<?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-6047497457765661891</id><updated>2012-01-27T04:26:24.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When words meet thoughts...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-781713616359697409</id><published>2010-10-07T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:08:25.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivanta - And the reason behind it ...</title><content type='html'>Vivanta is the feeling of being alive. Vivanta is what I could die for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHE73t3-Oi4/TK6ZH_Y8q5I/AAAAAAAADYU/GukoN2V_oT8/s1600/Vivanta-Title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHE73t3-Oi4/TK6ZH_Y8q5I/AAAAAAAADYU/GukoN2V_oT8/s400/Vivanta-Title.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525522155384384402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivanta is what it was called,&lt;br /&gt;A journey that left me enthralled,&lt;br /&gt;In the mountains and lakes it started alone,&lt;br /&gt;It had the walk, the pain, the sun, the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivanta wasn't a normal getaway,&lt;br /&gt;It was a search, in more than one way,&lt;br /&gt;A search of separating wants from need,&lt;br /&gt;A search of what one deserves from greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivanta was listening to silence within,&lt;br /&gt;That took us thousands of miles in,&lt;br /&gt;It was a lovely tangent from all that was on,&lt;br /&gt;In life, at work and somethings beyond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivanta is something that does not repeat,&lt;br /&gt;It stays with you as long as that heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;The moments to be cherished have been etched in mind,&lt;br /&gt;It gives you something, that helps suffer the grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivanta is not about speed, its about slowing down,&lt;br /&gt;Not in physical, but in those thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Its just a blood rush out of nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;That changes many things if not all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivanta is what I could die for, all over again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-781713616359697409?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/781713616359697409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=781713616359697409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/781713616359697409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/781713616359697409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2010/10/vivanta-and-reason-behind-it.html' title='Vivanta - And the reason behind it ...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHE73t3-Oi4/TK6ZH_Y8q5I/AAAAAAAADYU/GukoN2V_oT8/s72-c/Vivanta-Title.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-6966393141121202352</id><published>2010-06-17T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T04:57:09.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 and beyond...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHE73t3-Oi4/THj5X2JOFeI/AAAAAAAADXs/hvc25CkxLhU/s1600/lavasa+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHE73t3-Oi4/THj5X2JOFeI/AAAAAAAADXs/hvc25CkxLhU/s400/lavasa+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510428332154295778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone said once, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Drive so fast, that the thrill of speed overcomes the fear of death"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many such driving quotes do come your way once in a while. The question is whether its bikes or cars or planes. What is this obsession with speed that keeps one going on and on and on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always give people the following example when it comes to speed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To drive at 80kmph any vehicle would do,&lt;br /&gt;To drive at 100kmph you need a good car,&lt;br /&gt;To drive at 140kmph all you need is sheer guts!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thing is good if you know how to control it. Be it boss,colleagues, subordinates, girlfriend or a car. And controlling needs practice...day on day...month on month constantly. And who doesn't want to be in control?&lt;br /&gt;When they say, experience counts...it sure does in all aspects of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my case goes, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I drive fast, I drive rash and I am very good at it&lt;/span&gt;. Some people say its "Delhi style" driving.. others say that one day I will die like this, and I just think... Dying is not in my hands...but living like this definitely is... and as stated earlier, I'd rather like to be control than to think about future and wait for death which is inevitable anyways... I love when its all in my control :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 3 cheers to Speed!! ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-6966393141121202352?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6966393141121202352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=6966393141121202352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6966393141121202352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6966393141121202352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2010/06/100-and-beyond.html' title='100 and beyond...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHE73t3-Oi4/THj5X2JOFeI/AAAAAAAADXs/hvc25CkxLhU/s72-c/lavasa+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-51610726445920235</id><published>2010-04-08T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T07:13:19.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Standard Disclaimer: This poem is an act of fiction. I love my work, appreciate my boss. People around me are also ok ok types :-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'll always travel around, be on tour&lt;br /&gt;The farthest I could reach was Mithapur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'll do something that's new, something novel&lt;br /&gt;The closest I came was to some models in Excel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'll put in long hours everyday&lt;br /&gt;Never thought it would be on Andheri-Kurla way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'll work on some mergers, some acquisition..&lt;br /&gt;Cash crunch was such that people called it my hallucination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'll get involved in critical meets&lt;br /&gt;Mostly what I did was Orkut, Gtalk and Tweets :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'll be around people very busy..&lt;br /&gt;Most of them work on an average for hours three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I joined Global Chemicals Strategy...&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'll always travel around, be on tour&lt;br /&gt;The farthest I could reach at the end of this poem is still Mithapur :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-51610726445920235?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/51610726445920235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=51610726445920235' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/51610726445920235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/51610726445920235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2010/04/day.html' title='The day...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-3572041405577142844</id><published>2010-03-15T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:34:17.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day I give you my name...</title><content type='html'>Just a passing short poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I give you my name&lt;br /&gt;Things might not remain the same&lt;br /&gt;It will change the rules of the game&lt;br /&gt;And for that my dear, no one is to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be more responsible, more caring&lt;br /&gt;I will be protective, more daring&lt;br /&gt;For the courage that in me you bring &lt;br /&gt;Will make sure that I always honor that ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life will be such, such will be the trend&lt;br /&gt;That I always earn more that you spend&lt;br /&gt;You will know me more, better and new&lt;br /&gt;In this journey that together we continue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who will bear the brunt of this&lt;br /&gt;Will be friends of mine, who I will surely miss&lt;br /&gt;But they will I'm sure, understand&lt;br /&gt;That more than friendship, its you that I cherish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all these years , a thing I've learned&lt;br /&gt;Give more respect to earn some more&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will always rise&lt;br /&gt;To that I hope there is no price.. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some things however that I do expect&lt;br /&gt;For me, my parents the love, the respect&lt;br /&gt;I will ensure that you have the time of your life&lt;br /&gt;When you some day in future you become my wife....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this entire poem is kinda lame...&lt;br /&gt;But the day when I give you my name&lt;br /&gt;Things just won't be the same...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-3572041405577142844?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3572041405577142844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=3572041405577142844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3572041405577142844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3572041405577142844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-i-give-you-my-name.html' title='The day I give you my name...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-6668117920135602861</id><published>2010-03-03T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:18:52.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Report kaad...</title><content type='html'>The following is an excerpt from actual mail conversation between 2 colleagues. All characters mentioned in the mail are absolutely real and have stark similarities to some people somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Anshumaan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is almost gone,&lt;br /&gt;Last month’s production is what I need,&lt;br /&gt;And subsidiaries of mine pay me no heed,&lt;br /&gt;Someone told that there is MD report,&lt;br /&gt;That is fun to read and a cause they support..&lt;br /&gt;Magadi, GCIP and India reports are a bliss&lt;br /&gt;BMGL MD report  is what I miss…&lt;br /&gt;The months in question are November, December and Jan…&lt;br /&gt;Pls give me those reports Mr.Anshumaan… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PS: Get me included in the mailing list next time you get the BMGL MD report.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Reply as expected wasn't poetic, rather pathetic it was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I hv been caught up in urgent work.&lt;br /&gt;I see you hv learnt smthing from ur predecessor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will fwd to u nxt time on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-6668117920135602861?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6668117920135602861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=6668117920135602861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6668117920135602861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6668117920135602861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2010/03/report-kaad.html' title='Report kaad...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-3629398492738212338</id><published>2010-03-02T03:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T05:46:59.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In these 2 years...</title><content type='html'>It will be almost two years since I left the world of education and took the first steps towards the corporate life. Every manager does dream of such a life after completing their B-School education. In the job like mine, I cannot truly claim that there has been an expectation mismatch too. I like my work and I like the people around me...&lt;br /&gt;However there is a void of some kind, which reminds me again and again that I am not here for the purpose I am fulfilling these days. I seriously don't know what I am going to do in the future. Its too blurred to become a reality some day. Hence I am taking it one day at a time. So I can even claim that I am living in "Today" if one wants to put it in decent words. &lt;br /&gt;Its definitely not the money that is causing this void. Money is a by-product they say, and seriously speaking, I care the least about it now. I keep on doing different things these days right from participating in a Marathon to crazy late night drives to just watching drama to random cruises off Mumbai to giving endless gyaan sessions to people to just reading anything on the Internet, just to find that right fit, the right fit of what I want to do. Some cues I have, but nothing concrete as of now. &lt;br /&gt;I am neither happy, nor am I sad with the things happening around me. I am just emotionless towards all worldly actions. Reason for same is not very clear. Somehow I don't want to react to anything. Everything is acceptable. This is lethal,crazy some may call it, but its true and I have no good reason to not accept it. This constancy in life is getting to me.&lt;br /&gt;Some friends suggest that marriage is an answer. Believe me its not a quarter lif crisis.But they should realize that marriage brings nothing but another constant in life, which is not what I want. &lt;br /&gt;I want something different, that I haven't been able to find till now. I want to break this cycle of "The usual". I don't want the usual hangouts, the usual work, the usual jokes, the usual gossip, the usual dinners, the usual talk or the usual life which is as of date.&lt;br /&gt;Normalcy too soon is not what I desire. After knowing many people over the last 2 years, finally I want to know myself. I want spend time with myself. I want to see my actions through my eyes. I don't want to be emotionless anymore and neither do I want to learn from other people's experiences. I want an experience of my own, something unique, something strange, something that means nothing to others... &lt;br /&gt;I hope I find it soon... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-3629398492738212338?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3629398492738212338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=3629398492738212338' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3629398492738212338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3629398492738212338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-these-2-years.html' title='In these 2 years...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-3638167228235065942</id><published>2010-01-25T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T08:32:45.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek tha Manager!!</title><content type='html'>एक था अपना चतुर मेनेजर&lt;br /&gt;फिरता था ना जाने इधर उधर&lt;br /&gt;सवेरे जाता काज को, रात को मिलता समाज को&lt;br /&gt;जीवन उसका अजीब था, पैसे थे फिर भी वोह गरीब था&lt;br /&gt;सिमट गयी थी सारी ज़िन्दगी सप्ताहांत तक &lt;br /&gt;इंतज़ार करता खुदका वोह एकांत तक&lt;br /&gt;MS Outlook ने लेली उसकी जान  &lt;br /&gt;Orkut से था वोह हैरान परेशान&lt;br /&gt;Gmail ने G1 करदिया बिगाड़&lt;br /&gt;Gtalk ने बना दिया एक भद्दा मज़ाक&lt;br /&gt;Facebook जो शुरू किया तो दुनिया भूल गया&lt;br /&gt;क्या करदिया उसने जो सारा वातावरण ही बदल गया?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जब ना था यह मेनेजर, बादल को देख कर होता यह आकर्षित&lt;br /&gt;झील झरने नदियाँ सब इसे लगती थी विचित्र&lt;br /&gt;दोस्त तब थे सबके सब निस्वार्थ &lt;br /&gt;जीवन में हर दिन निकलता था इक नया अर्थ&lt;br /&gt;समय का ना पता चलता था जब&lt;br /&gt;कहाँ गये वो दिन सारे अब?&lt;br /&gt;क्यूँ होगया जीवन उसका 9 to 6 अब?&lt;br /&gt;क्या मेनेजर बनना सबसे बड़ी गलती थी?&lt;br /&gt;क्यूँ बना मेनेजर वोह जब बात यह उसे खलती थी?&lt;br /&gt;आखिर क्यूँ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-3638167228235065942?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3638167228235065942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=3638167228235065942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3638167228235065942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3638167228235065942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2010/01/ek-tha-manager.html' title='Ek tha Manager!!'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-7390381353993789238</id><published>2009-12-19T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T12:04:54.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 fundamentals of life...</title><content type='html'>- Lose love, but never lose self respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Death is sudden, so whatever you have planned do it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Time of others is more valuable than yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Listen to music or read books, they both have to sell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The effort going up is always more than coming down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Value your subordinates, they can kill you at the wrong time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cribbing doesn't get you anything. So shut the f**k up and get back to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give respect to get respect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beware of good/great/best friends. They know too much about you to screw you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If money would be greatest motivator, I would have looted a bank by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Forgiveness is the virtue of the strong. One should be weak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Smart people are few, cherish them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What goes around....comes around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nobody has more time than the rest. Everyone has 24 of them :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every action doesn't have an equal and opposite reaction. Newton was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Never talk bad about the one who cooks your food...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Work hard. Party harder and then one day you will get married...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Trust you decisions. If you won't no one will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When offered alcohol always help yourself. God helps those who help themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-7390381353993789238?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/7390381353993789238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=7390381353993789238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/7390381353993789238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/7390381353993789238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/12/13-fundamentals-of-life.html' title='19 fundamentals of life...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-6264932228482077835</id><published>2009-11-26T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:59:04.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road ahead...</title><content type='html'>There are times when you just think about your life till date. What went right and what went wrong. What you could have done differently and how things could have been better. I would love to do this sitting in a Barista reading a novel in mild rain... But unfortunately I am fortunate enough only to be a road... Yes I am called the Andheri Kurla Road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know my date of birth but I am pretty sure that some politician would have inaugrated me in early 90's. But I am well connected with my friends, Western Express Highway, Marol Road, MIDC and Chandivali. Although I am a bit more worked up than my friends always, I used to enjoy my life, the hustle and bustle around till some time ago. Mumbai was a good place to be in 10 years ago. There were fewer people, fewer offices around and a less congested airport around. I had a great life then. I used to get up at about 7am then and work till 10pm. I was like a person in HUL Sales role.The life was tough but there was great learning and value additions. I used to help 20000 vehicles to cross over me. I was a critical bridge between the west and east and possibly the only one then. Even influential people used to ride me day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the time passed and times changed. Do you know Mumbai adds about 1000 new residents everyday. In old days there were 1300 auto rickshaws in Andheri. Today there are 7500...all this in a span of 10 years. My working hours are longer. These days I start at 5am and go on till 1am. I feel I have become an I-Banker, adding no significant value and spending way too many hours at work. Other think that there are benefits... I do get a makeover once a week, weekends I work only 8 hours :-P and people invest lot of time and money in my development. However I think I wont be able to take this pressure any longer. Some people even say that I am a pothole with roads in it...rather than a road with potholes... You know sometimes it hurts. It hurts when someone tries to plug every hole in your body with hot melting Tar over and over again...but I take that shit everytime as I don't want people to hate me.....&lt;br /&gt;And over and above this the government decided that Mumbai needs a Metro. Every day there is a big drill who  comes like a bad boss and screws me down right and centre. &lt;br /&gt;And everybody holds me responsible if they get late, or they meet a bad pothole or they brush another car in the pathetic traffic. Why am I responsible?&lt;br /&gt;And this is just the beginning... How will I feel when a train starts running over me... How would one feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bored and sick of my life! I know suicide is a criminal offense... but people of Mumbai are not leaving me with another choice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope times change... I just hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-6264932228482077835?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6264932228482077835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=6264932228482077835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6264932228482077835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6264932228482077835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/11/road-ahead.html' title='The Road ahead...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-1476805671938664322</id><published>2009-10-21T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:31:48.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's social about it?</title><content type='html'>This is a very small post and is a reaction to the feelings that emanate when I open by social networking pages and see arbit friend requests. Some crack me up while some make me hate myself when I registered on one of these sites. I am writing about the 3 friend requests I got this morning, people who I do not know and never would want to know in my remaining human life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Person name : Prem Diwani&lt;br /&gt;- Reason for sending the request: Not mentioned&lt;br /&gt;- My reaction would be: I can understand the injustice that your parents have inflicted upon you by naming you in the first place. I sympathize with you but I am bad at sharing sadness. Also I dont think you define sadness. Its the sadness that was defined after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Person name : Manu Patel&lt;br /&gt;- Reason for sending the request: Hi, I want to do a CAT and need some tips&lt;br /&gt;- My reaction would be: Hai raam, kya hogaya is duniya ko!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Person name : Ramchandra Bhoye&lt;br /&gt;- Reason for sending the request: Remember me? &lt;br /&gt;- My reaction would be: If I would want to remeber you then you would already be in my friends list. If you are someone who I have met just once an you feel I deserve to be your friend, its Ok. I have magnetic effect on people. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-1476805671938664322?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/1476805671938664322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=1476805671938664322' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/1476805671938664322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/1476805671938664322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-social-about-it.html' title='What&apos;s social about it?'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-7470470017317879632</id><published>2009-10-21T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:39:59.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bala-G ... "G" maane "Goofy"</title><content type='html'>I would have posted this long time ago, but this post had been sitting in the Drafts section of my blog as I wanted to post it when the day is right. And today the day is right... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is an excerpt from a non-fictional conquest of Z-balls to try and find a girl and part ways from the ossum club of the single called "Balls-Bhramchari"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following excerpt involves a girl (in future referred as Balika-G) and Z-balls (in future referred as Bala-G)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Scene : Z-balls and the girl are sitting alone in a room and discussing if they can see a future for themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G :Hello, I am Anamika&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: I am Bala-G or Man-Duck (B.Arch, MBA from IIMA) .... eom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: Wow! I have never met a graduate from IIMA... Is this the real one or something like IIPM?&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: Its Indian Institute of Management, Ahmedabad .... Grrrr.....Peace to all ...eom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: I am feeling I am doing all the talking... hee haw... you should also say something.&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: Yes you are... eom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: I do have some questions for you though. Do you know how to play Frisbee? ...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: Yes. I used to play forward in my Home Science days.... you know I am good at Home Science .. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: I have heard this home science dialogue somewhere...in some movie...So will you teach me then? I am sick of camouflaging that I know how to play frisbee. Some of friends knew that and I used to bribe them with Nimbu paani in CT ...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: (gives a wierd look) ... oh ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: Do you know how to cook food? I always wanted to be a cook, but my grades were low in Std XII and so could get only into Architecture ...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: Yes. I am glad you are honest about your ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: I have to be. Everyone figures out in some time anyways. So I give it away myself. They call it Freezo level in IIMA...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: Why do you always say "eom" after every sentence?&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: It means "End of message" but some enemies of mine have coined it as "End of Manhood" ...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: ewwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: How far is your office from Airport? ...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: Not very far. Why do you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: (thinks) ... (thinks again and slips the next question) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: Will you be able to shift to "Saddi Dilli" after marriage? ...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G; I may. but whats so good about Dilli?&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: (thinks harder than ever this time..) ... Peace to all ...eom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: Do you hate Mumbai? ...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: No way! I am from Mumbai. You should have atleast have read my CV before shortlisting me.&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: Ohh I got just 1 CV that too after so many years...and even placecommers don't read the CVs before shortlisting people :-P ...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: oh ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G somehow realizes that now she has to dump Bala-G and suddenly her mood changes and she starts acting weirder than even Bala-G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G:Do you know how to sing? ...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: Yes but only after 2-3 Vodka with Cranberry drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: So you drink too?? ...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: Only on weekdays, weekends I am home so I manage with Hash and Grass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: Did you have a BF before? ...eom &lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: Not many&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: (shocked and not knowing how to react... he slips a filler question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: Are you a BJP supporter or Congress or the 3rd front.. or the 4th front? ...eom&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: Last time I voted for Congress... this time it will be 3rd front. I like Mayawati's entrepreneurial spirit of converting election into Revenue generation scheme at the expense of election commission. I hate BJP and Hindu loyalists...&lt;br /&gt;Bala-G: (About to pull his last remaining hair ... from his head)&lt;br /&gt;Balika-G: Peace to all... and yaa ....eod  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will not be continued... End of story... End of an Era  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-7470470017317879632?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/7470470017317879632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=7470470017317879632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/7470470017317879632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/7470470017317879632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/10/bala-g-g-maane-goofy.html' title='Bala-G ... &quot;G&quot; maane &quot;Goofy&quot;'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-2869639882836038536</id><published>2009-10-12T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:47:07.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the boss?</title><content type='html'>Actually I make it a point to write something, atleast something once a month. However past 2-3 months have been really bad with long hours, some touring and lack of interest to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some days weird thoughts cross your mind... Today I thought of comparing "A Boss" to "A Wife". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimers: I have minimal/negligible/absolutely No personal experience of the above. All views are attributed to the powers of observation bestowed upon me by God. All views are penned down as an unbiased external observer. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMILARITIES BETWEEN A BOSS AND A WIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Both get angry when you are late&lt;br /&gt;- Both have a wrong timing of entry&lt;br /&gt;- Both set deadlines for you &lt;br /&gt;- Both like to delegate work to you&lt;br /&gt;- Both generally have no idea what is happening around them&lt;br /&gt;- Both love more money in their hands than they get&lt;br /&gt;- Both point out your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;- Both convince you at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;- Both can give you at max 30 minutes in the day&lt;br /&gt;- Both help in improving your listening skills&lt;br /&gt;- Both ensure you look a dumb ass in front of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIFFERENCES BETWEEN A BOSS AND A WIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;scroll down&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.a bit more&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This section is under construction. As soon as any updates are available they will be posted within 120 minutes on this page. :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-2869639882836038536?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2869639882836038536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=2869639882836038536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/2869639882836038536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/2869639882836038536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-is-boss.html' title='Who is the boss?'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-5474163391841332112</id><published>2009-08-16T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:26:32.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They say...</title><content type='html'>They say so many things. The "They' will be a variable here but the "Say" will stay constant. People who are "They" will realize it automatically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say inflation is negative when food has now become more costly than blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say Delhi is better than Mumbai although they know its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say Ajmal Kasab wants Biryani after what he did to my beloved Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say swine flu is medical companies' propoganda when people are dying everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say such attack was unprecedented. Thats the way all of them are. Duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say its one year now. Start working now at least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say don't buy Nokia, buy Samsung!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say you can be a Roman or an Asterix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say give treat for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say after Nano lets hunt down the Chemicals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say markets are on a bull run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say its a bear market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say can you touch 150kmph on Eastern Express?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say, we are Bakhthawar I-Bankers in Nariman. They should respect us. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say a bit too much, when too less is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say don't buy a bike, what about a car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say we have voted for Congress since 1948... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say lets play hide and seek. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say somedays you dont give a rats ass! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say this is good! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say everything without saying anyting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They say, is it a hotel or a lodge? :-)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-5474163391841332112?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-3492498445150425914</id><published>2009-08-03T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T12:12:01.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>हम ऐसे ही हैं</title><content type='html'>यह लेख जान बुझकर हिंदी में लिख रहा हूँ, वरना लेख से वोह गहराई चली जायेगी...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;लेख का शीर्षक है "हम ऐसे ही हैं"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- रात को १ बजे घर लौटे थे हम| चाबी हथेली में दबाए हुए आये थे| फिर भी घर की घंटी बजा दी, ताकि सिर्फ ये देख सकें की आज माँ कैसी है| उसकी एक हलकी सी डांट सुनके सोए जब, तब यह ख़ुशी मिली की कोई है जो घर देर से आने पे हमें फटकार लगाता है| सिर्फ कोई है जो गुस्से में भी प्यार जताता है....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- बचते बचाते गाडी चलाते हैं बम्बई की गलियों से हर बार| पर रफ़्तार १०० के आस पास ही होती है| किसी दिन लोग कहते हैं कुछ कर बैठेंगे हम| हम कहें उस दिन का इंतज़ार करने का क्या फायदा, जो शायद कभी आएगा जीवन में| उस दिन के इंतज़ार में आज को नहीं छोड़ सकते हम...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- बरसात यूँ हमें भाति नहीं, कभी कबार बिलकुल सही जाती नहीं| पर हरयाली जो देख लें अगर इस बार, मन कहता है यह बरसात ग्रीष्म में आती क्यूँ नहीं?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- कुल्फी फलूदा अगर मेज़ पर सजा हो तोह दुनिया भर की आइसक्रीम भी हमें भाति नहीं|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- मैरीन ड्राइव के समुद्री तट पे एक शांत तथा सुकुनदायक शाम अगर मिल जाए तोह उसपर हजारों कलाचित्र वारे जा सकते हैं|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- दोस्ती उन्ही से करते हैं हम जो हमपर और हम जिस पर एक अजीब छाप छोड़ देते हैं| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ऐसा नहीं की हम इश्वर का ध्यान नहीं करते हर रोज़| सिर्फ मानना यह है की हर जीवित वस्तु में इश्वर है,और हर रोज़ मंदिर जाने से हम लाडले नहीं होजाएंगे|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- कर हर मनुष्य का कर्त्तव्य है| पर उससे ज्यादा जरूरी है की हम अपने साथ कर करने वालों के विकास में जान लगा दें| हम मानते हैं अच्छा नेता वोह नहीं जो हमेशा आगे चले, अच्छा नेता वोह है जो अगर कभी हार जाए तोह उसकी जगह लेने वाला उसने तैयार कर रखा हो|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;और भी कई पहलु हैं इस तुच्छ जीवन के जो समय रहते इसी जगह अंकित करते रहेंगे हम| क्यूंकि हम ऐसे ही हैं|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-3492498445150425914?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3492498445150425914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=3492498445150425914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3492498445150425914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3492498445150425914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='हम ऐसे ही हैं'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-5809253486109013500</id><published>2009-06-22T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:28:59.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek saal...</title><content type='html'>Well as everyone I somehow completed a year with TAS sometime in June and now I am on a long about 7 days vacation. Its raining in Mumbai and I decided to pen down the some sentences I happened to hear (only hear I repeat) in the last one year in the corporate set up which unfortunately I am a part of...for now at least :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We need to go forward with a strategy... ah ok :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* So are you doing anything today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It may not be very ethical but we are doing nothing wrong by crossing the line and coming back :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* At the beginning of the day I look forward to the lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do we have a HR department?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I and my boss have same feelings for each other... we both hate each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I banged today again... my car I mean... (everyone loffs :-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How did you do that? ... Sir...umm ... SUM(A6:J6)...duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* So what is this? ...err Sir...they call it Gtalk ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I want you to work from home this weekend... sure Sir I am incapable of having a social life outside office... I will oblige :-PPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Nice work :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our country managers are all b@$%#^@s... and we are the fools who placed them there... I agree with you Sir ... :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Hmm so you are listening music in office... Yessar it reduces my efficiency if I don't ... :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* See the MD is coming today...if you want to ask too many questions...better make yourself scarce :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I spent 23 years in this firm ... me thinks "what a waste!!" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We will give you 2 way tickets...choice is yours...u may return from Salt Lake City or Vegas...I don't care :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How can you get caught by cops thrice in 2 months for speeding? Don't you have any self control... :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I am going to China for 2 weeks so you can work from Delhi office ... me thinks "work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This tender we will price it at -3% PBT... we can't afford to lose more... :-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* So you are from IIMA...I heard you guys are very arrogant and rude... Yessar but people generally don't say that to our face :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* So what rating do you want in your appraisal?  :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* There are still 4 more days to the weekend...bah!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* What food would you like to have? ...Err palatable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Would you like to join us permanently? ... :-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You are a aspiring and good manager...I am sure this role is not that challenging but you would surely be interested in it.... Hell NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* You went beyond my expectations and completed the project in time.... Saar what exactly do you mean? :-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Lets do some cost cutting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* to be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-5809253486109013500?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/5809253486109013500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=5809253486109013500' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/5809253486109013500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/5809253486109013500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/06/ek-saal.html' title='Ek saal...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-3014070963922959829</id><published>2009-06-17T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:36:34.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuch khayal...</title><content type='html'>Some lines I penned down after a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इक पल के लिए रुकेंगे &lt;br /&gt;इक पल के लिए सहम जायेंगे&lt;br /&gt;याद तोह बहुत सताएगी हमें&lt;br /&gt;पर यादों के साथ जीना सीख जायेंगे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हम हमेशा से नहीं सोचते थे इस कदर &lt;br /&gt;कुछ हमारा कुछ इसमें तुम्हारा है असर&lt;br /&gt;ना मानो तुम इस बात को अब से&lt;br /&gt;पर सच तोह सच है ना जाने कबसे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एक वादा कर बैठे हैं हम अपने आप से&lt;br /&gt;याद में तुम्हारी ना बहाएंगे एक भी अश्रु&lt;br /&gt;दिलाएँगे यह एहसास तुम्हें हर दम में &lt;br /&gt;क्या खोया है तुमने अपने जीवन में&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-3014070963922959829?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3014070963922959829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=3014070963922959829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3014070963922959829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3014070963922959829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/06/kuch-khayal.html' title='Kuch khayal...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-8646591361030628116</id><published>2009-05-13T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:42:13.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>भारत में हैं मतदान दान|</title><content type='html'>भारत में हैं मतदान दान&lt;br /&gt;कहीं शर्म शर्म कहीं शान शान&lt;br /&gt;हर तरफ हैं नेता खड़े खड़े &lt;br /&gt;आपस में ऐसे भिडे भिडे &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इक लोकसभा का खेल खेल&lt;br /&gt;कोई पास हुआ कोई फेल फेल &lt;br /&gt;जो जीतेगा वोह चतुर चतुर&lt;br /&gt;बाकी सब होंगे तित्तर बित्तर&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;पैसे की है सब मोह माया&lt;br /&gt;जो बदलेगी भारत काया&lt;br /&gt;बिकता है यह इन्सान अभी&lt;br /&gt;और कहते हैं उसको lobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;रैली में आने की कीमत&lt;br /&gt;एक बिरयानी of चिक्केन है अब&lt;br /&gt;मैं क्यूँ दून अपना कीमती मत&lt;br /&gt;जब की शुरुआत ही गलत से अब?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;अब पांच साल ना दिखेगा कोई&lt;br /&gt;देश सेवा में जो सब अब होई&lt;br /&gt;विश्वास उठा है मेरा अब&lt;br /&gt;इस सिस्टम और ड्रामे से अब&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कभी दिल कहता है नेता हो जो&lt;br /&gt;या हिटलर हो या स्टालिन वो&lt;br /&gt;मेरे देश को जो कर सके revive&lt;br /&gt;But the grass is greener on the other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ऐसा नहीं की मैं सिर्फ़ करता सवाल  &lt;br /&gt;मस्तिष्क में काफी हैं ख़्याल&lt;br /&gt;पर हर चीज़ का होता है समय समय &lt;br /&gt;जो तय करता है विजय-पराजय&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;भारत में है मतदान दान&lt;br /&gt;कहीं शर्म शर्म कहीं शान शान...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-8646591361030628116?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/8646591361030628116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=8646591361030628116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/8646591361030628116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/8646591361030628116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='भारत में हैं मतदान दान|'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-6157485809808120769</id><published>2009-05-12T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T05:20:44.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people...</title><content type='html'>Some people are emotionally weak&lt;br /&gt;They think from their hearts&lt;br /&gt;And rest their brain...&lt;br /&gt;In spite of warnings again and again&lt;br /&gt;I tell them always up and down&lt;br /&gt;To use that 4 pounds in their crown&lt;br /&gt;But the chances they follow are less than bleak&lt;br /&gt;Because some people are emotionally weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are emotionally weak&lt;br /&gt;They think they always have a license to speak&lt;br /&gt;And when they are denied this chance sometimes&lt;br /&gt;They explode,they sulk and they cry inside&lt;br /&gt;I tell them to change this attitude&lt;br /&gt;So problems they face lack multitude&lt;br /&gt;But the chances they follow are less than bleak&lt;br /&gt;Because some people are emotionally weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are emotionally weak&lt;br /&gt;They have views which they generally tweak&lt;br /&gt;To gather support of all sorts&lt;br /&gt;From people around, friends or not&lt;br /&gt;I tell them their views are extreme and coarse&lt;br /&gt;And they don't deserve to be enforced&lt;br /&gt;But the chances they follow are less than bleak&lt;br /&gt;Because some people are emotionally weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are emotionally weak&lt;br /&gt;Their style of living is nothing but meek&lt;br /&gt;They can't take mischief, they can't take fun&lt;br /&gt;Its high time they realize that life is a pun&lt;br /&gt;I tell them to open up so fast&lt;br /&gt;So they make friends that are there to last&lt;br /&gt;But the chances they follow are less than bleak&lt;br /&gt;Because some people are emotionally weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are emotionally weak &lt;br /&gt;And one day they will lose all their friends...&lt;br /&gt;Because some people are emotionally weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagan Gupta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-6157485809808120769?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6157485809808120769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=6157485809808120769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6157485809808120769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6157485809808120769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-people.html' title='Some people...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-85856243812488361</id><published>2009-04-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T09:45:11.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APinion about AP ...</title><content type='html'>Some random thoughts again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a guy who feels the need to defend&lt;br /&gt;Without ever having a need to offend&lt;br /&gt;While protecting his existence of origin&lt;br /&gt;By replying to each and every comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mails he shoots come from a floor called Fourth&lt;br /&gt;In a building full of people of proven worth&lt;br /&gt;But this doesn't affect the TASos who drowse&lt;br /&gt;That the building is called Bombay House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feels that the joke has been sucked upon too much&lt;br /&gt;And there is a need for these TASos to grow up&lt;br /&gt;Little that he knows that this joke won't flop&lt;br /&gt;Coz' an empty mind is a devil's workshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if he feels that defending will cause it to stop&lt;br /&gt;He is nothing but wrong in his assumption of sorts&lt;br /&gt;AP ma' boy the more you defend the more we mock&lt;br /&gt;And IIM Ahmedabad will always rock!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAS 2008 will exactly know why I posted this... others don't matter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-85856243812488361?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-6572442880008477328</id><published>2009-04-22T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:44:44.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There is someone called...</title><content type='html'>Just some random thoughts...over a short poem composed in 15 minutes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THERE IS SOMEONE CALLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone called a Mother&lt;br /&gt;Who pampers you so much that you wouldn't have to bother&lt;br /&gt;She gives you everything and expects none&lt;br /&gt;And if you were to trust, she is the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone called a Dad&lt;br /&gt;Who teaches you how to respect and how to avoid the bad&lt;br /&gt;Toils hard so that you live life king size&lt;br /&gt;In a world where everyday is a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone called a Teacher&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you realize you are unique only at home&lt;br /&gt;And tries to mold you into something worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;So at some point later it gives your parents that ultimate smile :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone called a Friend&lt;br /&gt;Who you choose at your liberty from end to end&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts that you find difficult to share&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in his/her company become so clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone called an enemy &lt;br /&gt;Who you cant see eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;But as they say always in the corporate ends&lt;br /&gt;Know your enemies better than your friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone called a Boss&lt;br /&gt;Who gives you the work so gross&lt;br /&gt;He takes away your right of refusal&lt;br /&gt;Helps you learn, you are at his disposal! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is someone called a colleague&lt;br /&gt;Who lies in the same boat that you are in&lt;br /&gt;You vent out your frustration over mugs of beer&lt;br /&gt;And let him know that nobody here is Boss's dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was someone really special... :-((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-6572442880008477328?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6572442880008477328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=6572442880008477328' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6572442880008477328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6572442880008477328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/04/there-is-someone-called.html' title='There is someone called...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-5365606374937488671</id><published>2009-04-19T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:19:49.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Indian Laughter Challenge</title><content type='html'>Its another 5 years and India who people call a biggest democracy is going again for elections. Our leaders are awake again and we are hearing from them every day if not more about various issues that concern them. Everybody wants to take India to a new level in their own way. &lt;br /&gt;But it is a common phenomena that when you are quiet for a very long time you speak more when you get your voice back. Here is the list of few gems that our leaders have spurted over last few weeks in the media. To me these are nothing more than jokes and with progressive channels like India TV the fun is all the more this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varun Gandhi wants to cut hands of anyone who raises hands against Hindus in India. Like they care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanjay Dutt wants to liberally and maybe publicly give jhappis and pappis to Mayawati!!.... aarghhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advani thinks Manmohan is a weak Prime Minister...and he is rooting to become one at the age of 81...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamta di thinks she will lose the ground in West Bengal because of Nano launch during elections... how many did she win last time?? ... I think 1...is there much to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalu Yadav wants to crush Varun Gandhi under the roller...hehe... he was our Railway Minister...wonder why he didn't think of an engine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pranab Mukherjee thinks Manmohan doesn't have to be a wrestler to be strong... I wonder what was his line of thought when he blabbered this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Home Minister cant even ensure his security with a shoe flinging right across him!... he just couldn't shoo away the shoe :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaiko says if SL Tamils are killed then there will be blood bath in TN. What did he mean by that? Will he kill more people in TN... I mean Indian Tamils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advani thinks Jayalalitha will join NDA after election and Amma says Nay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raj Thackeray wants 80% reservation for Sons of Soil... what does he want to turn Maharashtra into?? West Bengal?? :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shoe flinging incidents all around ...Modi has started carrying his own metal net... someone thinks this time it wont miss :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar Singh is sure that everybody has got the Samajwadi Party manifesto wrong... yaa we are all dumb asses here :-P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priyanka Gandhi said I will never contest elections...but Rahul has what it takes to become a PM...LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahul Gandhi is fighting from Amethi a Congress stronghold...kya daring hai bhai bande ki :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third front is unique this time...with almost 6 probable PM candidates...Everyone says if given a chance they will not say no to becoming a PM ... In a scattered 3rd front who is gonna give this chance? :-O... I also want one :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is any of these buggers talking about making more roads, metros, flyovers, irrigation systems, electricity grid linking or for that matter controlling inflation drops? Either they don't understand these issues or they are knowingly ignorant...its a double edged sword you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;India needs a CEO...definitely it does... its time for managers to enter this gutter and organize it. There is too much mess out here!!&lt;br /&gt;With average of 40% voting which is not even a full representative of the Indian voters its high time we start online voting and negative votes in the Indian context. For candidates who have disappointed their voters there has to be a downside risk of not caring. But even this bill will have to pass through the Lok Sabha and will never go through. Because everyone knows that disaster will strike if they allow such things!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till then all this and more coming up in the Great Indian Laughter Challenge...for whole of April and whole of May...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-5365606374937488671?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/5365606374937488671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=5365606374937488671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/5365606374937488671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/5365606374937488671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-indian-laughter-challenge.html' title='The Great Indian Laughter Challenge'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-3646042673856079169</id><published>2009-03-13T01:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T01:41:53.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Innovation</title><content type='html'>&lt;All disclaimers apply&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently ... to be very specific in this week I noted some innovations and counter innovations in the work styles of a certain section of people. I am talking of two sections of people where one supposedly breaks the law and the other supposedly tries to control him. &lt;br /&gt;No points for guessing, but I am talking of "Taxi Drivers" and "Traffic Policemen" in Mumbai. Lets call the first as "Champa" and the second one as "Chameli". Also lets call the BEST buses as "Genda"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champa knows that in a crowded city like Mumbai there is no exclusivity for them. So to increase the revenue they either have to work long hours or try to reduce their idle time in the regular hours. Champa then found out that people in Mumbai have got a lot of spare money and would not mind in hiring Champa for their services. But for that to happen they will have to win market share from Genda. Champa also noted that unless its Genda Full nobody likes to substitute towards Champa. &lt;br /&gt;However since last many years, inspite of getting more Genda into the service... Genda has always been full. Seeing this opportunity Champa decided its better to wait at the Genda Stand for better chances of getting customers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However as per rules Chameli has full authority to stop Champa for getting customers from the Genda stand. Chameli believes since its called Genda stand, it can be used only by Genda. But as everyone knows Champa never listens. They continued to render services from Genda Stand. Chameli tried hard to stop Champa from doing so by issuing tickets or taking bribes, but to no avail. After some time Chameli realized this as an excellent business opportunity and instead of stopping Champa, they started to catch them red handed. This served as additional income for Chameli to get new Sarees, jewelery and consumer durables for home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chameli realized that whenever Champa thought that they were around, Champa used to run away. Therefore Chameli thought of an excellent innovation. Since Champa used to wait at the Genda Stand, Chameli thought its better to get into a Genda and then get to Chameli. This idea really worked and everyday Champa used to face lots of fines. It became difficult for Champa to do business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However every excellent innovation is cut by a counter innovation. All Champas got together and thought. Chameli could get into a Genda only on a Genda stand. If one Champa noticed a Chameli on a Genda stand, it would rush ahead and warn all Champas of the inherent danger. This would alert all Champas and they would run away. In this way Chameli found that its income was reducing drastically by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not be a best example of Innovation and Counter Innovation. But if you have read it till here... it proves that you too have no work on this Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I am too bored to write more about Champa, Chameli and Genda and so I cut this story short abruptly... :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and enjoy your weekend and please do not leave any random, arbit, hurtful, sarcastic and critical comments on my blog behind me... U know sometimes it hurts :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-3646042673856079169?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3646042673856079169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=3646042673856079169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3646042673856079169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3646042673856079169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/03/managing-innovation.html' title='Managing Innovation'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-257094485205836228</id><published>2009-03-05T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T23:08:41.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devils Den - 6th March - 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>Today is 6th March... another year ...another birthday of Devils Den a.k.a Dorm 23, IIM Ahmedabad. When I started here, I did not have any experience of staying alone and believe me it was tough. But after 2 years I think that Devils Den was the best home I could get away from home. &lt;br /&gt;This post has reference to many people who made D23 the way it is today. Many people who are not from IIMA may not be able to relate to it... but D23 does deserve a post today... It has been 3 years since our dorm came into existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy people...Crazy Ideas...and loads of fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are listed some of the things that me and many of our dorm mates will never forget for a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The happening TV room where cricket used to be a religion. Somehow when I saw the game India lost ...so I was kinda not very welcome during any match :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Chasing BoKhaC at 4am in the night for playing saxophone and finally locking him in his own room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sunday lunch from Metro with Zinga, Ghalib and BD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Disturbing Thoku Uncle while he was sleeping using my ossum speakers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 5am TT games with Bhonpu and BD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Dunking BoKhaC, his GOH and the entire Section C ...guhahaha! It went on and on and on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Nominating "The Dorm Day Zero for Life" ... Obviously she is our Tuchchi... No points for guessing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Never talking to Gayab Uncle other than "Hi" :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Chussu and his curtain covered Gods....hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Bursting crackers on D11 people when they landed up shouting at Devils after their Corpo D... ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Sant's decorated room and his Balance sheet...simply amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) RGs late night fundaes...which some days used to scare the hell out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Zingaaaaaaaa my sutta partner ... bakarr partner .... and cricket partner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Mugging with Pari, Haila and Suroor...absolutely clueless!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Getting dunked by Bambu, Gocho and God :-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Frequent fights with Suroor over why does he have more cosmetics than the rest of the dorm put together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Well Akhtar ke paas toh sirf ek hi kaam ke liye jaate the ;-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) The first dorm Tshirt... Nice work Pari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Maalish who generally was in group meets but after 3 always used to help :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Baapu, Ghalib outside Gocho's room...shouting and embarrassing a kind soul ..hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Gibbup fachchas :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Gaehun aur uski kahaniyan!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Latak who tried to graduate with a degree in 3P... but was defeated hands down!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Fanta's room from where he looked at D20 with a different kind of interest :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Satack the phenomenon who just said "Tera problem kya hai?" ...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Linga who never told me how he could manage to give rems to so many girls in WIMWI at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Cricket games in TV room...damn it took 2 pairs of spectacles of mine... One goes to Fanta and other to Mundu :-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Mundu saying " Mein toh shaadi shuda gareeb aadmi hoon" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) BD and Pari the buggers putting juices from people's dbabs... both were oo creative ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Thoku chasing dogs after midnight in the dorm...hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so ossum... but everything comes to an end... the traditions continue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday D23...U rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOTTO OF OUR LIVES...credits Dede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"MAY SIN BE YOUR RELIGION AND DEVIL BE YOUR GOD"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atku&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-257094485205836228?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/257094485205836228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=257094485205836228' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/257094485205836228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/257094485205836228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/03/devils-den-6th-march-3rd-birthday.html' title='Devils Den - 6th March - 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-4782821017124931619</id><published>2009-02-17T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:37:58.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee Mumbaikar - Part II</title><content type='html'>I would like to express this post in the form of a short poem about the life of a Mumbaikar who lives in a city that pays 58% of the taxes to the government. Don't we deserve better than what we are managing in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERYDAY A PART OF ME DIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday a part of me dies&lt;br /&gt;When I hear the cries &lt;br /&gt;Of beggars,homeless and people who are alone&lt;br /&gt;In a city of dreams called Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday a part of me dies &lt;br /&gt;When I see the mad rush in trains&lt;br /&gt;Where the life is no more than flowing drains&lt;br /&gt;In a city of dreams called Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday a part of me dies &lt;br /&gt;When I see the traffic jams around me&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me that something went wrong&lt;br /&gt;In a city of dreams called Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday a part of me dies &lt;br /&gt;When I see hawkers at Gateway of India&lt;br /&gt;Which was once the prestigious way to enter&lt;br /&gt;In a city of dreams called Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday a part of me dies &lt;br /&gt;When I see the plastic bags on the beaches&lt;br /&gt;Where did all the sense of people get lost?&lt;br /&gt;In a city of dreams called Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday a part of me dies&lt;br /&gt;When I see the politician hoardings on my way&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me of all the work they never did&lt;br /&gt;In a city of dreams called Mumbai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday a part of me dies &lt;br /&gt;When I see people still differentiating&lt;br /&gt;A Maharashtrian from none&lt;br /&gt;In a city of dreams called Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday a part of me has died&lt;br /&gt;Some days the heart just cried&lt;br /&gt;When I let my senses sense what's going around&lt;br /&gt;In a city of dreams called Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I fall in love with any other city&lt;br /&gt;That's because this was the only city of opportunity&lt;br /&gt;But now its time to act true, act fast &lt;br /&gt;So this city of dreams stays to last!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gagan Gupta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-4782821017124931619?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/4782821017124931619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=4782821017124931619' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/4782821017124931619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/4782821017124931619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/02/mee-mumbaikar-part-ii.html' title='Mee Mumbaikar - Part II'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-9177899456707838101</id><published>2009-01-04T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T08:42:34.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened in those 24 hours....</title><content type='html'>I generally don't write about my experiences during the day. But this day was special. I was subjected to the pressures of smile, anger, sadness, thrill, confusion and respite all in 24 hours. Bole toh total Emosanal Atyachaar hogaya!!!&lt;br /&gt;It was 2nd January. I had entered into the second day of the last weekend that might be in US. I had not been only to one city worth a visit on East Coast. It was Boston. This city has typical English style architecture. Friends had suggested not to miss Boston for its beauty and culture. And of course there was Harvard. &lt;br /&gt;These factors made me decide at 7pm on 2nd January that I will visit Boston in a day trip. It would be a 900+ km drive in a single day. So I had to leave early. The time decided was 4:30am the next day. I decided to take Non- Toll routes to Boston all throughout.&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the expressions that stretched me during the day :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started well on Route 287. I had to take an exit after 55miles towards Route 95. But in some radio channel change operation, I missed this exit and drove another 20 miles into Upstate New York. Obviously I had missed an exit. But it was worse when I came to know that it was a no turn highway and next bloody turn was at 32 miles. Then I stopped at a Rest Area. Thought what to do next...and thought means ;-) &lt;br /&gt;I decided to continue and then turn to Boston Massachusetts Turnpike, which was unfortunately a full toll road of 150 miles ...grrrrrrrrrrrrr and $14 !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I reached Boston earlier than I expected as the road was empty and I was on 80 miles average speed. But the city looked deserted. Woh kehte haina "Naa banda naa bande ki zaat". However after sometime, I reached Massachusetts avenue the busiest road on Boston where life came back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been lucky with parking till now. Have collected 95$ parking tickets in totality till date (4th January, 11pm ET). But Boston has very good parking areas and pretty cheap too. I found a parking spot in one of the Park sites at meager 8$ for the day. (In New York I have paid 37$ for 3 hours too!!!). To top this I had a subway right in front of me which directly took me to the downtown. Most places are located around the downtown in Boston. After reaching downtown, I was thinking what to do next. Then I found a discounted bus tour for 20$. The smile reinforced :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first bus I got was going to an adjacent town called Harvard/Cambridge. I was about  to visit Harvard Business School!! The bus dropped me at Harvard square.  After just seeing he buildings around, its not very difficult to figure out why IIM Ahmedabad is made of Red Bricks :-PPP&lt;br /&gt;From Harvard Square, HBS is about 1 mile across the river. The river was completely frozen, temperature at that time being -8degrees. HBS is a set of 30 buildings and one of the 8 Ivy league colleges in North America. Mind you but they have written nowhere "Harvard Business School" except the Library. May be the whole idea is to attract as less visitors as possible. But a very silent campus, full of snow at this time of the year. Ivy on all the red bricked buildings. Halls named after Bloomberg, Morgan, Chase etc. The Harvard University has a biggest Library in the world. But it is located near the Harvard Square, 1 mile from HBS. There was a blood rush through my brain just thinking that "I am currently at Harvard Business School" :-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionless:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wonderful trip to Harvard, I took back the bus that would show me Boston after that. But I cared least about it. Driving for 4 hours continuous in the morning had taken a hell lot of energy from me. Also with the wind picking up it was getting more cold. I just saw rest of the monuments, fashion street, prudential, symphony hall etc from the bus and got down at Quincy market. Spent some time in the cold that was by now passing through my bones. Decided to chuck the financial district and head back to the car at about 5pm. I thought 7 hours in Boston was worth every penny of it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusion: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston has these set of tunnels that take you in and out of the city. I decided not to take the toll road for sure this time and then got confused and somehow landed in East Boston instead of south. There a gentleman gave me the exact directions to reach to Route 93 South. However took a wrong turn yet again and now I was heading for Chelsea. Fortunately they had many U turns on the way. I took one of them and returned to some gas station. Another gentleman helped. This time it worked as he was heading to the same route as I. So after ending confusion...I entered a stage of frustration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustration: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Boston...entered 6 mile of traffic... that's it!!  And I was still not sure if I was going right!! A U-turn here would spell hell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After driving for about 17 miles, I saw Route 95 South signboard. I was so happy :-)&lt;br /&gt;I had to continue on this for 209 miles and enter New York City... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally the Route 95 is very crowded as it a toll free route. So more the vehicles, more the Americans, more the confusion and more the accidents. I saw 2 accidents on the way that completely stalled me for like 6 miles each. The accidents were so bad that out of 3 lanes 2 had to be closed. I had thought not to stop anywhere but home this time. But the sight of these accidents and the delay just saddened me more. I was thinking of completing the journey in 4.5 hrs. But now it would be 5.5-6 hours of non stop driving. Cramps had already started to set in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut on the delay caused by the accidents, I started driving fast, real fast. I was almost 30 miles over in certain speed zones. They say, if you are 10 miles up you are on the line. I crossed it by a huge margin and thus had a Police officer behind me within 30 minutes of the surge!! I was caught driving at 96mph in a 65mph zone ;-)&lt;br /&gt;First I thought "Ab gayi bhains paani mein". I tried to come out of the car, and was immediately warned to get inside. By then I had my insurance and International License ready. The officer took it with him. Yahan Indianness kaam. With a rental car not booked on my credit card, an Indian license , he could have done nothing more than giving me a warning :-DDD and warning was "Since you are here for short term, I will just give you a warning. Now drive carefully!!" &lt;br /&gt;After that I didn't break the speed limits for next 60 miles till I left Connecticut through and through!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bliss: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another 100 miles and I saw the sign, George Washington Bridge to New Jersey!! I was just 30 minutes from home....With a severe head ache, tired legs, an eventful day and life long memories :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-9177899456707838101?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/9177899456707838101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=9177899456707838101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/9177899456707838101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/9177899456707838101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-happened-in-those-24-hours.html' title='What happened in those 24 hours....'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-583622539396788028</id><published>2008-12-10T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:45:32.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine experience!</title><content type='html'>I truly believe in luck. I believe everything is governed by the laws of luck in this world :-) &lt;br /&gt;I never expected to be where I am at this point of my life. I never expected some of the good things that happened and bad things too. But everything has to be taken with a pinch of salt. I never complain about my bad luck, but I surely enjoy my good luck. Somehow I was lucky to be in TAS and lucky enough to do an International stint with General Chemicals. Till date all my experiences have been fabulous and I expect them to continue for another month after which I leave them for pursuing next assignment in India. &lt;br /&gt;I never expected to see an underground mine in my life. But I was lucky to reach General Chemicals and they were kind enough to arrange a visit for me here in the high arid desert of Wyoming. So once again I was lucky on the good side of it.&lt;br /&gt;I was briefed about the safety requirements inside the mine on a short video before I started to get ready for the one time experience of my life. And believe me when they mean security it better be a good one. I haven't even heard of such structured security measures for everyone in any company till date. Gas masks, lights, auto alarms in case of Methane leakage, Exit direction indicators and 5 shafts to exit in case of emergency when only one is needed for entry. &lt;br /&gt;So here I was after being briefed about the security and ready to don the gear to enter the mine. Safety glasses, Light, Breathing apparatus, Bell, metal top shoes etc. &lt;br /&gt;I was accompanied by a miner called Steve. We made a gate entry at the mine entrance. I asked why then the answer was that if I didn't get back after a maximum of 8 hours they will identify who is missing and stop operations and start rescue. That would send shivers through anyone :-)&lt;br /&gt;We then entered through a mine shaft and went below ground 1600ft or 538m after a 8 minute ride on the elevator. Below the mine it was pitch dark. W/o the light I couldn't see my hand in front of my face :-O . However at the entry there were adequate lighting. From there we had to drive in a Jeep underground to where mining was taking place. Mind you this jeep is assembled completely below the mine as ths shaft is capable of handling only 2000 pounds. So its taken in parts and assembled below. This jeep runs under Interstate Highway 80 which connects east coast to the west coast. We drove 6 miles in pitch dark and reached the mine. Mind you they spray water to control dust in the mine and our two wheel drive jeep skid many a times. But Steve was good at controlling things underground.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a bore miner machine which was doing the mining at a rate of 2000 tons per hour. It is controlled by 6 computers up on the surface. It kind of moves like a snake and has lot of flexibility.The miners sure have a tough job. 8 hours in that darkness would surely make my days sad. &lt;br /&gt;After that I saw the loading area where the ore is collected from 4-5 mining locations where simultaneous mining happens. After the mine is drilled, the surface is pierced with 20mm iron drills to support the ceiling from not falling due to pressure from ground above. This all was a exciting process and very fast too!&lt;br /&gt;After about 2 hours below the ground we decided to come up. After exchanging pleasantries with the miners below, I came up 1600 feet to finish my first experience in a mine. It was truly Mine experience ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-583622539396788028?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/583622539396788028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=583622539396788028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/583622539396788028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/583622539396788028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/12/mine-experience.html' title='Mine experience!'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-7862375238422360238</id><published>2008-12-02T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:04:30.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life changes fast...</title><content type='html'>Usually people don't respect their life as they don't imagine that death could be too close to them at any instance. The recent attacks in Mumbai must surely have made many of them respect their lives. In a short period of 4 hours the fastest city in India was turned into ruins and curfew due to a well coordinated attack in the heart of Mumbai. The final toll was 195 and more than 500 people were injured as terrorist rampaged the city of Mumbai. &lt;br /&gt;For me it was nothing less that death of Mumbai. Death of security system, death of beliefs, death of freedom and death of what the city stands for. People say one may be a very strong person but death of someone you love might still break the person in you. &lt;br /&gt;I realized this only after the recent terrorist attacks in Mumbai.I have been in love with Mumbai for last 25 years, I truly have. This city has given me everything I have today. My identity, my beliefs, my respect, my education and now even my job. Watching the live streaming from my office was tearing my heart apart. I realized how hard the death of someone you love can be. I couldn't catch a wink of sleep that night. The sights of Taj burning, terrorists firing on common people couldn't just get out of my head. &lt;br /&gt;Before this incident, I least cared about my life, took unnecessary risks and laughed them away. But this incident made me realize how important my life can be to people around me. Even though they may not benefit from me being there, but the realization that I am there for them will keep them going. Also I realized that there are many things I kept on postponing till I felt the time was right. But now I realize that the time is right when you want it to be. So I sat don to write down what all I wanted to do from bottom of my heart but couldn't due to fear,laziness, availability of yet another day and what not! I think I have procrastinated many decisions in the past few months which I will do as soon as possible...&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I will change. I will try to do whatever I aspire to do in my life ahead of time as you never know...there just might not be a next day for you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-7862375238422360238?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/7862375238422360238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=7862375238422360238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/7862375238422360238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/7862375238422360238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-changes-fast.html' title='Life changes fast...'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-5975698387784635340</id><published>2008-10-10T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T04:29:26.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What should FinMin do?</title><content type='html'>The world finacial situation is very bad. All over there are banks failing and filing for bankruptcy. Today a big Japanese insurer also filed for bankruptcy in the morning. This financial overboil is sure to spill into the other sectors now. The bubble is too big to control. After US, European banks have come to the panic scene. Iceland has declared that their economy is heading towards bankruptcy. They had put too much money outside Iceland in such mortgage bonds. Last 1 month, US banks like Morgan Stanley and Goldman Sachs who are cash hungry have withdrawn tons of money out of Indian markets. This has led to a fall of markets from 21000 to 10200 few minutes ago within  a span of 6 months. This is not a good news for anyone. Everyone is losing money because of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The liquidity cruch has finally hit India. The worst part is that, the  money that is being withdrawn is going out of India. This has taken toll on the rupee as markets are facing a  shortage of USD. Dollar has touched 49 and is slated to cross 50 this time unless RBI pumps dollars in the market. However, it wont be of much use as final destination of that money too will be US which is already under recession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain Indian situation again. We are close to 12% on inflation. People of India have way too much cash with them which is driving prices up. These cash rich individuals are investing in stocks. However as explained earlier, this money is going to US. So its a high risk proposition to dwindle your portfolios now. If the money is with people then it is not with the banks as economics goes this way. Banks are facing the crunch to sustain and honour their prior commitments on derivatives and asset trading. RBI shelved CRR by 150bps today. This will infuse cash into these banks to the tune of 60000 crore. However this money will also go to USA. The reason being that banks are non manufacturing entities. The only way they can make profits is by investing in markets or lending loans. Nobody needs loans now as rate is too high and people have enough money now. So other options they have is to invest in markets which is taking nose dives everyday. So this is a critical time for such banks. To honour their commitments they are lifting loans at exhorbitant rates. This is not going to help their books in anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now is the time that Manmohan and his team should pitch in. They should take money out of these individual investors who are not only losing money in the market to US, but also keeping the inflation rate at a very high level. One way could be to float high interest giving government bonds with a 7yr lockin period. This will attract these individual investors to these bonds. The money will then be safe with government who then doesn't have to reduce CRR anymore. They can directly loan to banks in distress at lower rates. These banks can then cut their interest rates and hence taking a loan will again become a interesting proposition. Thus one source of revenue for banks will be ensured. Once investors enter into bond agreements with government, the share markets will stabalise as the volumes traded will reduce. Thus volatality in the market can be kept at bay. This will also reduce liquidity in the market with people and distribute it to the banks where it should be. Once the money reduces in hands of people, the inflation will come down automatically. The dollar will stay at 50 for some time. Once share markets become less active the big investment banks will hold their trades for some time. This will stabalise dollar for some time. India cannot afford a high dollar as we depend more on imports than exports. So future will be costly for government, but in all this game its better that only government loses and rest of the economy stays stable. Dollar can only be stabalised by increasing your exports, be it services or manufacturing. Now the time has come when its imperative for India to earn lots of dollars from international projects where ever there is an opportunity. After 7 years who knows the economic cycle will change its course and government can then invest heavily in the stocks and recover whatever it was supposed to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another option is to have heavy taxation to reduce inflation. However with elections coming in January, government can exercise this option only after that. Before that above method can keep a check on situation. Later on taxes can be increased and good tax incentives can be given to locals public for investing money in government bonds. The money distribution has to happen. Its important to check inflation now and everything else can bee tackled!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all following steps should help:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Government should sell high interest bonds to people with a lockin of 7 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Lend this money at lower rates to banks and stabalise CRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Increase taxes after 1 year to control inflation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Promote exports and give tax breaks for the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Bring down trading volumes somehow to control volatality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Restrict government investments into stocks for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give me feedback on tha above method. If am wrong somewhere, I will correct it accordingly!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-5975698387784635340?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/5975698387784635340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=5975698387784635340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/5975698387784635340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/5975698387784635340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-should-finmin-do.html' title='What should FinMin do?'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-4843744315124370239</id><published>2008-10-05T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:16:00.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rama-doze, what have you done?</title><content type='html'>India has enforced a smoking ban in all public places from October 2nd, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many newspapers carried this headline or something similar a few days ago. Mr. Ramadoss,the Health Minister of India who was behind asses of King Khan and AB to stop smoking on screen found that this time he could have his way. The smoking ban is enforced in many places as per the newpapers and a single article by the government in there. I cannot say what Ramadoss has done is a good thing or bad. However one thing for sure, it cannot be counted a an achievement. Without any proper infrastructure and methodology this is the most haphazard way to enforce something. He has been behind the people who make the news due to this petty issue when as a Health minister he could have done way better. All this looks like a publicity stunt to show that he is concerned for health of citizens of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets approach this problem analytically. Something what consultants do. India's population is 125 crores. Atleast 50% of the population can be safely assumed to be below 18 years. So that leave about 60 crore people who are eligible to smoke. Assuming a sex ratio of 1 (Its just an assumption) we get that about 30 crore males and 30 crore females are eligible to smoke. In India 30% of the population is below poverty line who cant afford more than a dollar a day, so they would chose not to smoke when there is fire in the belly!!&lt;br /&gt;This leaves about 21 crore males and 21 crore females. In India, the percentage of women who smoke would surely be below 10%. For whatever reasons, smoking is not a turn on amongst women (Ref: Orkut, Facebook, Myspace). This leaves about 23.1 crore people vulnerable to the tobacco companies.&lt;br /&gt;About 20% of the population of India is beyond 60 years. They have many medical problems. An they would not want to add more to those woes by smoking. As everyone knows "Smoking Kills". This leaves us with 18.5 crore people who are target segment.&lt;br /&gt;Out of these people, I would take a conservative estimate of 70% people who would be healthy and remain to be healty. So they would choose not to smoke although they fall in the prime customer segment for the tobacco companies.&lt;br /&gt;So now we have zeroed down to 6 crore peple who consume tobacco products. Out of these 30 would prefer gutka and pan to smoking. The set of people doing both may not be very significant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we have about 4 crore people in India, who smoke cigarettes and add to the business of cigarette companies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after conservative estimates, one this is clear that Congress is losing votes of this 8% population which can be a significant swing. For such an insignificant part of the population Ramadoss is ready to give away Rs 8500 crore excise that government gets every year and some vote bank too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever has been done is done.Now we will try to understand why Ramadoss took this step rather that forming a public health system which can benefit 100% of the population in a country where there is a dearth of good health services. The private players make merry as the government is incapable of handling such a scale. So nothing is done every term by any health minister. Ramadoss took up this issue to come to the limelight. Same was the case when he went against Venugopal, the director of AIIMS. It is very clear that Ramadoss is not concerned about public health but about his publicity in the media. &lt;br /&gt;As good citizens its our duty to question the minister who seems to be so concerned about public health to develop a medical network for the future. But I am sure he wont be able to answer the question. Because that question will expose him in media. Its too big a risk for him and his government and also too big an investment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mr. Rama-doze get up from your sleep and look at real issues rather than shining away in front of the media!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hate people who smoke cigarettes behind my back :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-4843744315124370239?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/4843744315124370239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=4843744315124370239' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/4843744315124370239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/4843744315124370239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/10/rama-doze-what-have-you-done.html' title='Rama-doze, what have you done?'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-3553912801268880907</id><published>2008-09-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:45:02.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!</title><content type='html'>Well, today happens to be the day when I saw the world for the first time about 25 years ago. Birthday used to be a very eventful day till last year, after which I left IIM Ahmedabad. &lt;br /&gt;During schooling days, it was an opportunity to break the shackles of uniform and just for one day be a bit different from the others. There used to be a huge buildup for the birthdays then. A lot had to be arranged a day before like chocolates, new clothes, return gifts etc. The one advantage of the birthday was that I wasn't punished that day in school, otherwise which was a common phenomenon :-)  I was kinda trouble child for my teachers. The day usually began with going to Mandir and taking blessings from all the Gods possible. And I am sure that I needed that very much :-)&lt;br /&gt;As the years passed by, birthday became more of a family affair when my relatives would come to my home. There would be a big celebration and a family dinner. Till then friends were never a part of my birthday other than in the school. The best part of having many relatives in a birthday is that one gets good number of gifts which I did enjoy then.&lt;br /&gt;After class X, the whole idea of college life grilled into me. Birthdays then became a friends affair. Treats, cakes and bumps became an integral part of the birthday. The times changed very fast till I completed engineering. The birthday was then celebrated at 2 levels. Once at the level of friends and other at home. At home it was the usual affair with family and friends. Only difference was that more of my relatives had shifted from other cities into Mumbai, so more gifts that's it [:-D] Due to time constraints at the college, the Mandir visits were shifted to afternoon when I used to return from college back home.&lt;br /&gt;During the stay at IIM Ahmedabad, the birthdays were painful. But the whole idea of bum bashing, cakes, GOH(s), dunking, Top 5 and lotsa photos was a different experience. And form D23, the Devils Den there used to be additional fire crackers in the menu. The idea of treats was limited in IIMA to groupies who by then became integral part of your existence at IIMA. I actually had one single group for the first year and if I find a chance we still meet for those "Group treats". In IIMA the nearest temple was that of Hanuman. So from taking blessings of many Gods, I had zeroed down to one, not because of choice, but by chance and the lack of will to travel beyond 1 km of the campus for anything.&lt;br /&gt;Today again is my birthday, the first one post IIMA. The day began as usual. Was up late night watching Heroes. So woke up a bit late. Being my birthday got my favorite breakfast of Ajwain waali puri. Since it was too late, decided to head to the Gods in the Mandir in the evening, when the day would have ended almost. The peril of traveling in trains and being late is that you get free body massage even if you don't intend to. In the morning fought my way into the fast train and waited till Dadar in a heavily crowded compartment. Somehow got down at Byculla and reached office. Luckily there are few other good friends who remembered my birthday and wished me in the morning itself. I promised them a treat, but unfortunately I am heading for Delhi tomorrow to the most hectic week of mine till date! Another year passes by and we move closer to the light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how the next year will turn out, but the corporate life is turning once the best day of my year into "just another day".  :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-3553912801268880907?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3553912801268880907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=3553912801268880907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3553912801268880907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3553912801268880907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-day.html' title='What a Day!'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-326686562275692969</id><published>2008-09-21T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:46:58.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mee Mumbaikar!</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to pen this down since last many days, but couldn't because of work and other time constraints. Yesterday a news headline of MNS workers rampaging on the shops that didn't meet the "Marathi Signboard" deadline provoked me to think. And when I think, I write. &lt;br /&gt;Since last many days, I have been thinking of what Raj Thackeray and his men have been up to. Many people believe its insane. But I have other feelings. I agree when Raj Thackeray says that Mumbai is getting crowded and the infrastructure cannot support it. We Mumbaikars have to keep the check on the rising population of the city as the amenities have already started to explode.&lt;br /&gt;What I don't agree is that Marathis should have the first right on the city. When the fate of the state of Bombay was being decided during formation of Maharashtra and Gujarat, many people were of the idea that if there has to be a regional and linguistic split then Bombay should be a union territory. The reason being, it was so multi cultural that it could not be classified as a part of Maharashtra. However the politicians then were sure that Bombay would serve as a Golden egg laying hen being a port and a textile haven of the West before that title went to Ahmedabad. &lt;br /&gt;So despite pressures from various sections of the society, Bombay or Mumbai was merged with Maharashtra.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Thackeray believes that if people from UP and Bihar leave the city, the problems will be solved. I say that with the cost of living in Mumbai, a person has to earn a minimum amount so that he holds on to the boat of opportunity. A person who doesn't have a capability of earning a minimum amount will feel the pinch and will be eliminated automatically from the system by the "Darwin's natural selection theory"&lt;br /&gt;The city supports the one that it needs. The others have to go some time or the other. However till then everyone should have the chance to make it big and being an Indian nobody can deny them that chance!&lt;br /&gt;My father has a factory and he tells me that, MNS is demanding 80% reservations for Marathis in small scale in their industrial estate. He opines that if he does that, then the efficiency of the factory will come down by at least 50%. Not only because Marathis are inefficient, but also because the employees will not respect the employer then. They will feel there is someone more stronger than the employer. This will lead to havoc as industries will start considering to move to states like Gujarat which are more industry friendly. &lt;br /&gt;Also recently, Jaya Bacchan made a comment about speaking in Hindi as she is from UP, which was criticized by Raj and his men. They disrupted premier of "The Last Lear" a Amitabh movie. I think they are forgetting that India's national language is Hindi and it always comes above any other regional language. However Jaya Bacchan should have avoided to make any such comment in public as she is a national figure. I don't say anyone is right or wrong here. I just say that whatever happened was wrong and both parties contributed to the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, MNS started as a party to bring about a change that, the useless parties like Congress and BJP couldn't bring in Maharashtra. I saw it as a party that will change the face of Maharashtra and bring it back to the top by bringing more industries, employment and investments. But sadly it has turned into, A bunch of goons with a fool sitting at the top shouting "Mumbaikar mhanje Marathich aso" which means "Mumbaikar should be Marathi"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-326686562275692969?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/326686562275692969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=326686562275692969' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/326686562275692969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/326686562275692969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/09/mee-mumbaikar.html' title='Mee Mumbaikar!'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-3751591193251048594</id><published>2008-09-08T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T01:41:58.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 unique things about Mumbai</title><content type='html'>A lot can be said about Mumbai for days together. But here I just compile a list of 30 things that are unique to this city which has been a part of my life for the last 24 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) An evening walk along the Queen's Necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A typical Mumbaiya bhelpuri at Juhu beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A night cruise along Gateway of India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) A Victoria ride from Taj Mahal Hotel to CST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A midnight biryani at Bade Miyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Local trains the lifeline of Mumbai that run for 21 hours a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) IMAX Wadala, the biggest dome theater in India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Lalbaug ka Raja, a place where every wish gets granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Fashion street &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Aadi galli, in Byculla where the black market for shoes opens at 3am everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Mumbai rains which go on and on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Mumbai-Pune expressway to express yourself at 150Kmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Essel World where the fun never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Vada pav....The Staple food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Mysore Cafe at Matunga with ultimate Southie cuisine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) This one's for Bubba....Cricket at Shivaji Park on Sunday mornings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Bollywood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) The Nariman point--- where the money is generated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Dalal Street where dreams come up and crash together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) The Malabar hill....the strip of land that costs a fortune to own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Leopold, Mondy's, SBX...all seem to be in one line as of now ;-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Andheri traffic :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Siddhi Vinayak- There is something unique out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) A walk to Haji Ali when there is high tide looming around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Nirmal Lifestyles, the biggest mall in Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Go Karting Hill in Powai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) The IIT Mumbai campus, there is a full world out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Dharavi, Asia's largest slum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Mangaldas market, the largest cloth market on can imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) And finally the unmatched pace and the spirit of the city which keeps people who live here to go on and on and on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more such things about Mumbai that no other city can promise, but that is what differentiates this city from others. Its here that moolah stays!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-3751591193251048594?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3751591193251048594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=3751591193251048594' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3751591193251048594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3751591193251048594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/09/30-unique-things-about-mumbai.html' title='30 unique things about Mumbai'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-7833284693411386530</id><published>2008-08-28T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T05:41:47.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandinavia</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd pen down my experiences of Scandinavia at one go as I had completed all the four countries together. This was my longest and the second most expensive trip after Greece,Spain and Portugal trip. On this trip, I was along with Puli,Baburao, Tamchu, Rohan Rai,Gopineedi, Eda and Kunti. &lt;br /&gt;The entry to Scandinavia was through Denmark. So we took a night train from Cologne to Copenhagen. That day it was Gods grace and Tamchu was not in our cabin. The above people know what I am exactly talking about. Any how this night train is the one which goes through the under sea tunnel. The entire journey through the tunnel is 4 minutes and is mostly during the night. SO there are no exciting things about experiencing it. We reached Copenhagen in the morning and had 3 hours before we moved to Oslo. So we went out in the city and saw some monuments. A brief walk around the city was more than enough as Copenhagen has not much to offer to the tourists. However we did see some India cinema halls and food courts there. There is also a Ripley's museum there. Interested people may like to go there. The museum is about 15 minutes from teh central station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Copenhagen we took a train to Oslo with a change point at Gotenberg. From Oslo we had to catch another train. But luck wronged us this time too. Our train stopped at a God forsaken station in Sweden and there was an announcement that train won't go any further. The railways had arranged buses which took us to Gotenberg but not before we missed our train to Oslo. We had excellent negotiator in the form of Baburao who took up the challenge and not only got a refund on the tickets, but also got us free tickets onto a bus to Oslo. The bus journey was a first for Tamchu...in the sense he was traveling for the first time in a bus that had a WC. This kept him excited throughout the journey. But fate had something else for us in store. We missed our night train to Bergen which left just 7 minutes before we reached the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we had 8 hours before the next train and nothing to do. So we started to roam on the streets of Oslo at 12 midnight. Rohan Rai was shocked to see the inflation in Norway and so was I. A pack of 17 cigarettes cost me 10 Euros. It was too cold so we avoided going to the port and saw some monuments and a fort which are right in the center of the city. When we came back at 1am we found the police telling everyone to vacate the station. This was because there is a curfew at the Oslo station from 1am to 5am (I still swear at them for driving us into 5 degrees outside). Anyways we sat outside a closed Cafe and started talking so that we don't feel cold. Some ran, some walked and some talked. After 2 hours we realized that there is a cafe open on the other side of the subway. Unable to bear the cold, we got into the cafe. I remember we just bought 2 coffee, and spent 4 hours in the cafe. The cafe owner was so kind that he did not drive us out even though he had good business coming in the form of other unfortunate tourists who had also missed the same train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways we caught the next train in the morning. Initially everyone slept as no one was able to catch any sleep last night. But the we awoke to the most amazing sights that we had ever seen. The Oslo-Bergen route is very scenic and please take a day train if you want to enjoy it completely. There are many glaciers in the way and the train stops there for sufficient time for clicking photographs of the pristine beauty. We enjoyed the Oslo Bergen train and took a next train to Flam to see the Fjords. The second train cost us more and was pretty depressing. The Oslo Bergen route was way way scenic as compared to the Bergen-Flam train. From Flam we took a cruise to see the Fjords. This was one of the most amazing experiences of mine in the Scandinavia. The entire trip was costly but every penny spent was worth it. Mind you, it can get very very cold in the Fjords, so carry good amount of warm clothing with you. The cruise ends at some place called Goodwingen from where we took a bus back to Bergen. From Bergen we came to Oslo again where I was split from my group who was returning back as some of them had classes :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Oslo, I took a 6 hour train to Stockholm. The entire route is beautiful but becomes monotonous after some time. From Stockholm I had planned to go to the Arctic Cirle in Rovaniemi. I couldn't get a sitting ticket on the 9pm train. So I took a ticket on the 5:20pm train which was 15 minutes after I bought the ticket. So I decided to give Stockholm a skip and see it while coming back. From Stockholm, I went to Boden Central where the train splits into 2. One part goes to Narvik and another to Lulea. I went out to the station and found I was the only one there. Swedes are very helpful people and one of them told me that I had to go to Lulea if I wanted to go to Rovaniemi. So I was lucky to catch the part of the train going to Lulea. At Lulea, I had to take a bus that goes to Haparanda which is the border town on Swedish side. The bus takes 3 hours and is free on Eurail. I walked across a 2 kilometer border as there are no buses in between. Thus I reached the border town of Torino on the Finnish side. Unfortunately it was a Sunday and there were no supermarkets open. Nor could I see anyone on the streets. They say in Hindi " Na banda dikha, na bande ki zaat". I went to a Pizza counter. The lady told me that there was a bus at 1:20pm to Rovaniemi direct. It was 12:40 in my watch. I was happy for a moment till I realized that while crossing over to Finland, I had fucking crossed a time line of 1 hour. So according to Finnish time it was 1:40pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited at the bus station for next 1 hour as the temperature outside was -8 degrees. The air was very dry and frost could be seen all around. The good thing about that bus station was that they had also mentioned the railway timetable there. So I went to a city called Kemi in the bus at about 2:30pm. This town is 30km away from Torino. There I caught a train at 3pm which took me to Rovaniemi at 4:15pm. And at 4pm there was pitch dark in Rovaniemi. The arctic circle is about 8km from the city. I caught a bus to reach there. The Santa village closes at sunset. So try to make it earlier to get some really good Souvenirs from Santa himself :-)&lt;br /&gt;I spent about 30 minutes at the Arctic Circle before I realized that I had missed my last bus to Rovaniemi. So I shelled out 18 euros for a taxi back to the station :-(&lt;br /&gt;It is suggested to book your tickets to Helsinki as soon as you reach Rovaniemi as the train gets full really fast. I was very tired by then and hence booked a sleeper for the night at a whopping cost of 26 euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken up by the guard at the Helsinki station so that the train can go to the train yard. I was so tired the other night that I slept in the train at the Helsinki station for 30 minutes after the train had arrived. Helsinki is a good business city with some gems like the port, Dom, University and the Grand Casino. I am a sattebaaz and so had to go to the casino. The casino was very pseud. They made me a entry card, which had my photo on it and verified me properly. There were host of games out there. But I loved Roulette the most. I had bet 50 euros there in multiples of 10 euros in 15 minutes. I was cursing myself, when I won a 50 euro on the last 10 euro bet. Thus in all I lost 10 euros and happily exited the casino after a good experience. Helsinki has a huge lake ans a walk along it can be very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you reach Helsinki, do book your cruise to Stockholm on Silja Line which is the ossumest cruise, by any standards. I got a whole room for 4 euros as the ship was running empty that day. There re host of things one can do on the cruise. There iss a very nice theater inside, a casino, a dance club, tax free shops, many restaurants and the deck obviously. If one wants they can do a Titanic style arm spread on the deck. Anyways, I just bet some euros in the casino, watched Die Hard 4, bought many chocolates from the tax free shops and slept really nicely on one of the best Ocean cruises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching Stockholm station, I realized that I have just 3 hours in the city as the next and the last train was waiting for me after that. I still regret that, I couldn't give enough time to Stockholm, the most beautiful city in Scandinavia. I just saw the port and the Vasa museum. This museum holds the ship that sank in 30 minutes in the Stockholm port. It is a nice experience to enjoy that. Even my camera batteries conked off in Stockholm, so couldn't get many photos out there. All in all, I screwed up the experience, I could have had in a very beautiful city. Please do keep one full day to see Stockholm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Stockholm, I came back to Germany via Malmo Central, Copenhagen and Hamburg. Scandinavia was one of my best adventures, I had in Europe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-7833284693411386530?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/7833284693411386530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=7833284693411386530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/7833284693411386530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/7833284693411386530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/scandinavia.html' title='Scandinavia'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-3610496535105687900</id><published>2008-08-24T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:43:47.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Czech Republik</title><content type='html'>I planned this trip very late during December and this was the last country I had visited. After being,  ditched by Gilla God and Hickey, I was lucky to find Taid and Radhika on the Frankfurt station when they were also heading towards Praha. There is a night train from Frankfurt that goes to Praha everyday. Since Czech wasn't included in Schengen then we had to pay some money for the tickets to reach there. Also at the border they stamped a 3 day entry onto our passports when we entered. But now there is no problem and Czech is very much accessible from this year onwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just visited Praha in Czech and mind you, its the only city worth visiting after I went through the Internet about other attractions. The city was way beyond my expectation for a previous communist country. Everything here is very economical right from food, conveyance and Absinthe (Holy water). The city has many attractions like the biggest astronomical clock of Europe, the Charles bridge, Opera house and the market near central square. I bought a 3 player chess from Praha, a bottle of Absinthe (80% alcohol) and some nice souvenirs. A day is enough to see Praha if one doesn't want to try out the Absinthe shots the traditional way with sugar!&lt;br /&gt;The stay is also very cheap here and Sutta lovers can get the cheapest suttas out here. Being in Eastern Europe, it can get very cold (Upto -10 degrees) in December. So plan a trip not late than November to Praha. The city has many museums and nice markets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Praha one can go to Slovakia which has nice mountain ranges calles Tatras. I didn't visit them but from the description that Jhumka gave to me, it was similar to Swiss Alps. So people who are on Schengen and don't have a Swiss visa, Slovakian Tatras can be a good compensator.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-3610496535105687900?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3610496535105687900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=3610496535105687900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3610496535105687900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3610496535105687900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/czech-republik.html' title='Czech Republik'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-5725538417290389606</id><published>2008-08-24T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:07:35.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Netherlands</title><content type='html'>The only city I felt worth visiting in Netherlands is Amsterdam when I was planning my trip. But I was disappointed to some extent. I rate it as nothing but a piece of land floating on water with drugs, prostitutes and booze all around. Somehow I didn't like this culture there. I visited some ancient bridges in Amsterdam. The cruise in the canal is costly and not worth it from the look of it. I went to Madame Tussauds in Amsterdam which is for about 19 euros. But I felt it was a bit small for the price tag it had along with it. One may find good Indian food and cinema halls in Amsterdam because of a  high Indian population there. Overall on a scale of 5 I would rate Amsterdam 1.5. Some people may like Amsterdam who went there for any specific reason. But for tourists who want to see something new in a city, Amsterdam really sucks!&lt;br /&gt;Football freaks can visit some football clubs which are in plenty near the city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-5725538417290389606?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/5725538417290389606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=5725538417290389606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/5725538417290389606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/5725538417290389606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/netherlands.html' title='Netherlands'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-8107099294719802685</id><published>2008-08-24T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:00:55.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belgium</title><content type='html'>Belgium is very easily accessible from Germany. There are about 4 direct trains from Cologne to Brussels Midi station. The city as such has not many architectural features. And after so many cities building just dont excite you unless they are very unique. There is a Grand Platz, atominium and Manekin Piss which are famous in Brussels. They are very close from each other. Other than this Brussels is very famous for chocolates. And the chocolates available here are best in taste and variety. But being called the Capital of Europe everything here pinches the pocket. But I still bought chocolates worth 35 euros from here which was about 750gms. There is a nice chocolate shop called NeuHaus is the Grand Platz which is a good shop to check the variety on offer :-)&lt;br /&gt;Brussels has the best metro system in Europe in terms of the scale after Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited a small town called Brugge which is about 2 hours from Brussels. The town clearly has the colors of French architecture in it. The monuments are exciting and the cruise on the canals of the city can be good. But its no more than a 3 hour city walk. One can get good souvenirs in Brugge in some shops near the central square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then this Belgium just has Antwerp which is a city of diamonds, but it didn't excite me and hence was not on my to visit list. The whole of Belgium ca be done in a 2 days if one is very relaxed while traveling. But its not a country worth missing at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-8107099294719802685?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/8107099294719802685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=8107099294719802685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/8107099294719802685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/8107099294719802685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/belgium.html' title='Belgium'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-736003513253800807</id><published>2008-08-24T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:34:25.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy</title><content type='html'>This was the trip, I was very wary of as our seniors had really bad experiences in Italy. Some of them were mugged and robbed. I suggest when going to Italy then please go with your friends, do not accept any drinks or food from strangers anywhere. They could be drugged. Unfortunately I was alone on the Italy trip which was right before my first lecture at WHU i.e two months after I had reached Germany :-) &lt;br /&gt;So it was an end of a really long vacation of 2 months hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had decide to do Italy at one stretch altogether. I had about 8 days to finish of Italy somewhere in the middle of November. It is suggested than on a Euro Trip its better to visit countries like Italy,Greece, Spain and Portugal in November end and December as these countries remain pleasant even in the middle of fall. And before I write my experience any further, I strongly suggest "DO NOT GO TO ITALY ALONE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my trip at Milan which was about 9 hours from Cologne. A night train to Milan is the best option for people in Germany. France generally also has a similar set up for Milan. While reaching Italy one has to pass through Switzerland unless traveling from France. So if you don't have a valid Swiss visa or residence permit then be ready to stopped at the borders at Germany. And don't worry if they bring a 4 feet hound to sniff all your possessions in the train. From Germany to Italy one gets checked at the borders for 4 times so your sleep is going to get screwed. Be ready for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milan is a fashion capital of the Europe. There is not much to see in the city except a excellently carved Dom in the central square which is about 25 minutes walk from the central station. Milan is mainly the change over point for rest of Italy and to reach south France.If you are a fashion freak or a gal you would love to see the collection of the fashion in the city stores but most of the stuff is way beyond the reach of a poor exchange student. But I had decided that I will go back again to Milan to buy all those stuff when I am capable of. And when I decide then it a mark on the stone!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Milan I traveled to the "City of Love" Venice which takes about 2.5 hours. When traveling in Italy one needs a special reservation charge on the trains. The first sight out of station of Venice St.Luzia was water, everywhere and anywhere. Do buy a good map from the station if you wish not to gt lost in Venice. The city is very very complicated. I considered myself as a good map reader until I got lost in Venice. The city as such is full of water. If you are single and alone then it can be a pretty boring place to be in. However I had gone there for the Venician glass. There are tremendous number of glass shops where one can shop for different types of glass. I bought glass souvenirs worth 48 euros from Venice. The St Marks Platz is very good and at the edge of Grand Canal which is really grand! Venice is also famous for its numerous bridges and cathedrals. Some of the bridges are a mark in history. However, one warning is that never buy anything from Venice streets. 99% it will be fake at wont work after you try it!!&lt;br /&gt;Late nights at Venice can be beautiful, but as 60% of the population has left the city so it can be very lonely and you can get easily lost. It looks like a true mafia city at nights. So if possible take a train from Venice the same day before the dusk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Venice I came to Milan again as I was very sleepy and slept throughout the journey. From Milan I took a night train to Rome. I know IIMA guys are rare to find, but in Rome I met Akriti at the central station. So we decided o see Rome together. Rome is such a city that demands 2 days of your life. There is so much that the city has on offer for tourists. The Vatican itself can take one day in all. I climbed the Vatican Dom which is called St. Peters Basilica. There is a lift which takes you to 3rd floor after which one has to climb 300 steps to reach the top. The entire thing is tiring but it is worth experiencing. The view of the Rome from the Basilica is worth dying for again and again. Vatican museum is also one of the best museum that I visited by paying money and I loved it. The wall paintings are fantabulous and picturesque. The Pope addresses in Vatican from the central window every Wednesday. I missed it, but interested people can plan their trip accordingly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than Vatican, Rome has lots of monuments to offer. Their metro system is pretty good and all the major attractions are along the 2 metro lines. So a day pass of metro makes a lot of sense in Rome. Do visit the Collosseo during the day and night as the view is awesome. Rome is a city which has to be seen in the day and again in the night. The city is nicely lit up. But some monuments close at the night. Do check the timings on the internet before you go there. The major attractions include Colloseo, Vatican, Agnelo's Castle, Spanish steps, Trevi Fountain, Pantheon, Ruins etc. The stay at any youth hostel in Rome is not more than 20 euros with breakfast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Rome,I took a train next day to Pisa which is about 1.5 hours from there. One gets a bus to the site of the leaning tower from outside the station. Other than the leaning tower and some marble mines Pisa has nothing to offer even to Italy,forget about me.  But the experience of leaning tower is amazing! The full building looks as if it will fall any moment. The walk upto Leaning tower is about 15 euros and not really worth it. Its better to see the tower from different angles. The base of the tower is also strange. Its a exciting set up in all! One can get good souvenirs outside the Pisa site. Some of them are actually good and a value for money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was traveling on the west coast by now. From Pisa, I headed to Cinque Terra which is a set of 5 villages along the sea near La Spezia. One of the villages is Sonia Gandhi's native place. I exactly don't remember which one. But Cinque Terra is worth a watch. The most awesome view of the sea and the nature walks up the hill are really good. One can take the trails from any one the 5 villages. The views are picturesque and the sunset looks really good. One can get good set of photographs before dusk here. The closest major station to Cinque Terra is La Spezia. Milan is about 3 hours from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Cinque Terra, I came to Milan and took a night train to Koblenz back after a period of 8 days and reached directly in my first lecture at WHU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I regret is that I didn't have time for Florence which is an architectural marvel. But its ok...fir kabhi sahi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-736003513253800807?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/736003513253800807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=736003513253800807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/736003513253800807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/736003513253800807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/italy.html' title='Italy'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-4779903756818423375</id><published>2008-08-21T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T05:39:23.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greece</title><content type='html'>I had decided that to save money by traveling through Italy to Greece is a pain. So I had booked a cheap direct flight from Cologne to Athens. German Wings is a relatively cheap airline that took me to Athens for about 70 euros. The day when I reached Athens was boring. Athens was experiencing a bad thunderstorm and our plane could barely hold on to the runway due to cross winds. The metro from the airport to Acropolis which the central Athens takes about an hour to reach. I stayed that night at the Backpackers Youth hostel. It is a nice YH about 50m from Acropolis station. They charge 25 euros for a bed and breakfast with a free drink at their amazing bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Athens was much below the expectations. Apart from the Acropolis, some old ruins and Agora temple there was nothing much in the city. So I headed for a cruise to the Aegina islands off the coast of Greece from Patras, the port of Athens. The cruise was very nice as I could capture pictures of sea gulls in my camera when they were moving at the same speed as us. Aegina island has a wonderful archaeological site worth watching. The scenic beauty from the island is also very good. One can experience Octopus meat as it is known to be a delicacy there. Since I was alone, I didn't hire a car for my travel through the island. But nevertheless its a good option. The duration of cruise is 1 hour and ticket price was 7 euros single side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had reached back Athens on the same day. i didn't want to start another day from Athens, so  decided to visit Meteora which is a group of monasteries on high rocks in central Greece. To make the experience better I took a bus from Athens bus station B to Trikala a town near the village of Kalambaka which is at the foot of those monasteries. I was shocked when I spent 22 euros and 5 hours on a bus to realize that Trikala had no youth hostels. So the best option was to sit for the night in a cyber cafe @ 2 euros per hour. In the morning I took the first bus to Kalambaka which was 30 km away. From Kalambaka I took a one way taxi to Meteora for 6 euros. Meteora is one of the most beautiful places in Greece. Once you reach there then you realize automatically why the monks chose that destination for monasteries. The entire area is very calm and serene and the views from Meteora are also photography material. Once I came out from meteora, I realized that there were no taxis. I started walking down the jungle but changed my mind when I saw a pack of wolves about half a kilometer from me. I walked back and hitch hiked with a cement carrying van to Kalambaka. From here I took a train to Thessaloniki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thessaloniki is a sad business city unless one wants to explore the outskirts. There is a grave of "Alexander the Great's" father about 30 km from the city. But I had other plans. I was excited by the plan of crossing into Germany from eastern Europe via Bulgaria, Romania, Hungary and Austria. Therefore I took a ticket to Sofia for the night train, thinking that my residence permit doesn't bar me from traveling that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the border the Greeks, allowed me into the Bulgarian territory However the Bulgarian police stopped me and instructed me to alight from the train. My passport was with the police for 2 hours and I was made to sit in the Control Room. The next train to Thessaloniki came at about 10:40pm and I was put on that train. My whole plan had been thrashed. I didn't know what to do next as I hadn't booked my tickets to Germany. As I was thinking about this I realized that the train hadn't moved from Thessaloniki station since a long time. I came out of my wagon to find that it was the only wagon on the station. The train was separated at the station. I cursed my luck and got down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky that there was a super fast Inter city to Athens at 2am i.e 1 hour later. I booked a reservation for it and reached Athens at 6am and it was raining terribly. I again went to the backpackers youth hostel, but they were full. So now the only option was to fly to Germany on the same day. And you know what, there was no flight less than 340 euros to Germany. So I decided I would rather fly to Barcelona as I knew Melona aka Sriram R would be there. So I took a 3 hour and 100 euro ticket to Barcelona. I was so tired that I ordered all the hard drinks possible on the flight and slept for at least 2 hours. Luckily in Barcelona, I found Jhumka there too at Melona's place and we proceeded to see Spain and Portugal together from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Greece was my costliest trip in Europe and all because of the day when I was deported back from Bulgaria!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-4779903756818423375?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/4779903756818423375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=4779903756818423375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/4779903756818423375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/4779903756818423375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/greece.html' title='Greece'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-2870312904613416640</id><published>2008-08-21T03:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:49:48.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luxembourg</title><content type='html'>A sick sick sick nation. Nothing in there for the travelers except a walk in the old town, Adam's bridge and Casemates. It was the closest country from my place Koblenz at about 2 hours. The only thing good about Luxembourg is that you can get cheap trains to Paris from there. If you have an hour to spare in Luxembourg then it is way too much time than it deserves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-2870312904613416640?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2870312904613416640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=2870312904613416640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/2870312904613416640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/2870312904613416640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/luxembourg.html' title='Luxembourg'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-1495523259246240309</id><published>2008-08-21T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:47:03.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal</title><content type='html'>I happened to be on the trip to Portugal with Jhumka. We reached Lisbon first where Jhumka had to book his tickets to Paris. The Lisbon station is one hell of an architectural marvel. While he was booking his tickets, I happened to be there and his address somehow stuck in my mind "32,Grand Rue, Savigny De Orge, Paris". This address is of significance and you will realize its significance some time later on.&lt;br /&gt;I had already decided to stay one day in Lisbon and head to Porto next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near Lisbon there is a awesome place called Sintra, which is about 30 minutes from Lisbon. This place is a must must go for people traveling to Portugal. The place is like a natural park with castles and Dom in the heart of the jungles. There are in all 3 castles in Sintra. The bus tickets for the whole day are available in the railway station or directly on the bus. Like Spain, Portugal is also very cheap. In Sintra one can get lost in the world of flowers, jungle walks and lost trails easily. From atop , two of the castles one gets a panoramic view of the Atlantic Ocean beyonh which there is no land till America. Sintra can be called as the photographer's delight in Portugal. Sintra is well connected by train from Lisbon and train frequency is very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had done Sintra, Jhumka decide we should have Indian food. He had found a restaurant called "Gandhi Palace" in Lisbon where I was supposed to stay that day. Jhumka had a late night train to catch that day. We spent at least 1.5 hours searching for Gandhi Palace in the central Square of Lisbon. We hogged food like beasts and spent about 36 euros for a meal that would have cost us 5 euros in India. It was the first time in 2 months that we had Indian food in Europe. After that Jhumka bid adieu and we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day I had to see Lisbon and head for Porto. I didn't find Lisbon very interesting after I had seen about 18 countries in Europe. So I decided to take and early train to Porto. I had my flight from Porto to Saarbrucken in Germany on a no frills carrier. I found Porto much better with nice beaches, a grand bridge over a river and good museums. The only thing I forgot to mention was that by then my watch had conked off. I had to catch a flight at 7pm and I was roaming on a beach thinking it is 4:30pm while the actual time was 6:15pm. I realized this only when my mother called me from India and I had an opportunity to look at the time. I rushed in a cab  to the airport which was 40km from the beach but couldn't make to it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the exciting part. I had to be on the flight to Germany as I had bidding for my courses the next day. So I went to Air Berlin ticketing, who informed me that next flight was in 2 days and I had to shell 55 more euros for it. The only flight taking me closest to Germany was a flight to Paris which cost me 101 euros. I thought of calling Jhumka who was on exchange in Paris. That's when I realized he must also have been in a flight. I had no where to go from Paris Orly airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the address. I had remembered the address of Jhumka and reached Savigny De Ogre at about 12 midnight. I reached there in an airport bus as France transport was on strike that week. At that hour and 2 degree Celsius, I found help in a Pizza store guy who happened to be Sri Lankan. He helped me with the address to Grand Rue. I misread Jhumka's address as 32 Savigny instead of 39 Savigny and searched for his place for about an hour in the biting cold. Help came from a French neighbor of Jhumka who asked me a golden question "Are you looking for some Indian students?" And bang, I found his house where Jamna aka Rajiv Bharti was shocked to see me there. When Jhumka saw me reaching before him to his house he was just foxed. I then explained all the things, had a nice mal and left their place in 4 hours. It was certainly one of those exciting days on my Euro trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-1495523259246240309?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/1495523259246240309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=1495523259246240309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/1495523259246240309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/1495523259246240309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/portugal.html' title='Portugal'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-8317333367351677862</id><published>2008-08-21T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:05:50.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain</title><content type='html'>Spain is a very lively country overall. On one hand in Germany people prefer being quiet in public places, Spain is the complete opposite of it. Once you are here you can feel the rush and excitement of the culture. I happened to just briefly visit Spain and had to comfort myself by visiting just Barcelona and Segovia. I knew I wasn't doing justice to my trip, but that is how it had to be considering train timings etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona is a very lively city with tons and tons of excitement around it. There are cafes, bars, cabarets all around the central part of the city which as far as I remember was called Catalunya. I just had 5 hours to see the city. The monuments like Sagrada Familia are very good and within the city. The metro network here is one of the best that I saw. Spain overall is very cheap as compared to France or Germany for that matter. A tourist map is available at small convenience stores along the streets of Barcelona. I traveled with Jhumka aka Balakumar on the trip to Spain and Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segovia is a small suburb about 2 hours from Madrid. We had heard that there is not much in store for us in Madrid and so headed directly to Segovia from the Madrid station. Segovia is an ancient Roman town with a 1.5km Roman wall in the city. The town is on a hill and gives a very nice feel of the culture of the Romans there. The Dom is very nice and the ambiance around the town is also very silent. The vie from the top of the town i.e from inside the castle of Segovia is tremendous. A nice Panoramic photograph of the same can validate my feelings about the place. Other than the castle, Dom and the town walk Segovia doesn't hold much for attraction of the tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Segovia we returned to Madrid to catch our next night train to Lisboa the capital of Portugal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-8317333367351677862?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/8317333367351677862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=8317333367351677862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/8317333367351677862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/8317333367351677862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/spain.html' title='Spain'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-6205410168174046707</id><published>2008-08-21T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T02:06:55.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monte Carlo</title><content type='html'>For all the Formula I lovers like me, exchange gives you the only chance to see the F1 track at Monte Carlo. This small country is located on 453 square hectares and from its coast one can see the countries of France and Italy on either side. And once you reach the coast you can see the entire country in a single view together.&lt;br /&gt;This small country is still under monarchy and the Royal Castle is the biggest building which I could see here. The country has lots of canoe and sailing freaks who get out every evening in the sea. This country is 20 minutes from the city of Nice.&lt;br /&gt;They have one of the largest casinos right above the railway station which is very nicely made in a whole mountain. The mountain top has the casino. There is not much to do in Monte Carlo other than walking on the sides of F1 track or playing in a Casino. I preferred the former.&lt;br /&gt;Food and other items are on a higher price point here. The night view of the country is worth watching as it overlooks the silent Mediterranean Sea casting its reflections upon it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-6205410168174046707?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/6205410168174046707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=6205410168174046707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6205410168174046707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/6205410168174046707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/monaco.html' title='Monte Carlo'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-2066516828721289163</id><published>2008-08-21T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:58:40.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>France</title><content type='html'>People say that France is a very big country and to see it altogether you need to stay there. I did not challenge that thought and just visited the crucial cities in the country, mostly on the western part of the country. From Germany the best way to get to France it to take a Thalys from Cologne which offloads you to Paris Nord in about 2.5 hours. But being a private carrier it charges 15 Euros on Eurail pass too. I just had one experience with them and felt that the government carrier TGV was much better in terms of speed as well as comfort. For people who want to reach Paris for cheap there are 2 options. From Cologne go to Strasbourg in an ICE train. From there there is a daily train to Paris East which charges 5 euros. The overall journey time then inflates to 4 hours. Or else one can take a train from Cologne to Luxembourg in an ICE train nd from there take a TGV to Paris Nord which charges 3.5 euros on Eurail. The overall journey time here is 4.5 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris is also known as the city of lights. One would come to know of this when they reach the Eiffel tower in the night. To go to the top level of Eiffel they charge 11.5 euros, but it is every worth of a penny. It is suggested to walk through the city rather than taking buses or trams. The city of Paris deserves at least 2 days of your Euro trip to see the magical  Mona Lisa in the Louvre, Notterdam cathedral, a cruise in river Siene,a walk along the victory path near Louvre and many more such artistic beauties. Its suggested to take a day pass though because some of the monuments are far away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;We saw Paris on the "White Night" when all the monuments in Paris are fully lit and open for tourists all night. The white night happens on 2nd October. It is advisable to reserve tickets before hand. We didn't and thus reached Paris in 14 hours under expert guidance of Twisty aka Abhishek Gopal. But the experience of reaching Paris by switching 7 trains was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;For people who like museums, Louvre can take at least 4-7 days if you want to see it completely. The painting opposite to "The Mona Lisa" is much more marvelous than Lisa because is made on a 30ft by 30 ft wall!&lt;br /&gt;Food in Paris is costly and be ready to shell anywhere between 10 to 21 euros for a good mean in a Parisian Cafe. Otherwise McDonalds and Burger King come to the rescue anyday.&lt;br /&gt;In all I had 3 trips to Paris. Two of them voluntary and one was involuntary when I missed my flight to Germany from Porto, Portugal and had to take flight to Paris, because my watch had conked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the southern coast of Franc I visited Nice and Cannes. They are mostly similar in the scenic beauty except that Nice has rocky beaches and Cannes has sand beaches :-)&lt;br /&gt;If you like sea and beaches then these cities are the places for you. I personally went to see the Cannes Film Festival Auditorium. I couldn't see any other southern France cities as the Eurail passes have a limited reservations on the trains and hence I couldn't get any tickets to Bordeaux or Marsielle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-2066516828721289163?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2066516828721289163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=2066516828721289163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/2066516828721289163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/2066516828721289163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/france.html' title='France'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-8492138204985042582</id><published>2008-08-20T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:10:03.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switzerland</title><content type='html'>If there is heaven on earth then it has to be in Switzerland. The most scenic country in the entire Europe that I saw was this. Being very close to Germany I had an opportunity to visit this country about 4 times during my exchange. If you go to Switzerland then do not waste time in seeing the cities. There is a hell lot to explore other than those here. A country with make beautiful lakes surrounded by snow capped mountains and grasslands is what defines it. Since I had a residence permit so I could visit Switzerland. People with Schengen visa, please please please take a separate Swiss visa or else there is a lacuna in your Euro trip.&lt;br /&gt;Coming from Germany, Basel is the most favorable entry point. It is about 5 hours from Cologne and best way is to take a night train and reach there Basel in the morning. There are many scenic route trains that run through Switzerland whose information is given in the Eurail booklet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my trip with Zurich but was a bit disappointed. I felt if this is Switzerland then I don't want to see it. Apart from a free cruise in the Zurich lake and a Dom there is nothing exciting here. Its a business city with no cheap food outlets. We couldn't even find a McDonalds outlet here. The city is very costly and full of luxurious cafes and eateries. The best exchange rate for Swiss Francs can be availed at the railway station itself. People staying in Italy or Germany, exchange many Euros in Switzerland as you would go there again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1 hour from Zurich is a city called Luzern. At the foothills of many snow capped peaks and a tremendous lake it was the first city worth visit in Switzerland for me. The cruise in the Luzern lake is free . Do make it a point to take a long 3 hour cruise to Brunne from Luzern. It was the best cruise I had taken in Central Europe. They take you along various mountains and scenic beauty. In Luzern city there is few monuments and historical bridges. The bridges were painted in a specific manner and each bridge has a relation with the painting on it. The cruise on Luzern lake is free and worth every moment of it. From Brunne one can take a train back to Luzern which takes around 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;There is a scenic train called "The Golden Pass"" between Luzern and Interlaken which is very nice and a complete treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the route to Golden pass there is a small village called Meiringen where stands the tall Alpen tower. Alpen tower is a platform at a height of about 4000 meters from where you can see the entire Swiss Alps. The temperatures on the Alpen tower are sub zero throughout the year. To reach to the Alpen tower one has to change 3 ropeways on 3 stations in between. The journey on the ropeway is about 30 minutes and the views are ecstatic. The Alpen tower is not very well known and doesnt find a mention in books like Lonely Planet, however the entire experience was not only beautiful but economical too. Meiringen town has a Sherlock Holmes museum too which can be explored if one wants to. The journey from Meiringen to Interlaken is along the Interlaken lake and is very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interlaken is known as the city of excitement. One can do sky diving, bungee jumping and other such adventure sports here. But the cost is extremely high. For a sky dive one needs to shell around 300 Euros here. There are good Indian food outlets in the town and this was the place where I saw the maximum Indian citizens at a single time together. Near Interlaken is the "Top of Europe" i.e. Jungfrau Joch (pronounced as Yungfrow Yok). There is a train that goes from the Interlaken Ost railway station to Jungfrau for 85 euros after discount on Eurail pass. Jungfrau is the highest railway station in the world which makes the entire trip unique. One has to change 2 trains from Interlaken to reach there as the elevation increases. There are 2 routes to reach there. One is via Grindenwald and one is via Lauterbrunnen. The route via Lauterbrunnen is more scenic. The entire journey is along the snow capped peaks of Swiss Alps and every minute of it is something one can die for. At the Jungfrau Joch there are 3 things to look out for. A glacier, Sphinx Tower and ice museum. There is a 10 floor lift from Jungfrau station to Sphinx tower. From sphinx tower once can go to the glacier walking in the ice for about 3 kilometers. The wind speed can b very high and it can get very cold out there. It is advisable to take good warm clothing with you. There are dog sledges there which one can enjoy, but I personally believe walking in snow is much better :-) The Ice museum is also good fun and is a very nice concept that has been developed there. Please carry a good camera if you happen to visit Jungfrau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 hours from Stuttgart there is a beautiful Rhine falls. There falls are the culmination point of river Rhine and are the highest flow waterfalls in the entire Europe. One can go as close as 3 meters to the roaring falls from the view points. Since the falls lie in the Black Forest a nice train continues along the river Rhine from there on through the jungle. It is a good experience overall. One can also go in a cruise through the waterfalls but its time consuming and there was a mad rush to do the cruise amongst the visitors that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bern and Basel are both business cities and are rather boring. 2 hours in each of the cities is more than sufficient for anybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-8492138204985042582?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/8492138204985042582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=8492138204985042582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/8492138204985042582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/8492138204985042582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/switzerland.html' title='Switzerland'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-3245330236126730176</id><published>2008-08-20T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:07:34.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austria</title><content type='html'>This was the first country outside Germany that I had visited. I happened to be on this trip with Puli aka Rajiv Nair. The day I got my residence permit, within 40 minutes I was on the train to Vienna also called Wien. It is a 10 hour journey from Cologne, so it is better to take a night train to Vienna so that you reach early morning and start your day as soon as possible. We reached Vienna at 5:30am. It was raining outside and we thought our day was bad. We decide to take a nap at the railway station waiting room itself. When I woke up at 9am, things had changed drastically and we had a full day of sunshine ahead of us. Wien is a city of architectural marvel. Its on the banks of river Danube and has tons of good buildings for architectural lovers. We never realized but we actually walked 14 hours in the city that day. It is worth a fortune to wait in Wien until night and get lovely night shots of the building lit up nicely around the city. The Dom looks killing at the night here. Other than this there are many casinos her in the city. They are relatively cheaper to the ones in other parts of Europe. There are also many museums out here, but as you know I am not a museum person and so was Puli, so we gleefully skipped them. There is a 1 number tram service that takes you through the major monuments of city. Hopping on and off that is a good idea, but we preferred walking. There is a night train again to Germany which reaches at 8:30 am to Cologne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salzburg is about 2 hours from Wien. It is the birthplace of Mozart and is on the banks of the river Inns. The city is okish types and not much to see. Mozart birthplace (Geburts Haus) and the square around it is decent. You get nice music boxes in Salzburg for a good price. 3 hours in Salzburg si more than enough to get a hang about the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1 hour from Salzburg is the place called Werfen which is famous for its unique ice caves. Who ever ever goes to Europe should never miss these. Its a marvel. Werfen is a small town on the foot of the Austrian Alps. There is a bus that take you to a elevated place from near the station. Beyond that buses cannot go and hence one has to walk for about 25 minutes before they reach the Ice caves. There are good guides who take you through the ice caves which is about 4400 years old and has 750 steps inside. There are various snow formations that they show to the tourists which are natural and very nice. The temperature inside can be sub zero, hence it is advisable to carry warm clothing. There is a notice that disallows to click pictures inside. But mind you its just a notice :-)&lt;br /&gt;Reaching early morning to Salzburg for Werfen is better so that you can walk throught the clouds on that 25 minute hike. Best time to visit is September and early October. The caves close after October 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another city that is worth a visit is Innsbruck which is 1.5 hours from Munich and very close to the Austrian border. The city had hosted a Winter Olympics so there is a nice Olympic village that is on offer. There is a good Crystal museum near Innsbruck. I personally didn't visit that because it was under renovation then. But people who went there say that you can get cheapest and best crystals out there. There is also a place called Nord park in Innsbruck for people who want to try their hand at Skiing, snow boarding and other winter games. It is open the entire fall and there are good rope ways near Innsbruck to take you there. The information and maps are generally available in the railways station Information counter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-3245330236126730176?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/3245330236126730176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=3245330236126730176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3245330236126730176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/3245330236126730176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-was-first-country-outside-germany.html' title='Austria'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-2103093652687701026</id><published>2008-08-20T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T08:50:45.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deutschland</title><content type='html'>Germany is a country which is also close to my heart because it has given me shelter for 3 months of my life. I started my Euro trip from Germany as I had landed there on 6th September and could get my residence permit only on 26th of the same month. I took at least a week to settle into my new residence and understanding where to get what. And being a foodie I also marked all the decent restaurant and pubs in Vallendar.&lt;br /&gt;Germans are the most punctual people I have found in the whole of Europe. Their trains run on time they start work early and on time and the list goes on and on. First weekend I was shocked to know that their malls were closed on Sunday. In India one can imagine thousands of people thronging a mall on a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Going ahead, in Germany I got the opportunity of visiting a few cities like Berlin, Cologne, Hannover, Hamburg, Frankfurt, Baden Baden, Munich, Stuttgart and Nurnberg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berlin is a historic city with a great history associated with the World War II and has very nice architectures. They have about 70 large museums in Berlin. There is a nice free city tour (walking) that starts from Starbucks Coffee Shop at the Brandenburg gate everyday at 11am. The tour guides are knowledgeable and carry the crowd along with them very nicely. They also give a free entry to the pub crawl at the night if you take the free tour. I personally didn't go there but have heard that the pub crawl is really awesome experience. Apart from walking tour of the city there are other tours that take you to Saxtion Housen a concentration camp about 30 Km from the city. Spending 2 days in Berlin is a worthwhile experience for anyone visiting Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cologne is a very young city with lots of places to hang out everyday. The Cologne university houses 90000 students, so the average age of population that you see in cologne is lesser that other parts of Germany. Cologne has an epitome Dom which is right outside the railway station. There are 501 steps to the Dom which one can hike and get a very nice view of the city with river Rhine flowing along. Other than the Dom, there are a few museums in cologne which may interest people. The Chocolate museum of cologne is really good and demands a visit. You also get free chocolates (schokolade) there.After that it is advisable to take the Cologne-Dusseldorf cruise on the Rhine which is free on Eurail pass. Half a day in Cologne is enough to get a feel of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannover is a city which is famous for its university, theatres, Opera House and nicely structured buildings. I spent half a day here and saw a nice aquatic museum called Sea Life on the outskirts of the city. They say that the village of Pied Piper is about 40 odd kilometers from Hannover, but I didn't give that a try. Hannover is a business city like Hamburg and hene tourist attractions are less. However I have heard that their Royal Gardens which is opposite to Sea Life is one of the best in the world. However you need a whole day to see that gardens with the kind of variety that one can get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburg is a completely business city. It is called the city off the luxurious. In fact there were some gardens near Hamburg lake which were completely private until 1990s owned by the rich and the famous. The only thing worth doing in Hamburg was to see the Hamburg port which is very grand. The port connects the city to the North Sea. I also went for a air balloon ride near the railway station which takes you to 450 feet and gives a very nice view of the entire city and the canals flowing near it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankfurt is the fastest business city in the whole of Europe. Even I, who has lived in Mumbai which is know to be a fast city was foxed by the scheme of things there. Skyscrapers all around, trams, metros, buses , taxis etc. Its not a good city for any tourist. I just went to see the World Auto Expo there. Generally Frankfurt is a good change point for people going to East Germany or Czech Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baden Baden is in the heart of the Black forest and is yet another luxurious town. The per capita income of people there is known to be very high. There is a nice casino there but the entry is allowed only in a 3 piece suit. They have a central place called Leopold Platz from where one can catch the bus no. 45 to lake Mumelsee in the center of Black Forest. Its a small lake at an altitude of 1200 feet. It takes about a hour to reach there. The bus service in Baden Baden is very cheap if you go in a group of 5 or less. At Mumelsee you get original Cuckoo clocks and an original black forest cake which is really worth a try. It can get very cold up there at Mumelsee even in October so carry warm clothing there. It was at Mumelsee that I experience my first snowfall. Baden Baden is also famous for its Spas'. They are located near Leopold Platz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Munich only for the purpose of Oktober fest which starts from September 24th and goes on till 6th October. Its a gala time out there in teh city where people from all parts of Germany come to get drunk. The area of Oktober fest has many pandals but finding a place can be difficult. Some people book their places before going there. The mood there is awesome and the area around the pandals is full of games, gift shops and rides. The wheat beer come for about 9 euros for a liter but every drop of it is worth it. Its is a bit different and 2 liters of it can get you drunk easily. There are live bands at these huge pandals that make it a rocking time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near Munich there is a nice concentration camp called Dachau. It was the first concentration camp in Schwarzland. Dachau is about 30 minutes from Munich. People who are sensitive to seeing provoking pictures may avoid this. But it teaches the entire history behind the origin of such camps and the atrocities committed on the Non-Germans &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuttgart has a very good Mercedes Benz museum which is worth seeing. The tremendous museum marks the industrial growth of Germany. The tickets for students is about 9 euros and there are 8 floors in the museum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurnberg is famous for its Christmas markets, but I found it to be a bit disappointing as I went there a bit late in December and had seen many other Christmas markets before in Europe. But yes one gets Indian food there near the Nurnberg Dom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-2103093652687701026?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/feeds/2103093652687701026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6047497457765661891&amp;postID=2103093652687701026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/2103093652687701026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/2103093652687701026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/deustchland.html' title='Deutschland'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6047497457765661891.post-1117777741720180835</id><published>2008-08-15T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:49:24.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>European Ecstasy 2007</title><content type='html'>I managed to go to Germany on a student exchange program for a period of 110 days in which I had planned my schedule such that I would have no more than 13 days of classes. So that I can spend the remaining time of mine in traveling the mysterious and exciting Europe.&lt;br /&gt;I was based out of Germany in a small village called Vallendar (pronounced as Fallendar) which was 15 minutes from town of Koblenz and about an hour from Cologne. Cologne being the most central city in the Europe traveling places was never going to be a issue especially for me. All the things were set right for me before the exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the things that helped me travel so much were "No Internet connection at Home", "Non English speaking landlords", "Being the only person from IIMA in my University WHU", "3 month global Eurail pass which I had planned to exploit ruthlessly" and last but not the least "A very good timetable which I had scheduled for myself".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this post I will go about telling you what went right and what went wrong with me on Europe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6047497457765661891-1117777741720180835?l=atkusays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/1117777741720180835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6047497457765661891/posts/default/1117777741720180835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://atkusays.blogspot.com/2008/08/european-ecstasy-2007.html' title='European Ecstasy 2007'/><author><name>Arth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
