<?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-3666135585686624207</id><updated>2012-02-11T02:43:20.311-08:00</updated><category term='Patriotic'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Think'/><category term='Ultra short stories'/><category term='Timepass'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Weird'/><category term='Experience'/><category term='Comedy'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Keep Walking</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-5880436918004418320</id><published>2011-05-20T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:40:04.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi Kabhi</title><content type='html'>============================================================&lt;br /&gt;Jo pakadte the titliyan, Gulaabon me kabhi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;Dikh jaati hain vo aaj bhi, Khwaabon me kabhi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padhte the ki bhagwan har kan kan me hai mauzood&lt;br /&gt;Ho jaati hain kuch galtiyan, Kitaabon me kabhi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab jab bhi apne aks se kuch poochte hain hum&lt;br /&gt;Mil jaate hain kuch prashan he, Jawaabon me kabhi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gam aur khushi ke tol ka, jitna bhi ho tajurba&lt;br /&gt;Reh jaati hain kuch khamiyan, Hisaabon me kabhi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fikar-e-umar me ho rahe madhosh ho agar&lt;br /&gt;Mil jaata hai kuch hosh bhi, Shraabon me kabhi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;============================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-5880436918004418320?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5880436918004418320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=5880436918004418320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5880436918004418320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5880436918004418320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2011/05/kabhi-kabhi.html' title='Kabhi Kabhi'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-800454429960650736</id><published>2011-05-17T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T22:48:07.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Jad Main Chota Hunda See</title><content type='html'>============================================================&lt;br /&gt;Bhaawen jeb see hundi khali, Jad main chota hunda see&lt;br /&gt;Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thodi aukhi see padhai, fir bhi bojh nee lagdi see&lt;br /&gt;See tension pass hon dee, Par oh roz nee lagdi see&lt;br /&gt;Bhaawen kutdi see teacher saali, Jad main chota hunda see&lt;br /&gt;Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thaape nu he bat bana ke, chauke shikke launde&lt;br /&gt;Pasham nu he dor bana ke, roz patang udaunde&lt;br /&gt;Bhaawen dor te bat see jaali, Jad main chota hunda see&lt;br /&gt;Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chand akhraan de wich bachpan apna kiven sunaawaan main&lt;br /&gt;Chori karke khadhe ber hun kiven bhulaawaan main&lt;br /&gt;Bhaawen dinda see gaalaan maali, Jad main chota hunda see&lt;br /&gt;Par life see badi niraali, Jad main chota hunda see&lt;br /&gt;============================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-800454429960650736?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/800454429960650736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-5712768947958695788</id><published>2011-04-08T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T04:02:17.115-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Support to Anna Hazare</title><content type='html'>A bit from my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================================&lt;br /&gt;Aa gaya ek baar fir se, Waqt inqlaab ka&lt;br /&gt;Soorme ek baar fir se, Aa gaye maidaan me&lt;br /&gt;Hai nahi parwah humko, Jaan ki apni magar&lt;br /&gt;Jhonk denge jang me hum, Dum hai jitna jaan me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har shehar me, har gali me, Mach raha bas ek shor&lt;br /&gt;Seh liya humne bahut, Bas ab nahi sehna hai aur&lt;br /&gt;Ab kahan aaraam humko, Milega aaraam me&lt;br /&gt;Jhonk denge jang me hum, Dum hai jitna jaan me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maana ki kuch maangne me, Hum bade bekaar hain&lt;br /&gt;Par cheen lene ke aazaadi, Hum tajurbekaar hain&lt;br /&gt;Rok paaye ab jo humko, Dum nahi beimaan me&lt;br /&gt;Jhonk denge jang me hum, Dum hai jitna jaan me&lt;br /&gt;==================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-5712768947958695788?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5712768947958695788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=5712768947958695788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5712768947958695788'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;===============================================================&lt;br /&gt;Jab jab tere qatil honthon ne, tere dil ki baat chupaai hai&lt;br /&gt;Tere dil ki tadap teri aankhon ne, Har baar mujhe batlaai hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho laakh deewaaren duniya ki, Har haal me tujhko paana hai&lt;br /&gt;Le baahon me tujhko jaan meri, Mujhe dil ka haal sunaana hai&lt;br /&gt;Karna hai deewana tujhko bhi, Mera dil jitna deewana hai&lt;br /&gt;Jab jab tu tod ke sab rasmen, mujhse milne ko aai hai&lt;br /&gt;Tere dil ki tadap teri aankhon ne, Har baar mujhe batlaai hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo hawa chale tere daaman se, Mere dil ko chu kar jaati hai&lt;br /&gt;Jo khushboo chale teri saanson se, Mere tan man ko mehkaati hai&lt;br /&gt;Tu kya jaane ke yaad teri, Kitna mujhko tadpaati hai&lt;br /&gt;Jab jab chaahat ban kar baadal, Is aasmaan par chaai hai&lt;br /&gt;Tere dil ki tadap teri aankhon ne, Har baar mujhe batlaai hai&lt;br 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Tadap'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2727634358052302603</id><published>2011-03-21T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T21:01:47.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Lessons From My Daughter</title><content type='html'>I have learned a few things from my daughter Shreya. Thought of sharing with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Be very clear (specially to yourself) in what you want and don't settle for anything less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cry when you want to. Don't stop crying for the sake of what the neighbors will say.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;* When you get what you want, enjoy it completely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Its perfectly fine to smile for no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Focus on tangible things like toys, eatables and touch. Intangible things like love, happiness, joy etc. are always the byproducts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Doesn't matter if others call you "Ziddi", if you get what you want. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-2727634358052302603?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2727634358052302603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=2727634358052302603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2727634358052302603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2727634358052302603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2011/03/lessons-from-my-daughter.html' title='Lessons From My Daughter'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-8625416193909548202</id><published>2011-03-21T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T02:35:04.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weird'/><title type='text'>Irreparable Damage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew that something was wrong but he didn't know what was it. He knew that his wife wasn't happy at something. Things would have been much much better if he did not have this evil talent of knowing when his wife was not happy. Or may be it was his wife's lack of talent of hiding her anger. Or may be it was his wife's uncontrolled talent of letting him know just enough. He could not hide that he knew a part of it. That made the situation worse. He was going through everything that happened in last few hours to figure out what could possibly go wrong. But he could not pin point a single thing would make him angry if he was in his wife's place. Then why is she angry? this thought kept increasing his anger more and more. Somehow he was able to justify his own anger to himself but not his wife's. Its strange how people easily justify their own wrongdoings while cursing others' at the same time. He asked his wife multiple times if everything was fine. And every time she lied 'yes'. He convinced himself that he was tired of such incidents. His anger was increasing exponentially by now. But there was nothing he could do about it. He tried to stop his own anger but gave up pretty soon. Now he decided to let it increase freely. And he started feeding his anger. one way of it was praising himself for being a good husband. "why his wife was angry with him when he was such a good husband", he thought. and anger meter went up. Only revenge he could think of was start being a bad husband. But that would be a punishment to him as well. He knew that he can't be happy without keeping her happy. Not because he loved her very much but because that is the way it is. While he was going through all this, his wife decided to end it all and tell the reason of her anger. And when she told the reason, it was something he could not think of even in his worst dreams. that's what he thought of the reason. now he was completely out of his control. for a moment dying seemed to be the only way out. He thought of explaining things to her and make her understand that what she thinks is not the right thing but the thought didn't last for more than a second and he rejected the idea. He was ranked the lowest by his wife in something he was proud of. he got wild and did a damage that was irreparable. (irreparable in his own opinion). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were normal the next day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-8625416193909548202?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8625416193909548202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=8625416193909548202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8625416193909548202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8625416193909548202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2011/03/irreparable-damage.html' title='Irreparable Damage'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-4131211442571530564</id><published>2010-04-21T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T08:21:06.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Soch Le</title><content type='html'>kyun sad sa face banaaya hai?&lt;br /&gt;kis gam ne tujhe sataaya hai?&lt;br /&gt;koi apna tujhse rooth gaya?&lt;br /&gt;ya paisa kam kamaaya hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo kuch bhi aaj hai paas tere&lt;br /&gt;Vo duniya me he paaya hai&lt;br /&gt;Mat soch tu itna paise ka,&lt;br /&gt;Ye paisa to moh maaya hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo soche hai ki duniya ne&lt;br /&gt;Tere naam na kuch likhwaya hai&lt;br /&gt;To soch le ki chadhta sooraj&lt;br /&gt;Tere daddy ne banwaaya hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo lagta hai ki duniya ne&lt;br /&gt;koi rishta nahi nibhaaya hai&lt;br /&gt;To soch ki chanda mama hai&lt;br /&gt;Aur sooraj tera taaya hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-4131211442571530564?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4131211442571530564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=4131211442571530564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4131211442571530564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4131211442571530564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2010/04/soch-le.html' title='Soch Le'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-8964358810210141127</id><published>2010-04-17T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:55:22.538-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><title type='text'>Stomach Upset</title><content 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8964358810210141127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8964358810210141127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2010/04/stomach-upset.html' title='Stomach Upset'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-83522085977812152</id><published>2010-04-12T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T21:07:29.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Little Moments</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Just if I achieve this one thing, I will have everything I want&lt;/span&gt;". How many times do we say that to ourselves? I guess a lot of times. But that never happens. Doesn't matter whether we achieve that or not, we always have something to achieve more. I am not trying to say that we should stop having more dreams but I feel that at times in the expectation of greater glory, we all lose a lot of opportunities to have smaller pleasures. Try recalling your life till now and all you will remember is the small pleasures. But still we just forget to live while preparing to live. We let the moments pass away before they get frozen in the memories. I don't really know how I would like to end this post. I think its gonna be as usual :). Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pal do pal ke liye has ke to dekh!&lt;br /&gt;Yun aansu bahaana to roz ka kaam hai!!&lt;br /&gt;Kuch khabon ko kabhi khuli aankhon se bhi dekh!&lt;br /&gt;Yun he so jaana to roz ka kaam hai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch karne ki man me himmat to laa!&lt;br /&gt;Girega to uth jana, par thoda aage to aa!!&lt;br /&gt;Kuch mast saa zamaane ko karke dikha!!&lt;br /&gt;Yun baatein banaana to roz ka kaam hai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyun rehta hai khoya tu iss duniyadaari me!&lt;br /&gt;Mat bhool tu jeena, jeene ki taiyari me!!&lt;br /&gt;Chakh ke dekh to maza, pagalpan ki bimaari me!!&lt;br /&gt;Yun banna sayaana to roz ka kaam hai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-83522085977812152?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/83522085977812152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=83522085977812152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/83522085977812152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/83522085977812152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-moments.html' title='Little Moments'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-4147629422549778177</id><published>2010-04-10T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T21:45:30.467-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>We Will Win Sprint!!!</title><content type='html'>Kandhon se kehdo ki jhukna hai mana,&lt;br /&gt;Bojh uthane ki taakat abhi baaki hai dil me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadmon se kehdo ki rukna hai mana,&lt;br /&gt;Udne ki chahat abhi baaki hai dil me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agar khafa hai taqdeer to rehne do khafa,&lt;br /&gt;Khud ladne ki himmat abhi baaki hai dil me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatfehmi hai zamaane ko ki haar gaye hum,&lt;br /&gt;Jeet se mohabbat abhi baaki hai dil me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-4147629422549778177?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4147629422549778177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=4147629422549778177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4147629422549778177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4147629422549778177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2010/04/we-will-win-sprint.html' title='We Will Win Sprint!!!'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2187840760485983639</id><published>2010-04-01T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:20:35.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Aansu</title><content type='html'>Kya hui hai taqleef, Jo nikle hain aansu&lt;br /&gt;Kyon milne ko ret me, Yun machle hain aansu&lt;br /&gt;Kahin chupa hua dil me koi gam to nahi hai&lt;br /&gt;Jo labon ki hasi se, Aaj jhagde hain aansu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-2187840760485983639?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2187840760485983639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=2187840760485983639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2187840760485983639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2187840760485983639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2010/04/aansu.html' title='Aansu'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-8008236508838823919</id><published>2010-03-29T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:25:11.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultra short stories'/><title type='text'>Restart</title><content type='html'>...And then he decided to restart and he was happy again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-8008236508838823919?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8008236508838823919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=8008236508838823919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8008236508838823919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8008236508838823919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2010/03/restart.html' title='Restart'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-1958124374300357287</id><published>2010-03-27T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T08:21:07.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Guavus</title><content type='html'>Its been more than 2 years in Guavus now. Don't know what would be the title if I had to make a movie about my time here. Time has passed too fast. I have seen all the extremes in Guavus. There were times when I was happy for not having to do anything, there were times when I was frustrated for not having to do anything, there were times when I was frustrated for having a lot to do and there were times when I was happy for having a lot to do. I didn't actually expect many of the things that I have faced here. Before joining Guavus I never expected that I would so deeply fall in love with Guavus and work so hard. And after falling so deeply in love with Guavus and working so hard, I never expected that I would regret my hard work. And after regretting my hard work I never expected that I would work hard again. But it all has happened here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I keep working hard? No&lt;br /&gt;Will I keep working hard? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is that I have my best friends around. This somehow manages to keep my senses in check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-1958124374300357287?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1958124374300357287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=1958124374300357287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/1958124374300357287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/1958124374300357287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2010/03/guavus.html' title='Guavus'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-8081820340972285519</id><published>2010-03-19T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:15:41.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>(De)motivation</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of books available that tell you how to motivate your employees. Managers try to adopt different policies to motivate their employees. But does it really make any difference? I think, yes, it does. It demotivates the employees. What I have learned from my experience is that you can't motivate people, you can only demotivate them. People can only motivate themselves. You can only give them reasons for hating their jobs. You can enforce rules and policies that make no sense. If a person is not productive without rules and policies, he can't be productive with them. But on the other hand if a person is productive without rules and policies he may not be productive with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-8081820340972285519?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8081820340972285519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=8081820340972285519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8081820340972285519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8081820340972285519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2010/03/demotivation.html' title='(De)motivation'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2553516310834548124</id><published>2009-04-22T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:36:51.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>JALAN</title><content type='html'>Mat poocho ye humse ki hum jeete ya haare! &lt;br /&gt;Hum khush hain itne ki hum bata na payenge!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo haste the humpe, unki jalan ko dekho!&lt;br /&gt;Vo dukhi hain itne ki vo chupa na payenge!!&lt;div 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title='JALAN'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-7847355728998339310</id><published>2008-09-03T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:31.727-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Do Pal</title><content type='html'>Do pal ke liye vo mile humko, do pal me jaane kya baat ho gayi!&lt;br /&gt;Sadiyon se samete aansuon ki, do pal me he barsaat ho gayi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikwe the humse bahut se unko, shikwe the unse bahut se humko!&lt;br /&gt;Vo bhi bhoole, hum bhi bhoole, kuch aisi khuda ki karaamaat ho gayi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashqon ka dariya dil me tha unke, ashqon ka dariya dil me tha mere!&lt;br /&gt;Vo bhi roye hum bhi roye, ashqon me ojhal kaynaat ho gayi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milne ko betaab the vo bhi, milne ko betaab the hum bhi!&lt;br /&gt;Aankhon se aankhen milne ki der thi, aur paar had-e-zajbaat ho gayi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-7847355728998339310?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7847355728998339310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=7847355728998339310' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/7847355728998339310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/7847355728998339310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-pal.html' title='Do Pal'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2651759654172276423</id><published>2008-08-31T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:52:43.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Uski Mehak</title><content type='html'>Jiski yaad subah-o-sham, sataati hai mujhko&lt;br /&gt;Vo bas sapno me he chehra, kyon dikhati hai mujhko&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yun to aankhon se door, vo kahin rehti hai dil me&lt;br /&gt;Ashq banke fir kyon pal pal, vo rulaati hai mujhko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahi chahti vo mujhko, ye bataya nahi usne&lt;br /&gt;Fir zamaane ki guftgu kyon, bataati hai mujhko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Log kehte hain ki maine use khuda nahi samjha&lt;br /&gt;Jarre jarre se fir kyon uski mehak aati hai mujhko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-2651759654172276423?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2651759654172276423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=2651759654172276423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Kya pata na peene waalon ko, kya maza hai sharab me&lt;br /&gt;Peene waalon se poocho, khud khuda hai sharab me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo bhar jaaye kabhi mann tera, tere gam ki adaaon se&lt;br /&gt;Aake dekh lena maikhane me, kya ada hai sharab me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mausam sard, dil me dard, kismat ho khafa ya ho sanam bewafa&lt;br /&gt;Aise kai saare rogon ki, dawa hai sharab me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peele agar lagta hai ki asar hota hai duaaon me&lt;br /&gt;Mili hui har sharabi ki, dua hai sharab me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-3899236043121732053?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3899236043121732053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=3899236043121732053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/3899236043121732053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/3899236043121732053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2008/08/kya-hai-sharab-me.html' title='Kya Hai Sharab Me?'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-8859796027365071328</id><published>2008-06-29T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:30:14.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Khafa</title><content type='html'>Kya hua jo hum unse thoda khafa ho gaye!&lt;br /&gt;Vo ek pal me kyon humse yun juda ho gaye!&lt;br /&gt;Rootha to vo bhi karte the, par mana lete the hum!&lt;br /&gt;Aaj hum roothe hain to kya hum bewafa ho gaye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-8859796027365071328?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8859796027365071328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=8859796027365071328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8859796027365071328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8859796027365071328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2008/06/khafa.html' title='Khafa'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-961551346918743074</id><published>2008-05-26T02:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:31.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Magic of a Tear</title><content type='html'>Jaane ke baad chahe tu mujhko bhula dena&lt;br /&gt;Meri maut pe bhi beshak, tu muskura dena&lt;br /&gt;Par kar dena mujhpe ehsaan itna tu&lt;br /&gt;Mujhse juda hote hue, ek aansoo gira dena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-961551346918743074?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/961551346918743074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=961551346918743074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/961551346918743074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/961551346918743074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2008/05/magic-of-tear.html' title='The Magic of a Tear'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-264456051309361341</id><published>2008-05-14T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:31.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><title type='text'>Burrrrrrrraaaaaaaaah!!!</title><content type='html'>Johney Johney,&lt;br /&gt;Yes PaPa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peg lagaya?&lt;br /&gt;No PaPa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jhooth bolta hai?&lt;br /&gt;No PaPa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muh Khol&lt;br /&gt;Burrrrrrrraaaaaaaaah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-264456051309361341?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-151150699542384990</id><published>2008-04-08T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:31.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Another one!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi guys, some timepass after a long long break!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================&lt;br /&gt;Dil toda to mazboori ka bahana bana diya&lt;br /&gt;Aur dil toota to bewafai ka ilzaam laga diya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ban gaya vo insan khuda kuch is tarah&lt;br /&gt;Meri taqdeer ka usne faisla suna diya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gunah uska hai jisne apna dil na kiya paththar&lt;br /&gt;Jisne tod diya usne bhala kya gunah kiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaj hua jo uska zikar to bhari mehfil ke beech&lt;br /&gt;Dil ne roka bahut par aankh ne aansu gira diya&lt;br /&gt;=================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-151150699542384990?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/151150699542384990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=151150699542384990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/151150699542384990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/151150699542384990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-one.html' title='Another one!!!'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-8789086551083407197</id><published>2008-02-28T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T00:46:26.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><title type='text'>Rajnikanths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;ik=3530eab80a&amp;attid=0.1&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=1185bf1d8716f736"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;ik=3530eab80a&amp;attid=0.1&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=1185bf1d8716f736" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-8789086551083407197?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8789086551083407197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=8789086551083407197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8789086551083407197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8789086551083407197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_28.html' title='Rajnikanths'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-3588278781579766525</id><published>2007-10-21T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:31.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Kya Bakwaas Hai Ye</title><content type='html'>Na yun aansuon se bheegi ye fiza hoti&lt;br /&gt;Mere dil ki saathi jo meri zubaan hoti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar diya hota kaash, byan haal-e-dil&lt;br /&gt;Fir chahe haan hoti, chahe na hoti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil ko todne se pehle, dil se khelte hain log&lt;br /&gt;Kaash mera dil tootne ki bhi, aisi koi wajah hoti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya khuda, kya khoob nazara hota ye bhi&lt;br /&gt;Ke meri jaan nikal jati aur meri jaan ki khata hoti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-3588278781579766525?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3588278781579766525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=3588278781579766525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Akkad Bakkad Bambey Bo</title><content type='html'>M:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vlans, ports, TCP, LACP, IP, gdb, networks, wires, routers, coding....Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...I wanna play gilli danda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chal aaja khelte hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;chal&lt;br /&gt;pehle meri baari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theek hai&lt;br /&gt;di...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chal maine gilli rakhi hole pe&lt;br /&gt;aur ye mara danda&lt;br /&gt;chal ja gilli uthane ja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab maar bhi de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maar diya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;abbe catch kar li maine&lt;br /&gt;chal hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;maine nahi khelna tere saath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chal bbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu to dhokhebaaz hai&lt;br /&gt;catch kahan ki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have a nice day ahead&lt;br /&gt;tc&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;chal gilli danda chor&lt;br /&gt;kanche khelte hain&lt;br /&gt;pil taka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbe main rules bhul gaya&lt;br /&gt;kanche ke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kya yaar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahut times se nahin khela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to patang udate hain chat pe jake&lt;br /&gt;ya fir patang lootne chalte hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chal ... magar yaar yahan pe buildings bahut badhi hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abe yaar&lt;br /&gt;to chal chor police khelte hain&lt;br /&gt;nahi to mitti ke ghar banaate hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haan theek hai ... main chup gaya&lt;br /&gt;ab aa dhoondhne&lt;br /&gt;abbe kya ho gaya jyada emotional kyon ho raha hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thik hai&lt;br /&gt;bed ke neeche dekh raha hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that days can't come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahi hai&lt;br /&gt;kya yaaaaaaaaaar&lt;br /&gt;i want them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no U turn in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get them back&lt;br /&gt;khoob paisa kamaunga&lt;br /&gt;fir bhade pe bachche khareedunga&lt;br /&gt;unke saath ye sab khelunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahi kama paya paisa to paida karunga saalon ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbe kya ho gaya ..... aaj masti karne ka mood ho raha hai&lt;br /&gt;aur kaam jyada hai kya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahi thik thak hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phir kya ho gaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chal tu school ka kaam kar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab cheezein online ho gayi hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main monu ke saath kanche khelne ja raha hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to life mein maza khatam ho raha hai&lt;br /&gt;theek hai .... khoob kanche kamana aaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saare jeet ke laaunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;best of luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thx&lt;br /&gt;sala kabhi ek rupye ke kanche lake 3-4 din khelte the&lt;br /&gt;ab sale hazaaron rupye ke shares ke saath 1 he din me khel lete hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab kitne ke aate hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barbaad ho gaye hain hum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;sahi hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want 1 Rs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbe this was best statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rehdi pe jaake chat khani hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this should be a quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haan yaar&lt;br /&gt;but we never used to think of making quotes&lt;br /&gt;we just used to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;we have changed&lt;br /&gt;and we have changed for the worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-8085555387210025221?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/8085555387210025221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=8085555387210025221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8085555387210025221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/8085555387210025221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/10/akkad-bakkad-bambey-bo.html' title='Akkad Bakkad Bambey Bo'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2030768597870098860</id><published>2007-09-30T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:12:26.071-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>The Longest Day of My Life</title><content type='html'>Posting it a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as my blog says, keep walking. Thats exactly what I did for most of the time out of last 30 hours. Richmond circle to chinnaswamy stadium, from stadium to brigade road, from brigade to cubbon park, from cubbon park to cunningham road, back from cunningham road to cubbon park, from cubbon park to Garuda mall, from Garuda to stadium again, from stadium to Garuda again, from Garuda to Forum, from Forum to BTM petrol pump, From petrol pump to park, from park to 11th main, from 11th main to bus stop, from bus stop to AXIS bank ATM, from ATM to park, from park to cricket ground, from cricket ground to Forum, from Forum to park and Finally from park to HOME. Overall i walked for more than 30 KMs. For most of the time it was boring. The most exciting parts were finding food and finding a place to sleep. For first few hours of this event I was in my normal life only. It was 6:00 PM, when the hungry bugs of my stomach started shouting, 'mondy murdabad', 'mondy murdabad'. But I couldn't do anything for them. Tried to find work earlier in the day but didn't find any. I was just walking and thinking. But rain started and walking had to be stopped. So I went to Garuda mall. I was in Garuda mall at 8:00 PM. And still hadn't decided on place to sleep. By now a little fear had started. I decided to sleep at the petrol pump in BTM. So I started moving towards BTM from Garuda mall. Distance was around 10 KMs. Legs didn't even have energy to shout, 'mondy murdabad'. But I just kept walking. After walking for an hour, I thought of taking some rest at a bus stop on the way. I was sitting there when a person came and gave me his bus pass. I think his journey for the day was over and that pass was of no use to him. My legs wanted to dance at such a happy surprise but gave up. I waited for at least half an hour but no bus came. So I started walking again. Stomach bugs were shouting all the way. Suddenly i saw some fireworks in the sky. Now was the time for stomach bugs to dance. Because that fireworks was the sign of some function happening somewhere near. I literally started running towards the fireworks. And soon reached at the function location. It was a gathering to give some prizes to local leaders kind of people. And there was nothing to eat there. But I saw that they were giving a basket of fruits with every prize to the leaders. But there was nothing for the public. There was a basket of fruits lying right at the end of the stage. It could easily be picked from behind the tent. So I decided to try. I went behind the tent and tried to enter from the bottom cut of the tent. But somebody had already picked that basket and they were presenting it to the IG of police this time. I ran from there. By now I had given up all the hopes of finding food. time was around 10:15. So I thought of reaching the petrol pump and sleep. I reached there at 11:00 PM. And saw that a guard was present there. And he wouldn't allow me to sleep there. This was shocking. Then I went to a bus stop and thought of sleeping there. But Dogs were looking dangerous around that place. I could have thought of sleeping in some park also but it was raining slowly slowly so i needed a roof. Then i thought of a park which had a small circular roof in the center. I went there. That place looked ok to me for sleeping. I laid down there and closed my eyes. But then I opened my eyes and looked around. The scene was scary. I was right at the center of a big big park. And there was grass, bushes all around me. And thought of a snake scared me a lot. But I had no where else to go. So I closed my eyes. But sleeping with such thoughts in mind was difficult. So I got up and Left that park. Again I went to petrol pump to see if the guard had slept or not. He was still awake. And this was the time when I thought of giving up and going to home. I started moving towards home. Reached home and saw that lights were on. Means my friends were still awake. But just before knocking on the door I thought of trying once again. So I again came back towards the petrol pump. This time I saw a place perfect for sleeping. It was Axis bank's ATM. So I went inside the ATM room and laid down there. Time was around 12:40 AM. At 1:00 Am a person came to withdraw money from the ATM. I was not sleeping yet. He saw me and kind of got scared. I also got scared a bit. But then I told him that I have lost the keys of my house and my friend will come tomorrow morning, so I am sleeping here. He just took the cash and went. After that I slept there till 4:15 AM. And then again people started coming to the ATM. So Now I got out and started walking again. Kept walking for an hour or so and then took some rest in the park. At 7:00 AM I went to cricket ground thinking that I might pass some time by playing cricket. But didn't have any courage left to play now. So I just watched people playing for some time. Now the most difficult part of the trip i.e sleeping, was over. So the next most important thing was food. So I started searching for work. Went to a construction site and asked for labor work. But didn't get it. So I went to a temple and ate a little prasad there. It was very very less but satiated  at least one stomach bug. Time was only 9:00 AM. So I went to Forum. Kept sitting there for an hour. Then came back to BTM. Went to the park and sat on a bench. Kept sitting there for 1 hour. Time now was 12:30 PM. A girl came and asked, "can i sit here?". I said "sure". For next one hour I talked with that girl. And then came back to home at 2:15 PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Learning from the whole thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My present life is like the life of a king&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-2030768597870098860?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2030768597870098860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=2030768597870098860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2030768597870098860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2030768597870098860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/09/longest-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Longest Day of My Life'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2475805674790818493</id><published>2007-09-28T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:44:22.281-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Some Motivation</title><content type='html'>So guys, tomorrow is the day when I am gonna live a different life for some time. Thought of writing something motivational. And this is what I have come up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====================================================&lt;br /&gt;Aaj baitha hai haath pe haath rakh ke&lt;br /&gt;Kal aaj ke waqt ka kya hisab dega&lt;br /&gt;Sun lega zamana to bahana bhi tera&lt;br /&gt;Tera aks jab poochega, to kya jawab dega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushkil hai bach pana, khwaabon ke khuda se&lt;br /&gt;Tu aankhen khuli bhi rakhega, vo fir bhi khwaab dega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyon rakhta hai ummeed, tu gairon se saath ki&lt;br /&gt;Kasam kha le ki aaj se, tu apna saath dega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahi rahegi kisi ko, koi shak ki gunjaaish&lt;br /&gt;Teri jeet ki khabar, jab aaftaab dega&lt;br /&gt;=====================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-2475805674790818493?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2475805674790818493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=2475805674790818493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2475805674790818493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2475805674790818493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-motivation.html' title='Some Motivation'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-3299417697715368545</id><published>2007-09-18T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T03:11:14.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Comfort</title><content type='html'>I am writing this post laying on a bed propped by three pillows. Wow!!! what a comfortable way of working in office. Comfort is what i think i have become slave of. I am getting up late these days, then sleeping in office also. Everything needed to survive is available within a radius of 10 meters from a bed. So much comfort is making me uncomfortable in a way. So while thinking all this a thought crossed my mind just a minute ago. What if I am in a city where nobody knows me, I don't have any place, money, credit card, debit card, mobile, nothing. What would I do? Where would I eat? Where would I sleep? I am waiting for an answer from myself but looks like it won't come. But I need the answer. So I have decided to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timings: 11:00 AM Saturday to 5:00 PM Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write my experience after that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like this post is very small. chalo thodi lambi karte hain :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================================&lt;br /&gt;Koi kehta hai kyon jahan me ekaant nahi hai&lt;br /&gt;Koi kehta hai kyon koi uske saath nahi hai&lt;br /&gt;Kisi ko hai shikayat apne haathon ki lakeeron se&lt;br /&gt;Aur koi kehta hai ki kyon uske haath nahi hain&lt;br /&gt;==================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-3299417697715368545?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3299417697715368545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-5635578789481045511</id><published>2007-08-29T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T05:51:59.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comedy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Shaayar on Fire</title><content type='html'>Ye shaayar bhi bade ajeeb hote hain&lt;br /&gt;Dimag ke ye thode gareeb hote hain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saari duniya ko to ye rulate he hain&lt;br /&gt;Inke shayer sun ke to khuda bhi ro sakta hai&lt;br /&gt;Inse hota nahi hai ched namakdani tak me&lt;br /&gt;Aur ye kehte hain ki aasmaan me bhi ched ho sakta hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe lagta hai ye kabhi nahate bhi nahi hain&lt;br /&gt;Tabhi to har shaayar apni mehbooba se juda he milta hai&lt;br /&gt;Inki chawanni gum ho jaaye to inko milti nahi hai&lt;br /&gt;Aur ye kehte hain ki dhoondne pe to khuda bhi milta hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inhone likha hai bahut tanhai pe&lt;br /&gt;Inhone likha hai bahut judaai pe&lt;br /&gt;Saale kaam dham kuch khud nahi karte&lt;br /&gt;Ilzaam laga dete hain khuda ki khudai pe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garmii-e-hasarat-e-naakaam-e-dil-e-nadan&lt;br /&gt;Aisi jaleel to inki bhaasha hoti hai&lt;br /&gt;Taaliyan to kuch ek ko he milti hain&lt;br /&gt;Jyadatar ko to jooton ki he asha hoti hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-5635578789481045511?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5635578789481045511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-9007822604353795909</id><published>2007-08-15T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T06:08:05.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotic'/><title type='text'>We Love India</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FGpFixDxYw/RsL6VfRUuqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/B6iFy2V3gSA/s1600-h/102_2213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FGpFixDxYw/RsL6VfRUuqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/B6iFy2V3gSA/s320/102_2213.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098912975215180450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-9007822604353795909?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/9007822604353795909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=9007822604353795909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/9007822604353795909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/9007822604353795909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-love-india.html' title='We Love India'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FGpFixDxYw/RsL6VfRUuqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/B6iFy2V3gSA/s72-c/102_2213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-5582908617799109422</id><published>2007-08-10T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:31.747-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Asli baat to ye hai ki tu zhakkas nahi :D</title><content type='html'>Mana ki aaj tu mere paas nahi&lt;br /&gt;Par ab gam ka mujhe koi ehsaas nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo behte the kabhi, lakh mana karne par bhi&lt;br /&gt;Aaj aankhon pe un ashkon ka libaas nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe to tadpaya tha tujhe pane ki ummeed ne&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe na pane ki tadap to kuch khas nahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main jaanta hoon ki bewafa tu nahi, meri taqdeer thi&lt;br /&gt;Zamana kuch bhi kahe, mujhe zamane pe vishwas nahi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-5582908617799109422?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5582908617799109422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=5582908617799109422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5582908617799109422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5582908617799109422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/08/asli-baat-to-ye-hai-ki-tu-zhakkas-nahi.html' title='Asli baat to ye hai ki tu zhakkas nahi :D'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2566551068826319544</id><published>2007-08-06T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:37:40.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Ummeed</title><content type='html'>Ummeed na thi khud ke itna badal jaane ki&lt;br /&gt;Itna gam milne ki, aur fir bhi sambhal jaane ki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagne lage hain vo khwaab aaj bujhe bujhe se&lt;br /&gt;Jinki aadat thi pal pal machal jaane ki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suna tha judaai ke pal bade lambe hote hain&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe to rehti nahi khabar, sham dhal jaane ki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayad ho gaya hoon main bhi bewafa teri tarah&lt;br /&gt;Aur wajah bhi kya hogi, aansuon ke tal jaane ki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-2566551068826319544?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2566551068826319544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=2566551068826319544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2566551068826319544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2566551068826319544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/08/ummeed.html' title='Ummeed'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2039744755277822313</id><published>2007-06-29T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:54:54.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Aaj Fir......</title><content type='html'>Aaj fir se dil ne ek kasam todi hai&lt;br /&gt;Aaj fir se unka  chehra hamen yaad aaya hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unki tasveer aayi ek haath ki kismat me&lt;br /&gt;Aur doosre ki kismat me jaam aaya hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samjhaya tha humne badi mushkil se dil ko&lt;br /&gt;Aaj dil ki samajhdari pe sawaal aaya hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dard-e-dil ki humko saza mili hai&lt;br /&gt;Unhe chahne ka hum par ilzaam aaya hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baras ke aaj mere zakhmon ko dho dalo&lt;br /&gt;Ye aankhon ke paas dil ka paigaam aaya hai&lt;div 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Fir......'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-4581807475650610443</id><published>2007-06-26T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:31.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A Pending Decision &amp; Tadap</title><content type='html'>A doctor (eye specialist from Wockhardt) gave me wrong prescription and that has resulted in a loss of 900 Rs. for me (in the form of wrong specs). Fortunately no health problem. Now I have two options. One is to pay another 200-300 Rs. to some other doctor and prove the first one wrong in consumer court. Another option is to use the free prescription of optician to get new specs and forget the loss of money. &lt;br /&gt;                First option looks tough and second one looks easy. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;For the time being its very tough to write this blog. So choosing an easy option of shaayri. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=============================================================&lt;br /&gt;Tadapta hai ye dil, teri yaadon me&lt;br /&gt;Sukoon milta hai tere khwaabon se&lt;br /&gt;Darta tha main duniya ki rasmon se&lt;br /&gt;Par raahat mil jaati thi teri kasmon se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab to teri he yaadon me din guzar jaata hai&lt;br /&gt;To kya hua, jo har pal, kuch saalon ke liye thehar jaata hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasam hai mujhe har pal ki jisme maine tujhe yaad kiya&lt;br /&gt;Kasam hai teri har kasam ki jisne mujhe barbaad kiya&lt;br /&gt;Marne ke baad bhi tujhe yaad aaunga&lt;br /&gt;Tadpa hoon jaise main teri yaadon me&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe bhi yaadon se tadpaaunga &lt;br /&gt;=============================================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-4581807475650610443?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4581807475650610443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=4581807475650610443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4581807475650610443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4581807475650610443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/06/pending-decision-tadap.html' title='A Pending Decision &amp; Tadap'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-524286453058998026</id><published>2007-06-21T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:41:06.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Ek Aur .........</title><content type='html'>Tere pyar ke nashe me, pagal main ho raha hoon&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe chahta tha paana, khud ko he kho raha hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tera pyar hai ke mujhko, sone bhi nahi deta&lt;br /&gt;Jaagoon main chain se, ye hone bhi nahi deta&lt;br /&gt;Teri chahton ke sapne, har pal sanjo raha hoon&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe chahta tha paana, khud ko he kho raha hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samjhi nahi tu meri, aankhon ki dastaan ko&lt;br /&gt;Aur sun na paaya rab bhi, mere dil ki is dua ko&lt;br /&gt;Jag has raha hai mujhpe, lekin main ro raha hoon&lt;br /&gt;Tujhe chahta tha paana, khud ko he kho raha hoon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-524286453058998026?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/524286453058998026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=524286453058998026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/524286453058998026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/524286453058998026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/06/ek-aur.html' title='Ek Aur .........'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-3873208452102801005</id><published>2007-06-14T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:38:34.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Yaad</title><content type='html'>Ho sakta hai ki mera chehra tere sapno me aaya na ho!&lt;br /&gt;Ye bhi ho sakta hai ki mere aansuon ne tujhe rulaya na ho!&lt;br /&gt;Par ye kaise ho sakta hai, ki maine tujhe yaad kiya,&lt;br /&gt;Aur tere dil ne tujhe bataya na ho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-3873208452102801005?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3873208452102801005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=3873208452102801005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/3873208452102801005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/3873208452102801005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/06/yaad.html' title='Yaad'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-7610098943117362661</id><published>2007-06-14T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T03:26:49.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultra short stories'/><title type='text'>Paisa</title><content type='html'>He said to the mentally challenged kid, "Every time you eat with a spoon, I will give you one quarter". She replied, "But what I'll do with that quarter?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-7610098943117362661?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7610098943117362661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=7610098943117362661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/7610098943117362661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/7610098943117362661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/06/paisa.html' title='Paisa'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-1718768431828036694</id><published>2007-06-09T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:31.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><title type='text'>Is Raat Ki Subah Nahi</title><content type='html'>It was 11 PM and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;mehfil &lt;/span&gt;was in high spirits. Everybody was saying something that nobody was listening. Suddenly a word came from nowhere, "food". I don't know who spoke but everybody heard this word. There was nothing to eat at home. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pizza hut&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dominos&lt;/span&gt;, refused to deliver. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mirch Masala&lt;/span&gt; got trapped in the emotional plot set by five hungry souls. He agreed to keep his restaurant open for another fifteen minutes. We went and brought the food. Before we could start eating everybody heard one sentence, "Lets go for jogging". I think I spoke it. Everybody ignored it except Deswal. He is always ready to run. His love for running had instigated a joke also, "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Deswal pe bhooton ka saaya hai. unse bachne ke liye vo bhagta rehta hai&lt;/span&gt;". Anywayz, we thought of increasing our spirits a little more before going for jogging. But in the process of increasing our spirits, we forgot about jogging. And we were about to start eating but before we could eat I heard one more word, "check in". I am sure nobody spoke it, but I heard. I checked my email and saw that I had screwed up something in the code just a few hours before the official release. Man, it was shocking. It killed me. Time was 12. Thought of calling up my manager but that would look ridiculous. But something had to be done. What could it be. Nothing!!! Nothing at all was coming in my mind. "Deswal, Lets go for jogging", I said. Time was 12:30 or 1. We tied our shoe laces and left for jogging. And just when I thought that things couldn't get worse, they did. On the way to the field, Deswal said, "We will run at least four rounds". When spirits are high, be careful before speaking anything. But Spoken words could not be taken back. So running four rounds was necessary now. But we gave some relaxation to this promise and made falling on the ground legal. We ran four rounds without falling. Called Gogi to take us home. Gogi found us sitting on the road near water tank. Came back home and finally we ate. I had completely forgotten about the blunder that I had done in the code. The further story is too boring to be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes solution to a problem is running away from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-1718768431828036694?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1718768431828036694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=1718768431828036694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/1718768431828036694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/1718768431828036694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-raat-ki-subah-nahi.html' title='Is Raat Ki Subah Nahi'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-3236827128050874568</id><published>2007-05-31T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:15:12.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><title type='text'>Koi Navee Taazi?</title><content type='html'>People call me up and say 'whats up'....generally my answer is 'not much'. Even if I am talking to a friend after lives 'aur' word starts dominating every other word in the conversation very soon. 'aur koi navee taazi? aur suna. aur fir.' I have nothing to talk about. And I have nothing to write about also. Thats the reason I was away from blogging for long time. But it doesn't mean that I don't feel anything anymore. I feel, but writing or talking about it makes it redundant. I know I should change a bit and start taking interest in sharing about happenings in life. I am trying my best. And here also I am trying to do that only. So bring a cup of tea or coffee because this post is gonna be really really long. I don't know at this point what I am going to write but I will write for sure. I am gonna tell you that my favorite t-shirt was torn when I tried to cross a fence in army style. I am gonna tell you that somebody has stolen my favorite jeans. thank God, I wasn't wearing it at that time. I am gonna tell you that I am back in form in cricket. Winning all the games that I am playing and took a hat trick also recently. I am gonna tell you that Sarao is in Bangalore and he is asli. According to him Lenovo T60 can be put in a bucket of water safely. According to him Rice is not appropriate for humans. According to him watched kettle doesn't boil. And according to him C is any time better than java. I am gonna tell you that Gogi is also in town. He sings while sleeping also. I am gonna tell you that Deswal is at his best these days. According to him humans don't need to sleep at all. Thank God, we don't need to listen to his lectures on disadvantages of sleeping for long because he keeps sleeping for most of the time. I am gonna tell you that I am fighting with obesity these days. So going for jogging at least once in a week. I am gonna tell you that there are a lot of bed-bugs in my bed and they like the taste of my blood. Cockroaches haven't attacked for a long time. I think they are making some strategy. I am gonna tell you that our kaamwali has finally finished her graduation in MMM (Man Marzi Meri). I am gonna tell you that Anchit, who could fool anybody on earth, has been fooled by somebody and now he is aggressive in making others fool. So beware of him. Mohit's profits from same foolishness are doubling every week. Both have joined some network marketing shit. I am gonna tell you that Bheja fry is a good movie. I am gonna tell you that I have been taking bath daily for last two months (except today). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for guys? I lied about this post being long. I have already told you all these things. Aap sunaaiye, koi navee taazi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-3236827128050874568?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3236827128050874568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=3236827128050874568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/3236827128050874568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/3236827128050874568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/koi-navee-taazi.html' title='Koi Navee Taazi?'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-3718802980406154096</id><published>2007-05-22T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:43:14.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><title type='text'>Makkad Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FGpFixDxYw/RlPF54I6iHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KjKeps74zNc/s1600-h/makkadman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FGpFixDxYw/RlPF54I6iHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KjKeps74zNc/s320/makkadman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067611603834931314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This makkad man is really hilarious. Have a look &lt;a href="http://www.makkadman.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-3718802980406154096?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3718802980406154096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=3718802980406154096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/3718802980406154096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/3718802980406154096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/makkad-man.html' title='Makkad Man'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5FGpFixDxYw/RlPF54I6iHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KjKeps74zNc/s72-c/makkadman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-7519272729330303628</id><published>2007-05-15T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T01:32:54.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think'/><title type='text'>Muzrim Kaun? - 2</title><content type='html'>I heard a story long back. Two guys were sitting in their room and watching TV. Lets say their names were &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pinku &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tinku&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pinku &lt;/span&gt;was waiting for this program for weeks. And he didn't want to miss anything from it. Suddenly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tinku&lt;/span&gt;'s mobile rings. It is his manager from office who wants some very critical information from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tinku&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tinku &lt;/span&gt;can't ask him to call later. So he picks up the call. Now as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tinku &lt;/span&gt;is talking on the phone, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pinku &lt;/span&gt;is not able to hear the TV properly. So he increases the volume a little bit. Because of increased volume &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tinku &lt;/span&gt;can't hear his manager properly, so he starts speaking at higher tone. It again disturbs &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pinku &lt;/span&gt;and he increases the volume further. It keeps on happening like this and at a moment TV's volume goes to full. And their old neighbor Mr. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kamzor lal&lt;/span&gt; dies of sudden heart attack because of this increased volume. Whose mistake is this? I Don't Know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-7519272729330303628?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7519272729330303628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=7519272729330303628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/7519272729330303628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/7519272729330303628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/muzrim-kaun-2.html' title='Muzrim Kaun? - 2'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2885294255284765112</id><published>2007-05-15T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:16:56.746-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think'/><title type='text'>Muzrim Kaun? - 1</title><content type='html'>A &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba &lt;/span&gt;impresses people with his thoughts and more than 30 million people start following him. He must be talented to make such a huge crowd follow him. He becomes God for his followers. And others, who do not follow him, call him a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dhongi&lt;/span&gt;. There might be some who don't care at all. But what is his motive behind it, nobody knows. Whatever is his motive, he hasn't done anything wrong till now. A lot of people quit bad habits because of him. He enjoys giving &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;upadesh &lt;/span&gt;to so many people, he enjoys being called God, Let him enjoy, let him enjoy as long as he is not doing anything wrong. No No wait!!! 'WRONG'..Who defines what is wrong and what is right. It is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;JANTA &lt;/span&gt;only. So basically all the people who follow this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba &lt;/span&gt;take his &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;upadesh &lt;/span&gt;as right and others take it as wrong. Followers are of two types. one: who follow this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba &lt;/span&gt;silently. And enjoy listening to him, enjoy following his thoughts. two: Those who want to tell the world that they follow this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;. They want to prove to the world that they are the best among all the followers of this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;. They blindly believe that whatever &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba &lt;/span&gt;says is right. They are ready to die for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;. They enjoy dying for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;, let them do it. Thats not a problem. But the problem is that they are ready to kill for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;. They want to show the world that they don't care about themselves. Thats the problem with vanity. If somebody doesn't show off. He shows off that he doesn't show off. If somebody is good at something, sooner or later he comes to know about this and that makes him bad. Anyways, so we were talking about followers. Second type of followers are very dangerous. They keep looking for issues to do something for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;. And their urge to do something combined with a small mistake from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba &lt;/span&gt;creates waves. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baba &lt;/span&gt;forgets that there are more than 30 million people in this world. He forgets the responsibility that came with his position. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Baba &lt;/span&gt;does something that hurts the feelings of some other religious group (basically &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ek aur baba&lt;/span&gt;). Remember that second kind of followers I talked about, These followers are present in that other group also. And they are always looking for issues to prove that they are the best followers. After that what happens we all know. We hear in news that a lot of innocent people died in riots and all that. But who should be blamed, I really don't know. &lt;br /&gt;It is wrong to hurt the feelings of anybody so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;baba &lt;/span&gt;did a mistake here. But it is very very wrong  to notice it and make it an issue. And the most depressing fact is that even educated people are involved in this kind of things.&lt;br /&gt;What is the solution?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-2885294255284765112?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2885294255284765112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=2885294255284765112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2885294255284765112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2885294255284765112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/muzrim-kaun.html' title='Muzrim Kaun? - 1'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-7753390831909204711</id><published>2007-05-14T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T05:09:55.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>They Just Can't Live Without Me</title><content type='html'>They are coming after me. &lt;a href="http://www.alcatel-lucent.com/wps/portal/!ut/p/kcxml/04_Sj9SPykssy0xPLMnMz0vM0Y_QjzKLd4x3tXDUL8h2VAQAURh_Yw!!?LMSG_CABINET=Docs_and_Resource_Ctr&amp;LMSG_CONTENT_FILE=News_Releases_2007/News_Article_000290"&gt;Read Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I happy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-7753390831909204711?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7753390831909204711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=7753390831909204711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/7753390831909204711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/7753390831909204711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/they-just-cant-live-without-me.html' title='They Just Can&apos;t Live Without Me'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-3482345720097741040</id><published>2007-05-12T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T01:46:59.620-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><title type='text'>Rocky</title><content type='html'>Rocky was my dog and my best friend. &lt;br /&gt;It was two in the morning and some sounds woke me up. Something was not normal. Something was definitely wrong. I came out and saw that my father was standing near Rocky. Rocky was dying, my father's eyes told me before he spoke this. But it was totally unexpected. Doctor had given him an injection that evening and told that he would be fine by next morning. But he was going. I called my mother and sisters also. My mother put some water on his tongue. He looked at all of us for one last time and gave up. He was just waiting to see all of us before going. His body became motionless, right there in front of my eyes. My constant companion who had provided me with so pure, innocent and unconditional love had gone. Something inside me had died. God was at his worst for me. I cried in the arms of my mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him in my dream yesterday after a long long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-3482345720097741040?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/3482345720097741040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=3482345720097741040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/3482345720097741040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/3482345720097741040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/rocky.html' title='Rocky'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-6575458410700851861</id><published>2007-05-09T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T21:59:02.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><title type='text'>Dravid Dravid</title><content type='html'>India is again playing today and I am again following the score. I just can't ignore it. Bangladesh is doing well. They are 34/0 in 7 overs at the moment. Oh, you guys don't like cricket now. May be you will like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dravid Dravid&lt;br /&gt;yes papa&lt;br /&gt;Losing again&lt;br /&gt;No papa&lt;br /&gt;Telling lie&lt;br /&gt;No papa&lt;br /&gt;Whats the score&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha Ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-6575458410700851861?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6575458410700851861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=6575458410700851861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/6575458410700851861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/6575458410700851861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/dravid-dravid.html' title='Dravid Dravid'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-7422521644018751792</id><published>2007-05-07T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T08:52:19.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think'/><title type='text'>Blogger's Happiness</title><content type='html'>I don't have much experience in writing blogs and I know I write shit. But comments on my blog always excite me. And then it doesn't matter whether it is 'takle aam' or 'you rock'. I have a feeling now that every blogger loves to see comments. Its difficult to  continue writing without receiving comments. I express my sincere apologies to all those bloggers whose blog I have visited but not written comments. And all those visitors of my blog who have never written any comment here, either say sorry now or slap yourself across the face thrice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-7422521644018751792?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/7422521644018751792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=7422521644018751792' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/7422521644018751792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/7422521644018751792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/bloggers-happiness.html' title='Blogger&apos;s Happiness'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-4841272212409879473</id><published>2007-05-06T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:53.339-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Aaj Mausam....</title><content type='html'>Hamara naam kuch is kadar badnaam nikla!&lt;br /&gt;Ki hamare naam pe ek maikhane ka naam nikla!!&lt;br /&gt;Yun to chod dete hum kab ke is sharab ko!&lt;br /&gt;Par kabhi sanam to kabhi mausam beimaan nikla!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-4841272212409879473?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4841272212409879473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=4841272212409879473' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4841272212409879473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4841272212409879473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/aaj-mausam.html' title='Aaj Mausam....'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-1763259300404414680</id><published>2007-05-03T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:25:47.216-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>A Weird Feeling</title><content type='html'>Ever felt like giving up everything and running away...somewhere where nobody knows you...and never come back? Don't know what triggers this feeling but it comes at times. And when you see at individual issues in life, everything seems to be in place. But the good thing is that this kind of feelings are generally very short lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this at times and last week when I was at home I thought of discussing it with my younger sister, I asked her a question, "Agar main bangalore me company change kar loon, apna address change kar loon aur apna phone no. bhi change kar loon. Aur tum sab ko na bataaun. To kya karoge tum?". I expected that she wouldn't answer and would just stare at me with a mixed expression of anger and smile. She did this but she answered also. She said, "Dekh veere, hum tujhe dhoond to lenge he kisi tarah. Aur jis din tu mil gaya na, tujhe itna peetenge, itna peetenge ki fir tu kabhi aisa karne ki sochega bhi nahi.". She kept staring at me for some time with the same expressions while I was laughing my heart out. And finally she also started laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-1763259300404414680?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1763259300404414680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=1763259300404414680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/1763259300404414680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/1763259300404414680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/weird-feeling.html' title='A Weird Feeling'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2871726311503053748</id><published>2007-05-03T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:53.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Ek Aur Bakwaas</title><content type='html'>You are living in my heart!&lt;br /&gt;Touching its deepest part!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your memories, every second seems like a year!&lt;br /&gt;Pain of this heart is now difficult to bear!!&lt;br /&gt;If I am unable to get you, what will happen, God knows!&lt;br /&gt;Happiness of getting you is also a big fear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a moon or star and touch the skies!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be a tear and live in your eyes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Wrote 4 years ago for don't remember 3rd or 4th crush. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-2871726311503053748?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2871726311503053748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=2871726311503053748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2871726311503053748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2871726311503053748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/05/ek-aur-bakwaas.html' title='Ek Aur Bakwaas'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-5485887010370561137</id><published>2007-04-18T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:48:18.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Hum Ghar Ja Raha Hoon</title><content type='html'>Finally I am going home tomorrow. I am dying to see my new house. Had a dream yesterday  but could not visualize it properly. The structure of old house kept coming back to my view. It was shocking but I know it was just a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things are going to happen in next few days and most rememberable is going to be the day when we will enter the new house. I can well imagine myself sitting in front of fire along with my family and some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pandit&lt;/span&gt; will be speaking something which none of us will understand. We will be having something in our hands which we will keep throwing in fire on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;pandit&lt;/span&gt;'s directions. It will be called '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Muhurat&lt;/span&gt;' for the new house. It is logicless but it gives a good feeling at times like this. Some close relatives will be invited for the occasion and that is going to be the best part of it. I'll happen to meet all of them at once. Everybody will be praising the house no matter whether they actually like it or not. My parents will be boasting about even the minute details that they have taken care of in the construction of the house. After enough of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;talking shalking&lt;/span&gt; guests will start leaving, saying that they have some urgent work. Guests never say that they aren't enjoying anymore when leaving.....Bas yaar, I am not enjoying writing this anymore and I am sure you are not enjoying reading anymore So let's end it here.&lt;br /&gt;Bas ab hum ja raha hoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-5485887010370561137?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5485887010370561137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=5485887010370561137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5485887010370561137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5485887010370561137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/04/hum-ghar-ja-raha-hoon.html' title='Hum Ghar Ja Raha Hoon'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-1998382022371865732</id><published>2007-04-18T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:53:36.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think'/><title type='text'>Gumshuda Ki Talaash</title><content type='html'>Two youths (brother and sister) are missing from our country. Name of brother is truth and name of sister is honesty. Truth is always afraid of something. Lie has slapped him many times, so you can see the marks on his cheeks. His sister honesty is wearing a dress made of social respect and values. They both were seen at the time of independence last time. If these two see this message themselves, they are requested to come back to their home India as soon as possible. Whole family is in bad state. The name of person who sends them home will be kept secret from the leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Bhagwant Maan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-1998382022371865732?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1998382022371865732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=1998382022371865732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/1998382022371865732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/1998382022371865732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/04/gumshuda-ki-talaash.html' title='Gumshuda Ki Talaash'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-5405685636203156316</id><published>2007-04-17T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:49:37.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Namesake</title><content type='html'>The Namesake is an excellent book. The beauty of the words keeps the pages turning. Its the story of a family trying to make peace with their divided attachment to India and America. It beautifully speaks about the clash of generations and cultures together. Its the story of some characters who are not fully expressive in words but their thinking has been caught by the author. Ashoke Ganguli names his son "Gogol", after an old Russian author. The reasons are complicated and emotional. They involve an accident that almost killed Ashoke. Gogol always feels embarrassed about his name. And Ashoke always struggles to tell the reasons to his son. And finally when he tells him the story, it makes an impact on Gogol. He had already changed his name. Inner thoughts of Gogol are the vehicle for the whole journey of the book. Its a must read novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Will see the movie this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-5405685636203156316?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5405685636203156316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=5405685636203156316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5405685636203156316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5405685636203156316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/04/namesake.html' title='The Namesake'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-6777369357638788814</id><published>2007-04-13T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:54:00.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Accident ++ ;</title><content type='html'>It was raining in Bangalore after a long time and I was driving my scooter at a decent speed. As usual the traffic was heavy. Bangalorians (including me) had no practice of driving on wet roads for last 4-5 months. suddenly the bike going ahead of me skidded and before I could realize what had happened my scooter also skidded. And I was still in motion when I saw some 7-8 more bikes coming behind me. And the strange thing was that I didn't see any rider on them. It was only after I came to a halt when I realized  that riders of those bikes were also coming after the bikes, sliding on the road. And the funniest thing was that I was still on the road when this thing came to my mind that I will write a blog on this episode if I get alive out of it. But then I thought this blog is gonna be too small. Because there wasn't much to write. The moment I thought this, 4-5 bikes skidded on the other side of the road. Almost everybody present there was lying on the road. Everybody was surprised what had happened. I checked myself and apart from a small scratch on my leg, I was alright. Nobody was seriously injured. I stood up and started finding all the parts of my scooter. Assembled all of them and tried to start it. But it wouldn't start. I dragged it for some 1 KM and tried again. This time it started but the only problem was that I had to face north-east to go to north. But that was not a problem, I have quite good experience in that from my previous accidents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-6777369357638788814?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6777369357638788814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=6777369357638788814' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/6777369357638788814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/6777369357638788814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/04/accident.html' title='Accident ++ ;'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2979048200456229985</id><published>2007-04-10T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:34:53.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Drinker Vs Non Drinker</title><content type='html'>Drinker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhool jaaoge har gam, Ye mashwara aazma kar to dekho&lt;br /&gt;Maikhane me ek baar aa kar to dekho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suroor me aaoge to nachoge aur gaaoge&lt;br /&gt;Sharab ko labon se laga kar to dekho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sham tumhe khuda ka tohfa lagegi&lt;br /&gt;Kisi sham ek mehfil saza kar to dekho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil nahi karega fir hosh me aane ka&lt;br /&gt;Ek baar zara hosh ko uda kar to dekho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non Drinker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chup kar oye bevde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-2979048200456229985?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2979048200456229985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=2979048200456229985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2979048200456229985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2979048200456229985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/04/drinker-vs-non-drinker.html' title='Drinker Vs Non Drinker'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-6300038208421115049</id><published>2007-04-10T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:49:59.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Catcher in The Rye</title><content type='html'>The main character Holden, a sixteen year old boy, is expelled from the school and he is supposed to go home on Wednesday but he leaves the school 3 days before that and goes to New York where he meets a lot of people he hates. Actually he hates everybody in this world except his younger sister Phoebe. It sometimes gives a feeling of negativity in the book but the way incidents have been described is really catchy. The words like phony, corny are used in almost every other line, which at times annoyed me also. There is no particular message in the book but some hidden truths have been lightened up. For example when Holden is watching a movie which is kind of sentimental and he sees that the lady sitting next to him is crying. He says, "Generally when people see someone crying over a movie or something, they think them as very kind hearted but nine out of ten times they are not. This lady has a child who keeps asking her to go to bathroom with him but she doesn't go and asks him to behave himself. Is she kind hearted?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All in all I would say, I enjoyed the book but not everybody can enjoy it. And think twice before you read it. You might find it phony. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-6300038208421115049?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6300038208421115049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=6300038208421115049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/6300038208421115049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/6300038208421115049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/04/catcher-in-rye.html' title='The Catcher in The Rye'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-4970323055303023757</id><published>2007-04-07T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:54:54.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experience'/><title type='text'>Nothing is better than Aaloo ke paranthe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FGpFixDxYw/RhiIk3DQh_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qJPdXg3gok8/s1600-h/DSC04092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FGpFixDxYw/RhiIk3DQh_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qJPdXg3gok8/s320/DSC04092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050937148930295794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           &lt;center&gt;Happy and contented people&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-4970323055303023757?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4970323055303023757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=4970323055303023757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4970323055303023757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4970323055303023757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothing-is-better-than-aaloo-ke.html' title='Nothing is better than Aaloo ke paranthe'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5FGpFixDxYw/RhiIk3DQh_I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qJPdXg3gok8/s72-c/DSC04092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-42534048424087782</id><published>2007-04-05T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:55:08.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Dream Vs Dreamer</title><content type='html'>DREAM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main sapna teri aankhon ka, Mujhe paana bada mushkil hai !&lt;br /&gt;Dil toda maine laakhon ka, Mujhe paana bada mushkil hai !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bin bulaaye chala aata hoon !&lt;br /&gt;Aur aankhon me bas jaata hoon !&lt;br /&gt;Kuch pal to main hasaata hoon !&lt;br /&gt;Fir toot ke rulaata hoon !&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe paane ka saahas, Dikhana bada mushkil hai !&lt;br /&gt;Main sapna teri aankhon ka, Mujhe paana bada mushkil hai !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuch log mujhe aankhon se dil me leke jaate hain !&lt;br /&gt;Kuch log mujhe paane ki hazaaron kasme khate hain !&lt;br /&gt;Kuch log to darte hain meri jhalak paane se !&lt;br /&gt;Kuch log meri chahat me deewane bhi ho jaate hain !&lt;br /&gt;Mujhse kiye vaade ko, Nibhana bada mushkil hai !&lt;br /&gt;Main sapna teri aankhon ka, Mujhe paana bada mushkil hai !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DREAMER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abe tujhe paana mushkil he hai, naamumkin to nahi. Fir tu DON ki tarah uchchal kyon raha hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-42534048424087782?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/42534048424087782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=42534048424087782' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/42534048424087782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/42534048424087782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/04/dream-vs-dreamer.html' title='Dream Vs Dreamer'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-51397149293384905</id><published>2007-04-04T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:55:25.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking. Do, every day, something no one else would be silly enough to do. It is bad for the mind to be always part of unanimity.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                  - Christopher Morley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-51397149293384905?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/51397149293384905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=51397149293384905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/51397149293384905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/51397149293384905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/04/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-6654814375538267809</id><published>2007-04-02T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:56:08.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><title type='text'>A Confession</title><content type='html'>It's time for a confession. I don't want to live in Bangalore. I am missing my home. I am not a happy person. I get disappointed every morning when I see myself waking up at a place different from my dreams. Some of my friends say that its not the place, its my thinking that is coming in way of my happiness. They say that I won't be happy for long even if I go close to home. But then which other desires when fulfilled have given happiness for long. Every goal once achieved becomes past very soon. But that doesn't mean that we shall stop trying to achieve them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-6654814375538267809?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/6654814375538267809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=6654814375538267809' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/6654814375538267809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/6654814375538267809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/04/confession.html' title='A Confession'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-1280359584047371318</id><published>2007-03-29T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:58:37.083-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think'/><title type='text'>Prisoner's dilemma</title><content type='html'>Police have arrested two suspects but they don't have sufficient evidence for conviction. They separate both of them and offer them a deal. if one gives Evidence against the other and the other remains silent, the silent accomplice receives the full 10-year sentence and the betrayer goes free. If both stay silent, the police can only give both prisoners 6 months for a minor charge. If both betray each other, they receive a 2-year sentence each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if both of them are selfish, they will try to minimize their own jail terms. Each prisoner can either cooperate with his accomplice and stay quite or betray his accomplice and give evidence. The outcome of each choice depends on the choice of the accomplice. However, neither prisoner knows the choice of his accomplice. Even if they were able to talk to each other, neither could be sure that they could trust the other Now put yourself in the shoes of one prisoner and think what would you do? If your partner stays quite, your best move is to betray as it will make you free. If your partner betrays you, still your best move is to betray as it will put you in jail for lesser period than staying silent. Same is gonna be the thinking of other prisoner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, in a game of PD played only once by two rational players both will betray each other and the world will become a place for monsters. Betrayal is their only rational choice. However, if only they could arrive at a conspiracy, if only they could be sure that the other player would not betray, they would both have stayed silent and achieved a better result. But selfishness doesn't allow such conspiracy. This treacherous quality of the deceptively simple game has made it one of the most popular examples of game theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If reasoned from the perspective of the optimal interest of the group (of two prisoners), the correct outcome would be for both prisoners to cooperate with each other, as this would reduce the total jail time served by the group to one year total. Any other decision would be worse for the two prisoners considered together. However by each following their selfish interests, the two prisoners each receive a&lt;br /&gt;lengthy sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our day-to-day lives, we are the prisoners who betray. We generally think, "I alone can't make any difference". We betray when we don't vote excusing ourselves by saying, "one vote can't make a difference". We betray when we pollute our cities and say, "Oh, of course I'm very concerned but there's nothing one person can do". We betray when we cross a red light. We betray when we waste water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATER!!! Yaar, We shouldn't waste water at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-1280359584047371318?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/1280359584047371318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=1280359584047371318' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/1280359584047371318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/1280359584047371318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/03/prisoners-dilemma.html' title='Prisoner&apos;s dilemma'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-231721892681595706</id><published>2007-03-26T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:59:10.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad'/><title type='text'>Hu Ha India, Gaya India</title><content type='html'>Indian team is certainly better than Bangladesh and Ireland. But the beauty of the game has thrown it out of the tournament where Bangladesh and Ireland are still in. Its the same beauty which brought the world cup in India a few years ago. Indian cricket fans are very upset at this and so are the investors who have lost their money. But I like Dravid's statement that "Nobody is as upset as the players themselves". And Dravid is absolutely right in saying so because I saw a lot of fans on the roads, burning the posters of team, trying to display their anger. I saw them on the TV. I could see many of them laughing in the process. I am sure many of them would have asked their family members to stay in front of TV because they were going to make their first ever appearance on TV. I could see the ecstasy in the eyes of news reporters for covering such events. I can well imagine the retakes that they might have taken to make these events look good. But the only place where I saw genuine sorrow was the eyes of the players.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-231721892681595706?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/231721892681595706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=231721892681595706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/231721892681595706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/231721892681595706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/03/hu-ha-india-gaya-india.html' title='Hu Ha India, Gaya India'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-4173681838166725729</id><published>2007-03-23T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:00:14.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patriotic'/><title type='text'>Sarfaroshi Ki Tamanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bc/Bhagat21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bc/Bhagat21.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd-March 1931&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bhagat Singh, Rajguru and Sukhdev embrace the gallows during the Indian struggle for independence. Their request to be shot by a firing squad is refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karta nahin kyun doosra kuch baat-cheet&lt;br /&gt;Dekhta hun main jise woh chup teri mehfil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere oopar nisaar&lt;br /&gt;Ab teri himmat ka charcha ghair ki mehfil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waqt aanay dey bata denge tujhe aye aasman&lt;br /&gt;Hum abhi se kya batayen kya hamare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Khainch kar layee hai sab ko qatl hone ki ummeed&lt;br /&gt;Aashiqon ka aaj jumghat koocha-e-qaatil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai liye hathiyaar dushman taak mein baitha udhar&lt;br /&gt;Aur hum taiyyaar hain seena liye apna idhar&lt;br /&gt;Khoon se khelenge holi gar vatan muskhil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haath jin mein ho junoon katt te nahi talvaar se&lt;br /&gt;Sar jo uth jaate hain voh jhukte nahi lalkaar se&lt;br /&gt;Aur bhadkega jo shola-sa humaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hum to ghar se nikle hi the baandhkar sar pe kafan&lt;br /&gt;Jaan hatheli par liye lo bhar chale hain ye qadam&lt;br /&gt;Zindagi to apni mehmaan maut ki mehfil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuun khadaa maqtal mein qaatil kah rahaa hai baar baar&lt;br /&gt;Kya tamannaa-e-shahaadat bhi kisee ke dil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;Dil mein tuufaanon ki toli aur nason mein inqilaab&lt;br /&gt;Hosh dushman ke udaa denge humein roko na aaj&lt;br /&gt;Duur reh paaye jo humse dam kahaan manzil mein hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai.&lt;br /&gt;Dekhna hai zor kitna baazuay qaatil mein hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The aim of life is no more to control the mind, but to develop it harmoniously; not to achieve salvation here after, but to make the best use of it here below; and not to realise truth, beauty and good only in contemplation, but also in the actual experience of daily life; social progress depends not upon the ennoblement of the few but on the enrichment of democracy; universal brotherhood can be achieved only when there is an equality of opportunity - of opportunity in the social, political and individual life." — from Bhagat Singh's prison diary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-4173681838166725729?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/4173681838166725729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=4173681838166725729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4173681838166725729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/4173681838166725729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/03/sarfaroshi-ki-tamanna.html' title='Sarfaroshi Ki Tamanna'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-5811142493552940771</id><published>2007-03-21T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:01:25.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>Nobody likes to take advice that he hasn't asked for. But everybody likes to give advice which nobody has asked them for. People take advice only from those who they feel are superior to them. How can you take advice from somebody whom you haven't told everything about yourself? How can somebody else know you better than you know yourself? Ideas can be given, thoughts can be exchanged but advice is different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-5811142493552940771?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5811142493552940771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=5811142493552940771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5811142493552940771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5811142493552940771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/03/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-5545916759682156941</id><published>2007-03-20T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:01:25.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><title type='text'>Expert Comments</title><content type='html'>"They shouldn't do this", "Sehwag should not play", "Sachin should open the inning" there are thousands of such comments we come across. Some from the formar players, some from team management, and some from our colleagues also. Sometimes these comments can be destructive. For example Sunil Gavaskar commented on the way Aussies behave on the field and after that Ponting commenting on Gavaskar's way of playing. These kind of things are very common these days. Everybody seems to have forgotton the Mahatma Gandhi's "upadesh". i. e "Think before you speak". Having an opinion is not wrong. But calculation of consequences is must before making it public because a closed mouth attracts less number of legs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-5545916759682156941?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5545916759682156941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=5545916759682156941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5545916759682156941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5545916759682156941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/03/expert-comments.html' title='Expert Comments'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-5846893445958043912</id><published>2007-03-13T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:50:21.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>To kill a mockingbird</title><content type='html'>"Shoot at all the blue jays you want but remember, it's a sin to kill a mockingbird" because they don't do anything but sing theire heart out for us. A strong phrase using a few simple words. This book tells you an inspirational story from the eyes and words of a 9 year old girl Jean Louis Finch, aka Scout. The sequence of events happens during a time when racial abuse is quite prominent in Maycomb, Alabama. Many things happen over the span of the book. There is a little of everything in this book including suspense, romance, death, and action. The story is so beautifully told that you will be able to easily visualize most of the characters and even the buildings. &lt;br /&gt;                              Scout hates school but loves to read. She likes the company of her brother Jem, and their friend Dill. Atticus, Scout's and Jem's father is a lawyer who loves his children and wants to teach them the lessons of life beautifully. There is a character Boo Radley. Whom none of the children have ever seen.  It creates a little bit suspense in the story. I think this character is included to explain the kind of curiosity children generally have. In the eyes of Scout, Jem and Dill, Boo Radley is a ghost like figure. Everything goes fine for them untill Atticus is assigned the duty of a defense lawyer for "Mockingbird", a black boy, who carries charges of rape of a white girl. Scout, who doesn't exactly know the meaning of this trial and Jem, who thinks she is too young for knowing all this, both of them try to bear with all the embarrassment that comes their way because of this trial. At times they get agitated but they never forget the lessons that Atticus has given them. The story gets pretty fast from here and ends in a beautiful style. There is a lot to learn from this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-5846893445958043912?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5846893445958043912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=5846893445958043912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5846893445958043912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5846893445958043912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-kill-mockingbird.html' title='To kill a mockingbird'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-5620157338377545544</id><published>2007-03-13T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:01:25.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Timepass'/><title type='text'>Click Fraud</title><content type='html'>In today's world of web advertising, a click results in flow of money. 99% of google's revenues come from advertising. There are two types of ads. Ones that you see on the right of google search results. Second is the ads that you see on many other websites. This second type might be new to some of you. In this type Google will act as an intermediater. For every click on such ads google pays money to the website holder. And google will charge money to the advertiser. &lt;a href="https://www.google.com/adsense/"&gt;Click here for more information.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                  So whenever you click on these ads, google makes some money. Now if the ad is clicked without any interest in it, it is called click fraud. It could be somebody doing it manually or it could be done through a computer program also. Although google makes money whenever somebody commits this crime yet google wants to avoid it. Thats because it results in bad image for google. But the question here is how would you know whether the ad was clicked with interest or without interest. So the boundary is quite hazy here. But still there are some methods that can be used. For example the simplest method is checking the ip address. If you see a lot of clicks from the same ip address, it means somebody is commiting this crime. There was once a company who detected that most of the clicks were coming from the same ip address. They had lost a huge amount of money to google because of this. So the next time the person clicked on the ad from the same ip address, he got a message popped up, "You son of a bitch. we know who you are and what are you doing". And they never got any click from that ip address again. They reported the issue to google and were reimbursed but only for 50% of the fraudulant clicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S  -  I was about to recieve a 100$ cheque from google before they detected that fraud, THE CLICK FRAUD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-5620157338377545544?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/5620157338377545544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=5620157338377545544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5620157338377545544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/5620157338377545544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/03/click-fraud.html' title='Click Fraud'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3666135585686624207.post-2892230270518239304</id><published>2007-03-12T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:01:42.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think'/><title type='text'>What is Courage?</title><content type='html'>Is it absence of fear? Is it moving ahead in spite of having fear? whatever it is, not everybody possesses it. There was this guy who wrote only three words in the essay writing part of IAS exam. the topic for the essay was, "WHAT IS COURAGE?". And those three words were, "THIS IS COURAGE". Other people filled the sheets trying to explain what is courage. But he was the one who got selected finally. Now he must have thought many times before doing this. A lot of fears must have tried to stop him. But the feeling that kept him going was courage. But if it is courage Then what is the difference between courage and foolishness? Courage is something which is required when there are some risks involved. And in the eyes of a spectator the final result decides whether it was courage or foolishness. Another thing that differentiates the two is calculation of worth for which the risk was taken. But again here different people calculate it differently. So what is courage in somebody's eyes might be foolishness in somebody else'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys, if it doesn't make any sense. It is Time Pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3666135585686624207-2892230270518239304?l=mondy-timepass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/feeds/2892230270518239304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3666135585686624207&amp;postID=2892230270518239304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2892230270518239304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3666135585686624207/posts/default/2892230270518239304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mondy-timepass.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-courage.html' title='What is Courage?'/><author><name>Mondy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03006061033179707795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WLREoaHYDOY/TYge1P0dswI/AAAAAAAAANA/Zyzmfiz4YZY/s220/mondy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
