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DYoy5UbSVQE/s400/Majlis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The Majlis was our playground for all games, fun and frolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Most of the evening was spent talking with friends, setting up the projector and sound system in the Majlis and general chit chat. This was followed by a barbeque and then dinner. After dinner we all were supposed to get dressed and assemble in the Majlis for our skits! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Much as I was excited about the skit, hubby ditched me last moment :(. He refused to do the skit and well so I just did a karaoke song to cover up. He had had a bad day and I didn't feel it right to push him too much. Rest of the group did some funny stuff. One couple danced on a song, one family did the Gujju thingy in Kal Ho Na Ho (G-U-J-J-U...Gujju...something - it was hilarious!), one family did the Jay Leno show where the wife became Jay, the hubby a guest (as SRK and then as Gabbar Singh) and the son was a rock legend and played guitar. One family did jokes the Goodness Gracious style and the other did mimicry of all famous stars as to how they would record their voice message. Then we all danced and welcomed the new year. This was followed by a bon fire which lasted till the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SWSe0fKH7wI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/KTPm6XKuvZ4/s1600-h/Chalets.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st morning was very relaxed with most people getting up late. Then it was time for the guys at the property to take over. They divided our team into 2 groups (all couples were separated) and each team was taken to play one game. By the time we finished both the games it was evening and I need not mention the amount of rivalries that were created! But in the end, both teams scored equal. Evening again was chilled out with most of the time in the majlis doing karaoke, playing roulette and recollecting the previous day's performances. But the highlight was a quiz organised by one friend. The teams were in action once again and the quiz master had to take care of a lot of accusations ;)! By the end of the day, one team was leading by 2 points.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SWSg7oO5OBI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DYoy5UbSVQE/s1600-h/Majlis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next morning was devoted to 2 more games - one was a race on wooden skis which was a lot of fun. We had 5 people on each ski, who needed to coordinate their leg movements in order to lift and move forward. So one person would shout orders left right left right, and the rest would follow. We had to cross a particular path and reach the finish line. The other game was more creative. Each chalet was given a set of 8 captions. We needed to click pictures for these captions in one hour and submit. To give you an idea, here are some captions: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A thumbs up to 2009!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Look overhead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hum hain rahi pyar ke &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pool dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you were attacked by the terrorists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This was great fun not only while shooting but even to review everyone's pictures and voting on the best ones. After all the fun and frolic, we parted finally only after a group photograph!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SWSg7oO5OBI/AAAAAAAAA_g/DYoy5UbSVQE/s1600-h/Majlis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PS: I will try and update this post with some more pictures as soon as I lay my hands on them.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-7514883876936850777?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/7514883876936850777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-celebrations.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/7514883876936850777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/7514883876936850777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-celebrations.html' title='New Year Celebrations'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SWSe0fKH7wI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/KTPm6XKuvZ4/s72-c/Chalets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-264404376144248428</id><published>2008-12-25T22:27:00.017+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:14:42.722+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><title type='text'>Santa Comes My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had finished writing a long post and was trying to format it. I don't know what's wrong with blogger, that whnever I try to select the entire post using the touchpad, everything disappears. And at that very moment it automatically saves the post!!AAArrrggghhhh!!! I will now try and re-write the entire thing as much as I can... :( - only this time on a Word document! Arrraggghhhh!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SVPlbXoSTyI/AAAAAAAAA8A/Z4GTlmNgX-s/s1600-h/Tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas this year has been an eventful one for me. It started with an award by IHM. It’s a cup! I have never received such a cup in my life so I am happy! I am adding it to my award column on this blog. Since there are no rules mentioned for this award, I will just pass it on to, &lt;a href="http://rinksnbitts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renu&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://shimmeringsunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nisha&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SVPmOWBYiuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZW02WnuBRRU/s1600-h/Santa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283819921939663586" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SVPmOWBYiuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZW02WnuBRRU/s320/Santa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another first that happened to me was to attend a Christmas Lunch today. Yes, I have never been to a “Christmas Lunch”before. Never. Ever. Till today. I mean we do go out for Christmas eve every year, last year we were in Goa at this time and it was amazing, but going for a porpah chrsitmas lunch – never before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SVPnHZR4BHI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/z1bZE1qt3Ak/s1600-h/Tree.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283820902066685042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SVPnHZR4BHI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/z1bZE1qt3Ak/s320/Tree.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This friend had organized a sit down lunch for a cozy group of 15 people. Each guest was advised to get a unisex gift under Dhs.X. We deposited these gifts under the christmas tree and were given return gifts while leaving. When we entered the apartment, it was buzzing with children running around, glasses clinking, casual conversations and laughter all around. The view of the sea was stunning. We sat down for lunch on a balcony way up in the sky. Actually we could call it more of a supper since the “lunch” started at 4:30pm and finished at 7:30pm! The food was yum and each course was served with utmost professionalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The conversations hovered around the Mumbai terror attacks and how Mumbai has become so quite now. There is excessive security everywhere and there is just no mood for celebration. Another topic that kept doing the rounds was the speculation on the today-released movie Ghajini (in Dubai the movies are released on a Thursday). That reminds me, the maid at home got a holiday today since it’s her Christmas today. Yes, we do not have a public holiday for Christmas here. Neither for Diwali. Every nationality has the freedom to take off on their festical, but rest of the staff works. Anyways, so the maid went to watch Ghajini today. Her review? The Tamil version was much better! It doesn’t convince me. Being an Aamir movie, I would like to check it out myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW here’s an update on the &lt;a href="http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html"&gt;New Year’s Eve&lt;/a&gt; party – Hubby and I are contemplating on doing the RNBDJ pair. He would wear a trouser with a plain shirt, white sneakers, black square glasses, a moustache, carry a bag with the saying “I work for Punjab Power”, and an old mobile. I would hand him the tiffin at some point, which he will accept with a without-showing-teeth-smile. We still have to figure out the skit though. Yes we haven’t worked on it as yet! Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I finish this post I would like to wish all of you a &lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(Just in case I do not write till the new year!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pic &lt;a href="http://mendicantbug.com/category/christmas/"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-264404376144248428?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/264404376144248428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-comes-my-way.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/264404376144248428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/264404376144248428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-comes-my-way.html' title='Santa Comes My Way'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SVPmOWBYiuI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZW02WnuBRRU/s72-c/Santa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-5889492077408320972</id><published>2008-12-20T11:15:00.039+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T18:16:16.997+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Eighteen Ka Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://color-me-sunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Just Call Me 'A'&lt;/a&gt; tagged me for this wonderful questionnaire last week. Have been itching to do it asap so here it comes. (I know this is not asap, but nevertheless I am equally excited about it now as I was last week). The rule says that for every answer I have to google image search and pick a picture on the first page with minimal explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems someone wants to promote google image search further...but well I don't mind at all :). So here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;The age you will be in your next birthday:&lt;/strong&gt; Ah Ah...wrong question. No one asks a man hi salary and a woman her age...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzaQKC9wSI/AAAAAAAAA3I/WrfH_a3QaKc/s1600-h/AhAh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281836434108301602" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzaQKC9wSI/AAAAAAAAA3I/WrfH_a3QaKc/s320/AhAh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. A place you’d like to travel to:&lt;/strong&gt; Prague, Paris and Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzdZmBLxBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/wgnIu-MWc4A/s1600-h/PragueParis.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281839894770730002" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzdZmBLxBI/AAAAAAAAA5A/wgnIu-MWc4A/s320/PragueParis.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your Favorite place:&lt;/strong&gt; Grindelwald, Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzcV5kVYvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ZsGXbzz4UZU/s1600-h/Grindelwald.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281838731787330290" style="WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzcV5kVYvI/AAAAAAAAA4g/ZsGXbzz4UZU/s320/Grindelwald.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This Ski village in Switzerland is a paradise. With snow all around the place, every person living in this village is connected to skiing. I hear this place is equally good in summer with a lot of people trekking the mountains. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Your favorite food/drink:&lt;/strong&gt; I am a foodie and the fav food and drink varies. Indian I love choley bhaturey, Paneer Butter Masala, Chinese - Chilly Paneer, Japaenese - Dragon Roll(Sushi), Italian - Gnocchi in pink sauce, Thai - Green Curry....hmmm the list goes on and on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzbP_M1kKI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/BnlDbFQvvHw/s1600-h/Foodie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281837530708545698" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzbP_M1kKI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/BnlDbFQvvHw/s320/Foodie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Your favorite pet:&lt;/strong&gt; Dogs. There is no other being that can show such unconditional love for anyone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzbPb2253I/AAAAAAAAA3w/mC4yDgHJ3_c/s1600-h/Dogs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281837521221117810" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzbPb2253I/AAAAAAAAA3w/mC4yDgHJ3_c/s320/Dogs.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Your favorite color combination:&lt;/strong&gt; Again depends on the season. Right now it's Black Grey and Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzaQelhRYI/AAAAAAAAA3g/zRlAo7pznq8/s1600-h/BlackGreyRed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281836439621944706" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzaQelhRYI/AAAAAAAAA3g/zRlAo7pznq8/s320/BlackGreyRed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Your all time favorite song:&lt;/strong&gt; English - Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers, Hindi - Main Jahan Rahoon, Namastey London&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzdaGumzyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/EfWQUwAacaI/s1600-h/Unchained+Melody.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281839903551180578" style="WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzdaGumzyI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/EfWQUwAacaI/s320/Unchained+Melody.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzcWfnY2KI/AAAAAAAAA4w/DRdwmK0d52E/s1600-h/MainJahanRahoon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281838742000687266" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzcWfnY2KI/AAAAAAAAA4w/DRdwmK0d52E/s320/MainJahanRahoon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These two songs have some of the most amazing lyrics and music. Can hear them over and over again and not feel bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Your favorite piece of clothing:&lt;/strong&gt; used to be jeans, but now I like dresses the best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzbPXXDaZI/AAAAAAAAA34/JZQc7b371ak/s1600-h/Dresses.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281837520013978002" style="WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzbPXXDaZI/AAAAAAAAA34/JZQc7b371ak/s320/Dresses.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Your favorite TV show: &lt;/strong&gt;F.R.I.E.N.D.S I can laugh over the jokes umpteen number of times and every time I watch this (well I have done so over 4 times) I have a new favourite. Last time it was Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzcVUHUacI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Nxpl1Tw8hxY/s1600-h/Friends.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281838721733519810" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzcVUHUacI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Nxpl1Tw8hxY/s320/Friends.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Full name of your significant other:&lt;/strong&gt; His name is R * Beeeeepp *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzaQQgjevI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/H1f2urhoVoo/s1600-h/Beep.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281836435843021554" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzaQQgjevI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/H1f2urhoVoo/s320/Beep.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rukavat Ke Liye Khed Hai (Sorry for the interruption)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. The town in which you live in:&lt;/strong&gt; Dubai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzbPsTExaI/AAAAAAAAA4A/61WxxziJtp0/s1600-h/Dubai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281837525634434466" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzbPsTExaI/AAAAAAAAA4A/61WxxziJtp0/s320/Dubai.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Your screen name/nickname:&lt;/strong&gt; DeeplyDip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzrQo-jLII/AAAAAAAAA54/SEuRQmWuk08/s1600-h/DeeplyDip.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281855134108953730" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzrQo-jLII/AAAAAAAAA54/SEuRQmWuk08/s320/DeeplyDip.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Your first job:&lt;/strong&gt; Sucked. I worked in an events company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzdZ84ZrKI/AAAAAAAAA5I/QgXIBcnyvcA/s1600-h/Sucked.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281839900907908258" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzdZ84ZrKI/AAAAAAAAA5I/QgXIBcnyvcA/s320/Sucked.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Your Dream Job:&lt;/strong&gt; To run one of the best fashion/design company in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzbPsM0VGI/AAAAAAAAA4I/JGPpOvxu0c8/s1600-h/Fashion-design.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281837525608191074" style="WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzbPsM0VGI/AAAAAAAAA4I/JGPpOvxu0c8/s320/Fashion-design.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Bad Habit you have:&lt;/strong&gt; I drinks loads of tea. Though tea is not bad as such, I am finding it hard to control the quantities I consume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzdaAkzFGI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/3aoEMV2XIJw/s1600-h/Tea.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281839901899428962" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzdaAkzFGI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/3aoEMV2XIJw/s320/Tea.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Your worst fear:&lt;/strong&gt; Like everyone else said - Losing a dear one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzcV7HmGVI/AAAAAAAAA4o/_IH_in6p8h8/s1600-h/losing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281838732203661650" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzcV7HmGVI/AAAAAAAAA4o/_IH_in6p8h8/s320/losing.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. The one thing you’ll like to do before you die: &lt;/strong&gt;Travel the world with R. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUziYBYxkOI/AAAAAAAAA5g/jJz_9WO9GRA/s1600-h/Travel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281845365315834082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUziYBYxkOI/AAAAAAAAA5g/jJz_9WO9GRA/s320/Travel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are both vagabonds at heart and ready to travel at the drop of a hat. By god's grace we have explored many places but the world is large and there are a lot of places we need to visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. The first thing you’ll buy if you get $1,000,000:&lt;/strong&gt; A new House. Then a new car if I have any money left (what with the property prices soaring, I hope by the time I get this money, real estate will be more reasonably priced!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzcWxM1bwI/AAAAAAAAA44/ggMqYnaHzcU/s1600-h/NewHouse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281838746721152770" style="WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUzcWxM1bwI/AAAAAAAAA44/ggMqYnaHzcU/s320/NewHouse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I now tag &lt;a href="http://konnotation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reflections&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://manmahesh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mampi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.chutneycase.com/"&gt;Coconut Chutney&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://me-letmebme.blogspot.com/"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt;. From what I saw, most of you seem to have done this tag, but if you have'nt and I missed you, then please feel free to take this tag. It's fun answering it, it's fun (but a bit tedious) finding the pics and it's super tedious trying to format the post in Blogger, but once it's done, its super fun reading the post. So go on and tell us a little bit more about yourself. We are waiting :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-5889492077408320972?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/5889492077408320972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/12/eighteen-ka-tag.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/5889492077408320972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/5889492077408320972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/12/eighteen-ka-tag.html' title='Eighteen Ka Tag'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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/_q38fGr022UE/SUzaQKC9wSI/AAAAAAAAA3I/WrfH_a3QaKc/s72-c/AhAh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-8936922929979829253</id><published>2008-12-14T22:16:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:27:22.374+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Award'/><title type='text'>Celebration Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUVPKkJrWYI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MGZaEUcn-nE/s1600-h/PredioDardos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279713181083326850" style="WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUVPKkJrWYI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MGZaEUcn-nE/s320/PredioDardos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUVPKw-1nJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/U6KXvzbtpQk/s1600-h/Proximidade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279713184527522962" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUVPKw-1nJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/U6KXvzbtpQk/s320/Proximidade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is with immense pleasure I announce &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I have been awarded not once but TWICE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://redmoonrise.blogspot.com/2008/12/reminiscing.html"&gt;Shalom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Owner of an excellent blog herself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For my blogs It's me and Styalogue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://styalogue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Styalogue&lt;/a&gt; has been awarded for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being a blog that invests in Proximity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/"&gt;It's Me&lt;/a&gt; has been acknowledged for transmitting values&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to its readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Clap! Clap! Clap Clap!! Clap!Clap! Clap! Clap Clap!! Clap!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(My hands on the cheeks, teary eyed, I am ready to cry with joy!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now friends it is my turn to pass this baton of joy to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here are the winners for the awards tonight-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Proximidade Scroll Award&lt;/strong&gt; goes to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I have esp included all the new connections I have made and very happy about) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rangdecor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rang Decor &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love anything visual, to do with home and this blog gave me many new ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chammakchallo.blogspot.com/"&gt;ChammakChallo&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;love the name ;) I feel she is just like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mixtomatch.blogspot.com/"&gt;...a Little Bit More &lt;/a&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;she brings out the foodie in me. Her recipes are awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cosmictreehouse.com/cosmictreehouse.com/Agnes_pages/Agnes_pages.html"&gt;Agnes&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;She loves travelling, fashion and everything good in life, and so do I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://goofymumma.blogspot.com/"&gt;Goofy Mumma&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Her shopping and travelling bug coincides with mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Clap! Clap! Clap Clap!! Clap!Clap! Clap! Clap Clap!! Clap!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;The Premio Dardos Award&lt;/strong&gt; goes to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://artipunjabi.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://konnotation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reflections&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://debum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bum Bum Bhole&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mumbaidiva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mumbai Diva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeofanindianhomemaker.blogspot.com/"&gt;Indian Home Maker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Clap! Clap! Clap Clap!! Clap!Clap! Clap! Clap Clap!! Clap!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once again I would like to thank Shalom for honouring me with these beautiful awards. They will be cherished for a long long time to come and will decorate the respective blogs beautifully :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now a little about the awards and how to pass it forward:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Proximidade Scroll Award &lt;/strong&gt;is given to a blog that invests and believes in PROXIMITY – nearness in space, time and relationships! These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers!&lt;br /&gt;Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Premio Dardos Award&lt;/strong&gt; acknowledges the values that every blogger shows in his/her effort to transmit cultural, ethical, literary and personal values every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The rules for these awards are pretty simple: put them up on your blogs (giving yourself a pat on the back!), link back to the person who gave it to you and spread the cheer to deserving blogs!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-8936922929979829253?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/8936922929979829253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebration-time.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8936922929979829253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8936922929979829253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/12/celebration-time.html' title='Celebration Time'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUVPKkJrWYI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MGZaEUcn-nE/s72-c/PredioDardos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-264185341944171793</id><published>2008-12-12T00:03:00.017+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:51:06.002+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Mishmash Of This Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend we met some friends for lunch. It was my first time meeting the wife and kids. From the moment we met the conversation revolved around how unsafe every place is. The reason? They are from Pakistan and they hate the terrorism as much as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Living in a neutral country and interacting with all nationalities, there are times when you feel awkward facing them after such acts of violence. Like now with the Mumbai attacks being traced back to Pakistan, conversations with a Pakistani has to be very diplomatic so that we do not hurt anyone's sentiments. After talking to them I realised, everyone is sick and tired of the violence around them. They seem to be hating the new government, and were openly in favour of the military raj. Law and order is in a mess across the border and the citizens there are just like us. It made me rethink - do we really want to go to war with Pakistan or we only want to get rid of the terrorists?? Their media is blaming the Indian government for framing them (Have a look at the video &lt;a href="http://me-letmebme.blogspot.com/2008/12/different-perspective.html"&gt;D&lt;/a&gt; put up on her blog). They said they have stopped watching TV as everything seems a farce. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There was a sense of shame in their behaviour - as if they were disowning their country for the violent acts committed by some of them. It is a sorry state to be in - to be covering up for something your people do - something you never agreed to in the first place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUJIpKKjTRI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/GWO3au9UVC4/s1600-h/SRKRNBDJ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278861585172090130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUJIpKKjTRI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/GWO3au9UVC4/s320/SRKRNBDJ.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Punjab Power, lighting up your life. Surinder Sahni this side ji.” That's what I came out rattling from the movie Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got my usual dose of caramel pocorn (God! how did I survive all the movies in India without caramel popcorn?!). This is SRK's first appearance this year and I must say I liked it a lot. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUJEeQ-Q0ZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/hKW0dGf7EO4/s1600-h/RNBDJ.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278856999974523282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SUJEeQ-Q0ZI/AAAAAAAAAvI/hKW0dGf7EO4/s320/RNBDJ.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am usually not a fan of SRK - liked him only in a handful of movies, but this one shows he can perform well in different roles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RNBDJ is about a love story AFTER marriage. Simple situational humor goes ahead once again to show that a good screenplay and good acting is all you need for a good movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Inspired by the mutli-starrer song Om Santi Om, this movie has one too - Phir Milengey Chalte Chalte (A cheesy line SRK uses in his new avtaar &lt;em&gt;Raj &lt;/em&gt;to impress his wife Taani ji). Kajol, Preity and Rani looked lovely in the song while Lara did a forgettable job once again. (Well she was less forgettable than the other two whose name and face I can't seem to remember right now!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The new actress Anushka Sharma (a model from Bangalore) has done a good job of a punjabi girl in Amrtisar. Liked her simple Chikan salwar Kameezes with multicoloured dupattas. Will do a feature on this on Styalogue soon. But what hubby and I were discussing is Deepika was heavily promoted during the OSO release. Anushka on the other hand didn't get as much exposure. We wonder why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And well instead of telling you the entire story etc, I will recommend you to watch the movie and discover it yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Read in a report that due to the recent recession, a hotel in Dubai has come up with this unique idea of providing one free meal to anyone who has lost a job as of 1st Nov! All one has to do is visit the hotel and show them their redundancy slip and viola! the meal is on the house for you!You can read the full story &lt;a href="http://www.arabianbusiness.com/540743-dubai-hotel-offers-free-meal-to-redundancy-victims"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And before I end this post, here's a hilarious video - a spoof on Jingle Bells. Hope you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wskT6YfVB6E&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-264185341944171793?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/264185341944171793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/12/mishmash-of-this-weekend.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/264185341944171793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/264185341944171793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/12/mishmash-of-this-weekend.html' title='Mishmash Of This Weekend'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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/_q38fGr022UE/SUJIpKKjTRI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/GWO3au9UVC4/s72-c/SRKRNBDJ.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-4715664463144567902</id><published>2008-12-05T18:45:00.018+04:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:50:24.495+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/STpirCidprI/AAAAAAAAArY/YUrn0Lh8V4k/s1600-h/NewYears.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276638404973274802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/STpirCidprI/AAAAAAAAArY/YUrn0Lh8V4k/s320/NewYears.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year has flown by (tchk tchk...don't we say this every year?). But well really the year HAS flown by. I love this cool wintry season and the recent rains have been a welcome change. Suddenly everyone wants to go for a picnic, sheesha or do a barbeque at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night we met up with friends to decide on what we are going to do for New Year's Eve. I know you'll say "it's still a long time away!!". I agree. But then we have booked a camp in a nearby place where we have to make all arrangements ourselves. Since everyone has their own routines, if we don't meet up and decide now, it will never work out. Pheww!! So after loads of food and gossip we finally sat down to decide what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Accountant friend was given a sheet of paper and pen (he would've preferred a comp, but anyways) to jot down the minutes of the meeting. Everything had to be decided - from the basics of getting knick knacks, milk, tea, coffee, water to entertainment (games, music etc). Everyone pitched in their ideas and then came the more serious topic - the theme??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/STpirufiJeI/AAAAAAAAAro/UUQzrwr-0eQ/s1600-h/FancyPoster.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/STpirufiJeI/AAAAAAAAAro/UUQzrwr-0eQ/s1600-h/FancyPoster.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276638416772146658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/STpirufiJeI/AAAAAAAAAro/UUQzrwr-0eQ/s320/FancyPoster.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are some of the ideas and why we had to discard them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casino &lt;/strong&gt;- nah, we will be in a sandy beach and the guys refused to wear a tuxedo there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cross dressing&lt;/strong&gt; - well kids will be with us too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devils&lt;/strong&gt; - already done last year and was lots of fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Period character&lt;/strong&gt; - girls refused to dress in their refineries at a beach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Less is more&lt;/strong&gt; (since it's recession time ;) ) - but well it will be very cold out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So after a lot of rigmarole we finally decided on a &lt;em&gt;unique&lt;/em&gt; theme (I chuckle) - Bollywood!! Yayy!! We have a winner! So what's the problem you say? The problem is that we have to dress in any character and do a skit for 10 minutes!! It has to be funny and entertaining! And well I have NO CLUE what to do!! The skit would follow only after we decide the character. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You'll say "Sit down with your Hubby and decide". Well I would've but Hubby has no tension and full confidence in his wife! So now I need your help in suggesting some characters we can become. I wouldn't want to do the usual ones, but something new and exciting. I was thinking Bunty and Babli. What is your opinion? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Any ideas to help me out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: And oh while you are at it, please mention any fun games you know to play at the party :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pics Courtesy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yachtfriendship.com/new-years-orange/index-new-years.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pic1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.allposters.com/-sp/Fancy-Dress-Ball-Posters_i1369904_.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pic2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-4715664463144567902?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/4715664463144567902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/4715664463144567902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/4715664463144567902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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/_q38fGr022UE/STpirCidprI/AAAAAAAAArY/YUrn0Lh8V4k/s72-c/NewYears.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-3100532545751157856</id><published>2008-11-29T10:48:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:38:22.665+04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is our PM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone seems to be writing about the Mumbai attacks and even though I may be repetitive I would still like to talk about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I checked my emails today morning, I recieved an email from my college condoling the loss of 2 students from the 2007 batch. I felt very sad for them. Then I moved on to read the various blogs my friends have written here and discovered about this to-be-married couple on &lt;a href="http://shimmeringsunshine.blogspot.com/2008/11/enough-is-enough.html"&gt;Nisha's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Turns out this is the same guy from my college. I visit their wedding &lt;a href="http://www.mywedding.com/khushboomalayesh/index.html"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; (they were to get married on 6th Dec) and I can't describe my feelings. My heart goes out to this girl who has suddenly lost everything she had planned for. So many dreams, so much to look forward to and then suddenly everything has changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Every person who lost their lives in the Mumbai attack has a heart breaking story. Major Sandeep Unnikrishnan's mom cried inconsolably when his body arrived in Bangalore. The NSG Commandos, Maharashtra Police, Hotel staff and Army - all have earned the respect and love of the people. We thank them for all they have done to secure and help their people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But in such trying times, one expects the leaders to come forward and offer something to console their people. What did our PM do? He came on TV, read the speech from the teleprompter, no emotions and no authority in his voice whatsoever. Everytime we are told to calmly bear the situation. Why are we never told "Don't worry we will go after them. Wherever they hide we will find them and destroy them. They have killed our innocent people, they have attacked our people in our country and they will not go unpunished for this"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First they bombed the trains, then they attacked the parliament and now they come and kill the top Police officials and many more innocent people - and all that the PM can say is be calm? Is this some kind of a joke? We are paying taxes to the country for getting a proper infrastructure and a decent security. Are we getting back any of it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All public places in India have a security system in place. Hotels, airports, malls, cinemas - we are serached everywhere. And the citizens are very willing to cooperate. All these places have armed security personnel standing outside. Still no one could stop these terrorists from entering the hotels/railway station/restaurant? The amount of ammunition they were able to take inside the hotel is not funny. The ammunition lasted with them for the entire 40 hours. I read in a Gulf News article yesterday that when a policeman entered Taj immediately after the terrorists entering it, he was already crying that he had only one bullet left in his rifle! We know such things are happening time and again, so why are they not properly trained and properly equipped? Sending them out to battle, without proper training and equipment is like ridiculing their precious lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If a citizen fails to pay proper taxes, the govt imposes various penalties etc on them. What are the penalties for a govt not taking care of its citizens???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-3100532545751157856?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/3100532545751157856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-is-our-pm.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/3100532545751157856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/3100532545751157856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-is-our-pm.html' title='Where is our PM?'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-3496507482988014948</id><published>2008-11-21T15:02:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T15:11:58.367+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>To India and Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am finally back from my trip and still feeling quite lazy. There are so many things I want to write about but am getting confused where to start! So in this post I will tell you all about our experiences and observations back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We landed at the Delhi airport at dawn. As soon as we reached the arrival area we were overwhelmed by the number of people reuniting with their families. While waiting for our pickup Hubby and I were amused looking at the people around us. A typical scene at the airport - families uniting, children meeting their uncles and aunts after a long time. The most amusing quote was "beta tauji ko pehchana?" We heard this one from atleast 3 different families...so well loads of nephews/nieces were meeting their uncles on this day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The first day H and I took the car and went for some work. And boy it seems we have to follow everything but the traffic rules here. Even though we have lived mostly in India and driven there a lot, it takes a day to come back to our ruthless selves :). There are some simple rules one must follow -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cross a signal no matter what the signal light indicates - that's just a colour!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if you see a pedestrian crossing the road - NEVER stop! remember you have to win the race here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if you need to turn right, stay on the left most lane and then cut at the last moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you are free to overtake a vehicle from any side - afterall we live in a free state!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;keep driving forward till your bonnet touched the vehicle in front - coz if you don't someone will surely come in front of you (remember? it's a race...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The side mirrors are supposed to remain CLOSED. Yes if you try opening them, someone will just brush against it and break it. So it is safe till the time it is closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Blow the horn at every opportunity you get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;All drivers must compliment their driving skills with some verbal abuse without which it is just no fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Remember - it is a race - and you have to win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nevertheless we were back to our normal selves the next day - driving as if we never left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather was very good and I hated coming back at this time. I love the wintry cold hazy mornings with fog (which sometimes meant no school in the good ol days :) ), the festive atmosphere, winter clothes, red cold nose, drinking loads of ginger and tulsi tea. In short everything that &lt;a href="http://rinksnbitts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renu&lt;/a&gt; is enjoying in &lt;a href="http://rinksnbitts.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-in-north.html"&gt;Lucknow&lt;/a&gt; right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well other than the weather, going back to India means loads of treats for us. It's as if we don't get any food here in Dubai. Everyday was reserved for one speciality which we had to eat since we were in Delh/Lucknow. So from &lt;em&gt;Moolchand ke paranthey to Haldiram ki chaat&lt;/em&gt; in Delhi and &lt;em&gt;Basket chaat and yummy Chilly Paneer of Royal Cafe&lt;/em&gt; in Lucknow, we ate it all. To top it all we carried &lt;em&gt;Tundey ke Kebabs &lt;/em&gt;for all family and friends in Delhi and &lt;em&gt;Gourmet Ice's Chocolate Truffle&lt;/em&gt; for the folks in Lucknow. That's our way of showing we care ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What do you do when you go back home? Other than meeting family friends and relatives, what is it that you must do when you visit your home town/country?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-3496507482988014948?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/3496507482988014948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-india-and-back.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/3496507482988014948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/3496507482988014948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-india-and-back.html' title='To India and Back'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-521913930571674882</id><published>2008-10-19T23:29:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:37:03.361+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Your Opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Elders are always considered right in our Indian culture. Can an elder of the family ill-treat their children? By ill-treat I do not mean physical abuse here. We always here stories where about children ill-treating their parents and elders, but does the reverse happen as well?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-521913930571674882?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/521913930571674882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-opinion.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/521913930571674882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/521913930571674882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/10/your-opinion.html' title='Your Opinion'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-8769636038760561055</id><published>2008-10-13T22:48:00.011+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T23:56:49.076+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Are You Right For The Job?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a long time since I blogged. I guess I am going through a writer's block...but the problem is I am not a writer...do I still qualify? To top this, I have been busy interviewing people for a new company I am starting. So I thought just to break the ice, let me tell you about a couple of things that bothered me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SPOjYIoqVFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GKQ9IYhrueI/s1600-h/Report.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SPOjYIoqVFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GKQ9IYhrueI/s1600-h/Report.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SPOjYIoqVFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GKQ9IYhrueI/s1600-h/Report.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SPOjYIoqVFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GKQ9IYhrueI/s1600-h/Report.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256724825101718610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SPOjYIoqVFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GKQ9IYhrueI/s320/Report.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am totally in for a casual friendly atmosphere at work and I conduct interviews in a similar manner - over a cup of coffee.Having said that, is it right for the candidates to be over friendly? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Like there was this one guy who came &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SPOjYIoqVFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GKQ9IYhrueI/s1600-h/Report.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.5 hours late (after me checking with him 3 times), wearing casual clothes (shirt out). He kept laughing and showing a very casual attitude. Thankfully his work was good and so was the CV. But then again, was it a good idea to come late for an interview? (Note: the guy needs a job immediately as he is getting married in 2 weeks time and currently does not have a job). And was it a good idea to not inform me of the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then there was this other guy who reconfirmed his attendance for the interview but never turned up! H says that's how people are over here - too casual and not bothered. But well this bothers me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once my fil told me that when he conducted interviews he would make sure he asked the guy to write something (to check he was carrying a pen) and to tell him the time (to ensure he was wearing a watch). According to him anyone who is serious about their work, would always carry a pen and wear a watch. I cannot agree with him more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Other small things that matter in an interview or for that matter any meeting, are the courtesy to call an hour before the meeting to reconfirm, call and inform if you are running late (even if it is by 10 mins) and ask relevant questions. Relevant questions reminds me, there was another guy who got so friendly that when I told him we are hiring a team, he started telling me about his friends back home whom I should consider as well! I mean I appreciate the help and wouldn't mind checking them out, but hello isn't this a wrong time to promote your friend when you yourself haven't secured a job? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SPOjYIt3ZXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BjRfnYGcn2E/s1600-h/JobInterview.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256724825123546482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SPOjYIt3ZXI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/BjRfnYGcn2E/s320/JobInterview.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I feel I should get more strict and ask the usual questions like "where do you see yourself in 5 years time", "what is your strength/weakness" - but then I believe these are predictable questions which we are taught to answer right from college! I remember in MBA we we wrote our CVs, went for mock interviews and got plenty of phrases which you can use to your advantage. Like "My weakness is that I am detail oriented" or "My weakness is that I cannot leave something unfinished. No matter how late it gets, I like to finish my work. So my colleagues get angry with me since they also have to stay back" (this was one answer I got from a candidate).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another candidate had already ordered a drink for herself even before I reached the venue. Even though she had already paid for it, she was still meeting me for an interview. Is there any difference between a meeting and an interview? Is an interview more formal than a business meeting? Am I confusing the candidates by calling them to a cafe instead of my office for an interview? What is your opinion?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/tfd-archives/tfdarchive-oct03.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-8769636038760561055?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/8769636038760561055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-right-for-job.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8769636038760561055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8769636038760561055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-right-for-job.html' title='Are You Right For The Job?'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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/_q38fGr022UE/SPOjYIoqVFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/GKQ9IYhrueI/s72-c/Report.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-367551550737139627</id><published>2008-10-07T21:56:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:39:02.419+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>Taggit!</title><content type='html'>Yes! I have been tagged by &lt;a href="http://konnotation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reflections&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://manmahesh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mampi&lt;/a&gt;! This one is about telling everyone about 5 things that I am addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first recived the tag, I thought this would be quite easy for me - at least the first three addictions came very easily...then I had to think more. I am now ready with all 5 so here I go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SOu6P_2RteI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DLq4dFxLO-c/s1600-h/Tea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254498174257706466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="179" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SOu6P_2RteI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DLq4dFxLO-c/s320/Tea.jpg" width="179" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am addicted to Tea (yes tea and tea alone and not coffee...I hate coffee!). Green tea, Oolong tea, Jasmine Tea, English breakfast, Assam tea, Darjeeling tea, Lemon tea, black tea, tea without sugar - you name any tea and I will be happy to give you company to drink it. But all said and done nothing beats an Indian masala chai - esp with ginger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am an internet freak. Even though I was brought up in the 80s and 90s I now wonder how I survived without the net in those days! From my work to entertainment to research, I depend on the net for everything! Blogging is fast becoming an addiction too :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing I am addicted to is clicking pictures with my camera. I do not use my phone camera ever! But use my SLR at the drop of a hat! Most of our holidays snaps have H in it while I am busy clickng the pictures. Sometimes I tell him people will think you went there alone, coz he hates to click and so I am almost never in the picture :(!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SOu2yoPVO7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/yy-FFrcsSng/s1600-h/NintendoDSLite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254494371169254322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="201" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SOu2yoPVO7I/AAAAAAAAAWU/yy-FFrcsSng/s320/NintendoDSLite.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nintendo DS Light - yes I am addicted to my Ninetendo mainly because of Mario Bros. I grew up playing that game and now playing the new version has kept me hooked on to it once again. I love playing the mini games, and sudoku and mind games on my DS Light. I hate sharing it with any kid lest they spoil it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Singing! I cannot sit quiet while listening to a song. If I know it then I HAVE to sing it along. And well most of the times I know the lyrics. H says I waste my time and brain space to store useless stuff! But well it comes naturally to me. I remember the lyrics of most songs and as I said I have to sing along if I know it. Whether it's a good or bad thing, is for the listener to decide :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rest of the instructions of this tag - The persons who have been tagged have to link the blogger who tagged them and also extend the tag to five or more bloggers and link them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So now I tag - &lt;a href="http://artipunjabi.blogspot.com/"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rinksnbitts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renu&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://shimmeringsunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nisha&lt;/a&gt;. I will also leave it open for anyone else who would like to take up this tag. Kindly send me a message so I can link you here as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-367551550737139627?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/367551550737139627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/10/taggit.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/367551550737139627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/367551550737139627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/10/taggit.html' title='Taggit!'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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/_q38fGr022UE/SOu6P_2RteI/AAAAAAAAAWc/DLq4dFxLO-c/s72-c/Tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-6916503211540819133</id><published>2008-09-22T10:31:00.019+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:38:02.060+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>I Believe I Can Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SNj82ecyi-I/AAAAAAAAARM/L-eKsRFDt6g/s1600-h/DSC_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249223378517265378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SNj82ecyi-I/AAAAAAAAARM/L-eKsRFDt6g/s320/DSC_1287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to think that I could not go on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And life was nothing but an awful song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now I know the meaning of true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm leaning on the everlasting arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I can see it, then I can do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SNpM3kdCUdI/AAAAAAAAARU/Dpe2rfo2lq8/s1600-h/DSC_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I just believe it, there's nothing to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I can touch the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think about it every night and day&lt;br /&gt;Spread my wings and fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I can soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see me running through that open door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See I was on the verge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes silence can seem so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are miracles in life I must achieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But first I know it starts inside of me, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I can see it, then I can do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I just believe it, there's nothing to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I can fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, cuz I believe in me, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I can see it, then I can be it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I just believe it, there's nothing to it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I believe I can fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, if I just spread my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can fly, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I just spread my wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By R Kelly. To listen to the song click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTahrYXCChI"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SNpOgRHqJJI/AAAAAAAAARk/nxSw_WfS5VA/s1600-h/DSC_1264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249594631912039570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SNpOgRHqJJI/AAAAAAAAARk/nxSw_WfS5VA/s320/DSC_1264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited Kathmandu this summer and were mesmerised with the scenery there. Like all tourists, we visited the temples and I saw something I had never seen before. At the foothills of the temple, there was a guy with hundreds of birds in a few cages (see pic above). You could hear them chirping from far away. Cute looking birds of all sizes and colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wondered who would buy birds in a tourist spot! Out of curiosity I went up to him and he started selling me the birds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Nahi bhaiya hum yaha nahi rehtey to hum ye chidiya nahi le saktey"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Madam ye chidiya paltu banane ke liye nahi hai. Aap jitni khareedengey mein utni chidiyaon ko azad kar dunga"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first I loved the idea but then I thought - is this ransom money he is charging me to release the birds? After all he only would've caught them in the first place right? Moreover what's the guarantee it's not his own pet birds who will fly back to him after some time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Madam bahut sabab ka kaam hai. Bahut punya milega aapko"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"To tum sab ko aisi hii kyon nahi chod dete. Sara punya tumhey mil jayega"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Hum gareeb aadmi hain, rozi ke liye kuch to karna padta hai"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Acchaa ye bahar reh payengi? Aakhir itney time se pinjre mein rahi hain to bahar kaise reh paengi, apney liye khana kaise dhund payengi"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Aap chinta mat karo, yahan itney ped hain, ye araam se bahar reh sakengy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Ye tumhari paltu to nahi, ki jab hum jaye tum inhey vapas apne pinjre mein daal do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Nahi madam, isse to bahut paap lagega. Kasam hai. Aisa kaam main kabhi nahi karunga"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By now I was too tempted and no amount of reasoning would work for me. I was itching to see the birds fly out in the open. I looked at H and he looked convinced too. So we told him to release 2 birds. BTW each bird was priced differently! The "joda"(pair) was more expensive, bulk of 6 was cheaper and so on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We relased the couple and they instantly flew out and went on sat on a branch of a tree. They looked so happy and free. I looked at my hubby again and he nodded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Bhaiya char aur ko chod do"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 more were released and they seemed to be loving their independance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By now H was charged up and he said "Do aur chodo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We were getting addicted to this and needed to stop before we went overboard. The guy insisted we relase more, but we were not sure. By now a few passersby were stopping to see the spectacle as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another man started the same conversation with him...and we noticed the birds were sitting in nearby trees only. Somehow they seemed to be his pets. As if accustomed to this act, they were his friend and accomplice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We quitely walked out. Hoping and praying that the birds were not put back in that cage...but then we will never know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-6916503211540819133?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/6916503211540819133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-believe-i-can-fly.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/6916503211540819133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/6916503211540819133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-believe-i-can-fly.html' title='I Believe I Can Fly'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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/_q38fGr022UE/SNj82ecyi-I/AAAAAAAAARM/L-eKsRFDt6g/s72-c/DSC_1287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-7745862461418154844</id><published>2008-09-21T12:18:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:38:13.396+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='website'/><title type='text'>Classified Nuisance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Classified is a cheap and easy way to get two intersted parties together. Many websites provide a platform to place adverts of services offered for free. But what happens if this website is not designed properly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a site called &lt;a href="http://www.dubaiclassified.com/"&gt;www.dubaiclassified.com&lt;/a&gt; where one can easily set up an account and place ads. Now you will ask - so what's the problem? Well the problem is that anyone - yes anyone, can set up and account on your behalf - with your email id, and start posting adverts - in your name. And well you start recieving all the enquiries on your phone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What we thought was a prank by someone has become a permanent nuisance for us 6 months later. I clearly rememebr it started on our anniversary in Feb this year and till date we (read my H) recieves numerous calls for sharing bed space, car pool, house rent, car sale, and many other possibilities. He gets calls in the middle of the night asking for such services which are being changed by the impostor everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To solve this issue, we have written to the website people numerous number of times but have recieved no response whatsoever from them. The site displays people's email ids freely, so any tom dick and harry can come and lift your email id and start sending you junk mails daily. So that's another set of junk we recieve daily. We are now seriously contemplating on approaching a newspaper and get this nuisance sorted out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How can the site not have a way of verifying the user's email when signing up? To make matters worse, when you use their passwrod reminder feature(which means they send you the password on your email) also doesn't work. So what does one do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you have any suggestions for me? We are sick and tired of answering people that we are not offering any rooms for sharing, no car pools, no bed space, no fridge and furniture on sale@!!@!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-7745862461418154844?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/7745862461418154844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/classified-nuisance.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/7745862461418154844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/7745862461418154844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/classified-nuisance.html' title='Classified Nuisance'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-5229022258216127751</id><published>2008-09-17T11:29:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:35:18.031+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tagged'/><title type='text'>I was Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I wrote this entire post and just a click before publishing it, somehow the whole thing got deleted (I am surprised I could not undo the process!!@#@@!). It annoyed me so much that I did'nt want to write it all over again. I am now once again going to attampt writing what I did yesterday. So here I go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just as I recovered from a dilemma on an award I recieved on my other blog &lt;a href="http://styalogue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Styalogue&lt;/a&gt;, I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://artipunjabi.blogspot.com/"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;! In fact &lt;a href="http://artipunjabi.blogspot.com/"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt; says she loves putting me in a spot. Since I am new in blogosphere, I am still trying to figure out stuff here and do not have a robust list of friends. So when I recieved another tag which I needed to pass on to 6 of my friends I paniced once again. But this time as well, I will reserve a few names to be sent out at a later stage. BTW MySpace soon the tables would turn and I will send a tag/award etc to all your friends and have you panicing the same way...hahaha*devilish laugh*&lt;/div&gt;Here comes the tag and my answers to the questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rules for the tag are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anger and hatred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They keep changing for me, so for now I would want my company to be the best and most recknoned one in its industry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now it's the police and the terrorists attacking India&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What would do with a billion dollars?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wohoo!! I'll be jumping with joy. I would def invest the money carfeully so that we can retire and spend the rets of our lives luxuriously, travelling and doing stuff what we enjoy doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is love deliberate? Can I make myself fall in love with someone? If it is meant to be it will be. In any case we love our friends right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is nothing more blessed than loving someone and being loved back. But if that doesn't happen then surely being loved is way better than loving someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again is there a time frame in love? Can WE decide how long we intend to wait? I would assume if that were the case with me, it would be forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crib and curse my illuck! And well wish the guy and his lover all the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Education for every child. There is no better way to allievate an economy and help a person. It's like teach a man to fish and he will eat forever, rather than fish For him and he will depend on you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;False flattery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate time bound questions! It's so difficult to predict the future. But I think I would be successul, happy, alive and kicking in 10 years time :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. What’s your fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just the thought of lizards and snakes makes me tremble!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Indecisive, creative, thoughtful and a constant learner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now this is a catch 22 situation! I would def want to be married and have money too. Having said that, money is something that can follow but it's the relationship that's more important. So once I am married, we make sure we become rich too ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can that be possible? Hypothetically if that happens, I guess I would choose the one I am more happy with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes ofcourse. Why else are we in a relationship?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may or may not forgive. But forget I never will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A relationship. Who wants to be single?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. List of 6 people to tag: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(3 in my case)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shimmeringsunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anerimasissoapbox.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aneri_Masi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://princessmias.blogspot.com/"&gt;Princess Diary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-5229022258216127751?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/5229022258216127751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-tagged.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/5229022258216127751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/5229022258216127751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was Tagged!'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-8181679038063424094</id><published>2008-09-16T12:03:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T12:07:35.534+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Din Kuch Aise Guzarta Hai Koi</title><content type='html'>I came across this poem by Gulzar and thought I'd share it with you all. You might have heard it before, but it's still a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दिन कुछ ऐसे गुजारता है कोई&lt;br /&gt;जैसे एहसान उतारता है कोई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आईना देख के तसल्ली हुई हमको&lt;br /&gt;इस घर में जानता है कोई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पक गया है शजर पे फल शायद&lt;br /&gt;फिर से पत्थर उछालता है कोई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;फिर नजर में लहू के छींटे हैं&lt;br /&gt;तुम को शायद मुघालता है कोई&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;देर से गूँजतें हैं सन्नाटे&lt;br /&gt;जैसे हम को पुकारता है कोई ।&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-8181679038063424094?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/8181679038063424094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/din-kuch-aise-guzarta-hai-koi.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8181679038063424094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8181679038063424094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/din-kuch-aise-guzarta-hai-koi.html' title='Din Kuch Aise Guzarta Hai Koi'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-8626305600010860915</id><published>2008-09-14T18:45:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T19:14:31.082+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delhi blast'/><title type='text'>Wednesday on a Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This weekend was once again packed with dinners and tents and well a hangover! Now that we had missed a movie(and my popcorn...hehe) on the weekend, we decided to go for one on saturday (If you are wondering that saturday IS a weekend then let me remind you I live in Dubai, where the weekend is Friday and only some lucky souls get Saturday off as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Wednesday is based on the rampant bomb blasts taking place in various parts of India in the last couple of years. A great screenplay, great acting and good direction. The best part is that there are no songs - you see the situation does not demand one :). If you still have'nt seen the movie then I recommend you watch it soon. Thanks &lt;a href="http://shimmeringsunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nisha&lt;/a&gt; for the recommending it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loved the monolgue by Naseeruddin about pests infesting our house. I couldn't help but remember a post written by &lt;a href="http://konnotation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reflections&lt;/a&gt; on a rat attacking her house and how she got rid of it. The movie makes you think and maybe believe that we can actually make a difference if we want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May all those who died in yesterday's blasts in Delhi, rest in peace. And we hope once again that the Police can nab the real culprits - maybe this time they will? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-8626305600010860915?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/8626305600010860915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/wednesday-on-saturday.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8626305600010860915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8626305600010860915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/wednesday-on-saturday.html' title='Wednesday on a Saturday'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-7848533571179499245</id><published>2008-09-09T16:07:00.014+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:39:06.370+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Hum Tum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SMZuyQWIN3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/wUawv4O03c4/s1600-h/HumTum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244000625779816306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SMZuyQWIN3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/wUawv4O03c4/s320/HumTum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I'll tell you a story of a boy and a girl. Let's call the boy "Tum" and the girl "Hum". (I know I know it's not very innovative, but what the heck! What's in a name? I want to be a bit filmy too!) The story is about how Hum Tum met and fell in love - and not in a trditional way where boy sees girl, falls in love at first sight - but boy messages girl and love at first type! Yes the story of love on the internet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It dates back to the early times when internet and chatting had just started in India. Hum had just discovered the world of chatting and dabbled her way into creating conversations with strangers. With friends spread across India and abroad, she loved being in touch with strangers and connecting with them in some way - just like we make friends on blogoshere now a days! A small picture which may/may not show how a person looks, but their writings tell a lot about them - how they think, what they like, dislike etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One day while chatting with her usual set of friends on the net:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tum: Hi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hum: Hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tum: Will you marry me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hum(amused by the line): What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tum(happy to get the attention and reply of a girl): Hi, I know you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hum(now even more attentive and curious): Really? Who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tum:(happy to get undivided attention and rapid replies): I know where you live and well you are cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hum(happy to hear the comment, no matter how silly it may be): Ya right. My location is mentioned right here. And if you know me then tell me who are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tum: I was just joking. We don't know each other. But you sound intelligent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hum(smiling at the compliment): haa, I'm not so sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tum: Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hum: Coz I am talking to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tum: Smart woman! Marry me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And so the conversation started. An hour into the conversation, the two discussed everything under the sun from food to movies to music and books. Not to mention their love interests. It's easy to guess they were both single and ready to mingle and Tum left no stone unturned by proposing Hum to marry him after every second line typed to her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things were going good between the two of them. They were loving the attention each got from the other and the non-committment factor in the relationship. Each lived their lives the way they wanted, but end of the day had someone to share their thoughts, anger and emotions with. Someone - who understood them well. This continued for a while and the two got closer to each other. Unlike most internet relations, they had found a connection which confirmed the other was telling the truth about themself. This took care of a lot of worries but there was still no reason why the family would recognise such a relationship. But then who is thinking of tying the knot here? It's just timepass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then one fine day on their usual chat this is how the converstaion went:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tum: Hi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hum: Hi! how are you? What's up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tum was silent for 10 seconds &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hum: What happened? Did you have a fight with someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tum: Yes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hum: Was it that colleague again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tum: Yes. I wish I had a way to deal with him. He doesn't seem to understand anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even silence spoke millions of words between them. And time went by with the two of them chatting and emailing everyday for a long time. Ultimately the two got married and lived happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I know you'll ask - why such a long kahaani with no twist? Why such a Sooraj Barjatiya diabetically (I wonder if that's a word!) sweet story? Aisa bhi hota hai kya? Bina dekhey shaadi et all! The guy might be fooling the girl - after all you only said that it was timepass! He might be an old harried man and she a teenager just discovering a new phase in life! Maybe they were both guys! ;) Maybe everything was fine, but what when they saw each other upfront?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But well I wrote the story coz I felt like writing something positive, something nice and yes something diabetically sweet today! Hope this post can kindle some mushiness and some romance into your life. I am now off to call my husband! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-7848533571179499245?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/7848533571179499245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/hum-tum.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/7848533571179499245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/7848533571179499245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/hum-tum.html' title='Hum Tum'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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/_q38fGr022UE/SMZuyQWIN3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/wUawv4O03c4/s72-c/HumTum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-2605016945215070727</id><published>2008-09-05T15:23:00.012+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T16:24:58.425+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><title type='text'>Weekender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weekend has been a busy one with a dinner, movie ramadan tent and outings packed in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Booked a ticket for the movie Hijack. In my haste I hit the wrong button and boom - I had bought the tickets for the furthest cinema from our house! Great this is what I need on a weekend - a cribbing husband who hates long drives, to take me to a distant cinema for a flop movie. Anyways my motive of heading the cinemas usually is the caramel popcorn ;) So as long as I get my fix, I can bear his cribbings and I am ready to go watch any movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So we reach the cinema just in time for the show and are told by the lady at the counter that our tickets have already been picked up! We wasted 20 minutes trying to fugure out what the problem was. It so happened that another couple came in before us, and the lady at the counter heard the booking number wrong and instead gave them our seats! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We insisted on taking the same seats as we booked, coz there is a reason we pay online and reserve a seat right?! So the staff came in with us and tried to move the other couple to their original seat. They refused to budge. The movie has just started and they created a scene by blaming the staff. They were right in their own way. Luckily for us the row behind our orignal seat was empty and we got to sit there. After 10 minutes into the movie, guess the couple realised their mistake and shifted, but then we were well settled in our 'new better' seats. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The movie was a big let down with hardly any emotions, or story line. Shiney and Esha gave a dismal performance. And can you imagine - a song in the midst of a hikjack!! I mean there has to be some sense of direction here. One one side you are showing innocent passengers being killed, and then suddenly a song starts! They show a scene where the Indian Anti Terror Unit is sending an email to the hijacker (an email when you are already speaking to them on the phone?! And an email in an emergency situation?!) and the screen shows "Indian Mail" with the Ashoka emblem on top! Now I haven't seen any Indian email system personally but am pretty sure this is not how they look!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The movie finishes and we heave a sigh of relief. We were begining to feel empty and hopeless in our lives. Didn't we have anything better in life to do than watch this movie?? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Then we headed to Mai Tai Lounge at JBR. A branch of Trader Vics, the place was buzzing with people. So much so that we had to wait for 30 minutes before we got a table. The guys got lucky as the table next to us was full of girls ;). The menu had limited choice and almost nothing to offer to vegetarians. But again, Trader Vics is known for it's Tiki puka pukas rather than food.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This was followed by a visit to a Ramadan Tent which is a unique thing they do in Dubai. Every Ramadan, all major hotels build a marquee/tent, which now a days is air conditioned because of the heat, with majlis/lounge eating, sheesha etc. It's nice to chill out with a bunch of friends, play cards, puff away some sheesha and enjoy some lebanese sweets. How we got to sit in this busy tent is another story!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-2605016945215070727?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/2605016945215070727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekender.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/2605016945215070727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/2605016945215070727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekender.html' title='Weekender'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-8638876647884845215</id><published>2008-09-01T18:01:00.013+04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T19:11:53.932+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Think About It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SLwBjEV-I0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2mcdvLdTwP8/s1600-h/thinking-cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241065768325358402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" height="260" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SLwBjEV-I0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2mcdvLdTwP8/s320/thinking-cloud.jpg" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class=" transl_class" id="0" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="0" title="Click to correct"&gt;आज&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="1" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="1" title="Click to correct"&gt;मुझे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="2" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="2" title="Click to correct"&gt;घर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="3" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="3" title="Click to correct"&gt;जल्दी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="4" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="4" title="Click to correct"&gt;आना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="5" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="5" title="Click to correct"&gt;है...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=" transl_class" id="6" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="6" title="Click to correct"&gt;कल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="7" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="7" title="Click to correct"&gt;पार्टी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="8" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="8" title="Click to correct"&gt;पर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="9" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="9" title="Click to correct"&gt;क्या&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="10" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="10" title="Click to correct"&gt;सर्वे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="11" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="11" title="Click to correct"&gt;करना&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="12" title="Click to correct"&gt;&lt;span class="transl_class" id="12" title="Click to correct"&gt;है&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=" transl_class" id="18" title="Click to correct"&gt;मुझे&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="14" title="Click to correct"&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="15" title="Click to correct"&gt;लगता &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=" transl_class" id="19" title="Click to correct"&gt;यह&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="21" title="Click to correct"&gt;बंदी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="22" title="Click to correct"&gt;अच्छा&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="23" title="Click to correct"&gt;काम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="24" title="Click to correct"&gt;कर&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="25" title="Click to correct"&gt;सकेगी&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class=" transl_class" id="26" title="Click to correct"&gt;शायद&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="27" title="Click to correct"&gt;येही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="28" title="Click to correct"&gt;करना&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="29" title="Click to correct"&gt;सही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=" transl_class" id="30" title="Click to correct"&gt;है&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of thoughts going on in my mind. And they all speak the same language - Hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having met people who speak various languages, it is surprising to know that we all talk to ourselves and think in only one language. The language we are most comfortable in. The language that we can express the most in. And the language that comes naturally to us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For me it's hindi all the way. No matter how fluent I am in English or my mother tongue, or that my first instance of initiating a conversation is in English, I am always thinking in Hindi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your "thinking" language?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-8638876647884845215?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/8638876647884845215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/think-about-it.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8638876647884845215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/8638876647884845215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/09/think-about-it.html' title='Think About It'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SLwBjEV-I0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2mcdvLdTwP8/s72-c/thinking-cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-7600218983360023290</id><published>2008-08-30T13:59:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T15:28:34.433+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organise'/><title type='text'>Unorganised to an Organised Diva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SLktYDwJ4KI/AAAAAAAAACE/v8vk_K6WHKc/s1600-h/organize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240269532769673378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SLktYDwJ4KI/AAAAAAAAACE/v8vk_K6WHKc/s320/organize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humorandlaughter.com/images/organize.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;www.humorandlaughter.com/images/organize.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obtaining genes from my mom who loves to live life as it comes - I would hate to plan and organize things. It was easier to pack in stuff based on the "Just in case" phenomenon. If anything is planned to the tee it loses its charm for me. I like the idea of not knowing, the thrill of the last moment decisions. And just as they say, your spouse should complement you - I landed up with a super organized hubby. And not only hubby but a super super organized family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where I dont even know which place I want to dine tonight, they even know which route to be taken to reach the restaurant! "Today is Monday and at 7:30, the BRT corridor would be packed, so we would take the...." and so it goes on. Bags are packed 3 days in advance so that everything is taken care of. Lunches, dinners, outings, shopping - everything has a lead time of 1-2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the years I have laughed and humored about the need to organise things before hand. And all this while, unknowingly I have been emulating the same! I was amazed when this year I have managed to pre-plan all the parties and dinners at home. We have already decided on the party date and venue for this Diwali! And to top it all I have even started looking for Diwali gifts which I normally do not start till the week before the distribution! I collect stuff for a new house we have bought and would shift into maybe 2 years time?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another thing I kept fighting with my mom was that she would stock anything new - till it was at least a couple of years old. From crockery to bedsheets to decor stuff, everything would be stored to be displayed at the right time and this would annoy me to no end. I want instant gratification - buy it and display it. To my astonishment, my hubby says the same things I told my mom - to me! I have become a hoarder who loves to hoard good stuff for my new home. And well everything that's new is good. So there you go, the story continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it just me or it happens with everyone? You have certain views in life and hope to follow them all the while. And along the way, you change into exactly what you laughed at a couple of years back. Without notice and without a warning, I changed from being unorganised to an "organised" diva! (Well I like to think I am organised now! People may have different views) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This post is inspired by &lt;a href="http://artipunjabi.blogspot.com/"&gt;MySpace's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://artipunjabi.blogspot.com/2008/08/travel-light.html"&gt;Travel Light post&lt;/a&gt;. When I was going through the post, I felt as if it was meant for me and not her "darling hubby". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/6755498129692683999-7600218983360023290?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/7600218983360023290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/08/unorganised-to-organised-diva.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/7600218983360023290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/7600218983360023290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/08/unorganised-to-organised-diva.html' title='Unorganised to an Organised Diva'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SLktYDwJ4KI/AAAAAAAAACE/v8vk_K6WHKc/s72-c/organize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-3148443221318753611</id><published>2008-08-25T17:51:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:36:45.078+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kabhie Kabhie Pyaar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian Television'/><title type='text'>Reality Bites - have one have all</title><content type='html'>One great success gives birth to many wannabes. Yes, I am talking about the umpteen reality shows on Indian Television. Each channel has its own competition on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;game show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;laughter challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SLLAP12xQPI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZEjY6poIec4/s1600-h/KKPKKY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238460694972678386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="196" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SLLAP12xQPI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZEjY6poIec4/s320/KKPKKY.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I was watching a show called Kabhie Kabhie Pyaar Kabhie Kabhie Yaar...and couldn't help but wonder what made them start the show? The same TV stars appear in all reality shows (except for music shows). In fact there haven't been many successful shows without celebrities. So now you find Kashmira Shah on every dance show. Seems she has become a pro reality show participant!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Another thing that makes me think is - how do these judges come up with a different comments on each performance! They surely need to be expressive and creative to be able to ramble out opinions without hurting anyone as such. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The formula for a great program lies in the right balance between entertainment value, originality and authenticity. While entertainment value and originality depend on the concept, the authenticity relies a lot on how genuine and honest the developers are in promoting the right people. Another big asset for such a show are its judges. The more they know about their field, the more consturctive the feedback and the more accurate their readings. Laughter Challenge on Star is losing its authenticity because Siddhu is laughing his ass off every joke! There is no constructive feedback being given and there is no threshold for a performance. The level of content on this show has gone down rather than picking up with every season. I mean move on from the same condescending tone of talking between couples, the same double meaning jokes which have less originality and more vulgarity! Today's generation doesn't even identify with their humor. They need to get out of their 70's and 80's style of talking about less clad women, and troubling housewives! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's high time we get to see some good shows with some serious content - liked by the modern, educated audience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-3148443221318753611?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/3148443221318753611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/08/reality-bites-have-one-have-all.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/3148443221318753611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/3148443221318753611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/08/reality-bites-have-one-have-all.html' title='Reality Bites - have one have all'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q38fGr022UE/SLLAP12xQPI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZEjY6poIec4/s72-c/KKPKKY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755498129692683999.post-865719151100192157</id><published>2008-08-18T14:50:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:50:16.721+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Independence Day'/><title type='text'>Independence Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My first blog is about a recent ceremony I attended to celebrate the Indian Independence Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was organized by one of the most respected and well established groups in Dubai. The Counsul General was the chief guest and the highlight of the event was a show by Hema Malini and her daughters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to our embarassment, the speaker from the group went on to ramble about how great India was and how good we were. But alas, the speech was not well prepared, the tone and words used were normal English, there was no pathos, emotions or thought used while writing it - and all this showed very clearly while he spoke unimpressively. He went on to introduce Hema Malini as a famous bollywood actress! I mean an accomplished guest to your function deserves a better introduction. Is that all she ever did in her life? Be a Bollywood heroine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made us proud was the beautiful speech by the Counsul General who spoke with a lot of emotion and genuine pride in the nation. No shallow talks - but pure belief in what he spoke. And what sounded good was that he said I do not agree with the introduction given by the speaker and would like to make corrections. He went on to describe the accomplishments of the artiste and tocuh on various issues. A great show of leadership and responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake cutting ceremony took place where no one could view it. We were all forced to watch it on the big screens (which were going off every now and then) - and again to our amusement - it said " Happy Independence Anniversary"!! I mean I alsways thought that it was happy independence day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the event did not start till 1.30 hrs of its scheduled time, so we decided to leave without watching the performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-865719151100192157?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/865719151100192157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/08/independence-day-celebration.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/865719151100192157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/865719151100192157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/08/independence-day-celebration.html' title='Independence Day Celebration'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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-6755498129692683999.post-2781996389072799563</id><published>2008-08-18T14:47:00.000+04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:50:31.051+04:00</updated><title type='text'>First One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been thinking of starting a blog but somehow been very lazy to do so. Well, I am finally here with my thoughts and ideas and ramblings about my daily life, about work and about things I fee strongly about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say all feedback is more than welcome. So bring it on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755498129692683999-2781996389072799563?l=media-wedia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/feeds/2781996389072799563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/2781996389072799563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755498129692683999/posts/default/2781996389072799563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://media-wedia.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-one.html' title='First One'/><author><name>DeeplyDip</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13557227877046522074</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></feed>
