<?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-32599700</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:43:56.207-08:00</updated><category term='Dil se..'/><title type='text'>Meandering thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-3063271538903765304</id><published>2009-03-31T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:43:56.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Name game!!!</title><content type='html'>Bu hu!!! You are such a gullible fool!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-3063271538903765304?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/3063271538903765304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=3063271538903765304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/3063271538903765304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/3063271538903765304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2009/03/name-game.html' title='Name game!!!'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-1826233871542243524</id><published>2009-02-19T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:51:41.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genda Phool</title><content type='html'>Saiyaan ched dewe,&lt;br /&gt;Nanad chutki leve,&lt;br /&gt;Sasural genda phool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saas gaari deve,&lt;br /&gt;Dewar samjha leve,&lt;br /&gt;Sasural genda phool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choda babul ka angana,&lt;br /&gt;Bhaave deraa piya ka ho,&lt;br /&gt;Sasural genda phool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saiyaan hai vypaari,&lt;br /&gt;Chale hain pardes,&lt;br /&gt;Sooratiyaan niharu,&lt;br /&gt;jiyara bhaari howe,&lt;br /&gt;Sasural genda phool…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bushirt pahine,&lt;br /&gt;khayee ke bida paan,&lt;br /&gt;Poore Raipur se alag hai,&lt;br /&gt;Saiyaan ji ki shaan,&lt;br /&gt;Sasural genda phool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweta, an 18 year old village dame, shy, submissive, religious, devout, gullible, rustic charm, elegant. Married to a successful business man, who loves his career more than his wife, but this doesnt seem to bother her. She is madly in love with her life, loves the way in-laws tease her, taunt her and then rescue her. Willing to sacrifice the company of her Saiyaan for the sake of his success. Damn!!! I wish this Sweta was me!!!&lt;br /&gt;While I love my life too, a 25yr old, greedy, self-obsessed, competitive, ambitious, naughty one!! I wish there were a switch, a digital one to switch between these two lives :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-1826233871542243524?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/1826233871542243524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=1826233871542243524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/1826233871542243524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/1826233871542243524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2009/02/genda-phool.html' title='Genda Phool'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-6933832191780713385</id><published>2009-01-05T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:44:51.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008... the year that was!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:arial;" id=":1l1" class="ArwC7c ckChnd"&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2008 has been happy, tragic, predictable, surprising. There have been events which were pretty much expected, some were shockers completely unexpected. At the start of the year we had lots of expectations good and bad, practical and unreal, some of these unreal expectations turned true while some seemingly accurate expectations proved to be deceptive. For national and international news 2008 was just another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy news - Bindra, Arvind Adiga, spectacular Olympics hosted by China.&lt;br /&gt;Tragic - terror strikes in Mumbai, North-East, Delhi, Jaipur.&lt;br /&gt;Expected/predicatable - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Financial meltdown(subprime crisis) leading to recession in developed world. Many of its consequences - increased unemployment, lower demand. Continued occupation of Iraq, increase in shortage of food, unemployment, farmer suicides - farm loan waiver as expected did not reach the targeted community. The planet got less green and more clouded with carbon. And all this will continue in future too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unexpected- Obama winning the democrat nomination and eventually the presidential elections. Worlds biggest fin corps become past. Actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; may be we werent aware the people  in finance pretty much expected this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On a personal front this year has been very significant besides the regular ups and downs, making and breaking of relationships, pats on the back and upfront abuses, more love and less love there have been two major events which happened and changed my world for ever. I can never forget the night of August 3rd when Nanna just dint sleep because of the pain after his first heart attack in the evening, and the first thing I saw on waking up on November 8th, Nanna the very source of my life departed from our lives. My world will not be the same!!! November 20th I reached a new milestone professionally, made it to ISB, I was as happy as I was sad because I couldnt share the news with "the most important person".(I know he will not accept this because he always said I loved Mummy more than him. :) ) 2008 for you must have been just another year but for me it has been life-changing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-6933832191780713385?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/6933832191780713385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=6933832191780713385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/6933832191780713385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/6933832191780713385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-year-that-was.html' title='2008... the year that was!!!'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-1141176852976104948</id><published>2008-12-22T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:38:41.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey @ ISB</title><content type='html'>Finally the elusive MBA dream comes true :D Here is a list of things I would like to achieve during my stint at ISB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created a record of sorts - schooling, graduation, work and now MBA all in Hyderabad. This sounds so "jeena yahaan marna yahaan"ish :( :( :( Aim 1: post MBA  get placed outside Hyderabad :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to the golden question "why MBA?" has changed over the years. Immediately after graduation my idea of life post-MBA was kind of supermanish, get into a leadership role, a role that takes strategic decisions that make or break a company. Later dreamt of getting into investment banking because of its glamour. Further on felt a business consulting is THE thing for me. Even at this point I am as confused as ever!! A deeper understanding of subjects on fin, strategy, leadership, and the LDP that helps identifying "SMART" (specific, measurable, achievable, realistic, time-based) should help in moulding my raw, crude, unrefined dreams to tangible, pratical, achievable goals. MBA is a journey of discovering what best suits me, discovering a profession that will have me play on my strengths. So my aim 2: attain enlightenment.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the money. 20lakhs loan at 9.25% p.a. to be paid in 5 yrs time(minimum). The interest on top of the principal would be roughly 5lakhs or so. The total cost of ISB would be around 25lakhs. So, ISB's cost would be roughly Rs.7000 PER DAY! (Pankaj sorry for the plagiarism your analysis was too tempting :P ). Moreover, mammoth assignments biting into precious sleeping time. So much at stake!! A real good placement in an industry and position that best suits me only will ensure a decent ROI. This means good acads and proper self discovery. So my aim 3: ensure a decent ROI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freeze!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will get back to this post in April 2010 to evaluate how I have faired on these counts. I suffer from the IT industry syndrome so cant resist the temptation of setting grades:&lt;br /&gt;grade 1: Aim 1 ,2, 3 sound very childish now, and I have achieved way more than this :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;grade 2: Managed to achieve all these goals I aimed at.&lt;br /&gt;grade 3: Aim 1, 2, 3 are way too optimistic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will grade myself in April 2010. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-1141176852976104948?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/1141176852976104948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=1141176852976104948' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/1141176852976104948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/1141176852976104948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2008/12/journey-isb.html' title='Journey @ ISB'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-4342102363102398550</id><published>2008-07-05T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T08:10:51.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical reasoning - a practical approach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion :&lt;/span&gt; This one is a boring post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evidence:&lt;/span&gt; The title has put you off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assumption:&lt;/span&gt; All posts with these kinds of titles are thoroughly boring &amp;amp; soporific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this reflects your chain of thoughts, you are already a victim of flawed reasoning my dear bondu :P and you MUST read on for some reflective humour :D &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/*okay! an attempt to reflective humour*/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with one of the most absurd causal flaws in software industry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/*Causal flaw  - when you assume a cause-effect relationship is perfect*/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; To quicken the process of finding and fixing software bugs, the manager proposes an incentive plan: 20$ for each bug found by the testing team and 20$ for each bug fixed by the developement team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/*Do you find any absurdity in this? Sounds a perfect startegy? yu hu!! you fell into the trap :) :) :)*/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evidence&lt;/span&gt;(=&gt; why do you make the above conclusion?, this is a fact based on which you make the above conclusion, this is certainly 100% true) : Greed is perfectly humane &amp;amp; all homo sapiens on this god's green planet can do any thing for the green paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assumption&lt;/span&gt;(Something hidden in the stream of thought while you make the above conclusion, caveat: this could be and generally is  100% wrong) :  Homo sapiens can do anything for the green paper! "Do anything" = nothing with malign intentions, always put the company before self. Developers will not intentionally spring up the no: of bugs even though this could be chance for them to make money, because the same developers who generate bugs, fix them for 20$ each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result of this incentive plan, one employee nets 1700$ in the first week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/*FYI the idea for the above piece of causal flaw has been highly inspired by the works of Scott Adams. */ &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reverse causal flaw, this ones common to any MNC that follows variable pay structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/*Reverse causal - when you assume 'A' is the cause, while 'B' is the effect, but practically its the other way B causes A*/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; The incentives &amp;amp; hikes are proportional to the associates performance, and contribution to the projects he/she works on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evidence:&lt;/span&gt; Its obvious, as you sow so shall you reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Catch:&lt;/span&gt; Actually its the other way, chucky bonuses and inorganic hikes motivate associates to perform better. So managers should take the first step to motivate their employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/* THEY NEVER SEEM TO GET THE POINT. Note the caps, hope it loud enough, are you listening boss??!!! */ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes analogy flaw, this ones for all who crib comparing themselves with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/*Analogy flaw-  when you compare apples to oranges*/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; I should be getting the same hike &amp;amp; recognition as a peer who has almost identical profile &amp;amp; puts in same similar effort as I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evidence:&lt;/span&gt; Perks and hikes are directly proportional to strength of your profile &amp;amp; th eeffort you put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assumption:&lt;/span&gt; You &amp;amp; your peer are clones, identical in every way! Performance review depends on various other factors like your EQ(eulogising quotient), marketing skills(its not about what you do its about what you show you do!), sometimes physical appearance, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the statistical flaw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/*Generalising your conclusion by collecting data from a small group, assuming the group represents the entire population.*/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; The annual CEO survey shows the opnion of the employees on various aspects of the company, it can safely be used to chalk the developement needs of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evidence:&lt;/span&gt; The survey is open to all, it is taken by the employees only &amp;amp; the survey results are not tampered with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assumption:&lt;/span&gt; The people who take the survey are actually the ones from whom the company intends to take feedback :P , the percentage participation is decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;/*Only people who dont really have important work can afford spending time on things like survey, &amp;amp; basing the strategic plan of the company on these results is ridiculous, aint it?*/   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-4342102363102398550?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/4342102363102398550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=4342102363102398550' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/4342102363102398550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/4342102363102398550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2008/07/critical-reasoning-practical-approach.html' title='Critical reasoning - a practical approach'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-6853388534115516994</id><published>2008-04-06T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T05:03:37.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is change really constant???</title><content type='html'>Change is the only constant!!&lt;br /&gt;Adaptibility, dynamic strategies opposed to fixed strategies are the mantras echoed by everyone. Decisions are made taking into account not only the world as &lt;strong&gt;it is&lt;/strong&gt;, but the world as it&lt;strong&gt; will be&lt;/strong&gt;. Ground rule now is not just survival of the fittest, it is survival of the player who sees the next change of this agile world &amp;amp; adapts to it. I can go on, on this but this post is meant to counter this idealogy. Will have to stop advocating this funda here if I have to market my argument better. :)&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, I quote the first few lines of The Brook's song - Alfred Lord Tennyson:&lt;br /&gt;I come from haunts of coot and hern,&lt;br /&gt;I make a sudden sally&lt;br /&gt;And sparkle out among the fern,&lt;br /&gt;To bicker down a valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By thirty hills I hurry down,&lt;br /&gt;Or slip between the ridges,&lt;br /&gt;By twenty thorpes, a little town,&lt;br /&gt;And half a hundred bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till last by Philip's farm I flow&lt;br /&gt;To join the brimming river,&lt;br /&gt;For men may come and men may go,&lt;br /&gt;But I go on for ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: What I have inferred from these lines is personal, may not coincide with what the English literateurs may infer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years we meet different kinds of people, do different kinds of things, face different kinds of situations, that is to say life's like a long race with many hurdles, many cheers girls, tough competitors, weak peers but in the end the race is only with yourself. People around you, situations around you may make you feel you have changed with time, for instance a slow learner takes time to learn new things but if he practices a similar task over &amp;amp; over again several times he will surely do a better job than a sharper person who is new to this task. This doesnt mean the former is more proficient, he is inherently slow &amp;amp; will remain slow, this may not show up in his routine work which he has excelled, but if given a new task he surely will take time to catch up &amp;amp; thats when its proven that he hasnt CHANGED. Also in a not so competitive environment one may fair decently well &amp;amp; assume he/she has improved, but only when he enters a more competitive environment does he realise that it is not he/she who has changed rather its the situations that are different have made him/her feel the change. Everyone has their own weaknesses, we try to consistantly try to improve ourselves, and most of the times can see &amp;amp; feel marked changes in our selves. But in times of crisis we inadvertantly handle the situation in the same way showing up our weakness, its as if these situations bluntly prove that we are essentially the same &amp;amp; have'nt changed a bit, no improvement whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true even in case of relationships, you either like a person or you dont, no matter how much time you spend or how much interaction you have, your relationship may seem to deepen or weather away with time, but deep within the relationship doesnt CHANGE it remains the same, you either like the person or dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another example to prove this would be the stock market, where the prices of a stock may gyrate in both directions by huge margins, one day it may be the star performer seeming like a highly worthy stock, the very next moment it may volte-face to be in a worthless position. But in long term the worth of the stock is basically constant, doesnt CHANGE. (referring to the worth of the stock &amp;amp; not the price).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you still believe change is indeed constant???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-6853388534115516994?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/6853388534115516994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=6853388534115516994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/6853388534115516994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/6853388534115516994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-change-really-constant.html' title='Is change really constant???'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-4406281193014299775</id><published>2007-06-25T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T03:46:53.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My take on the BLACK SWAN Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                  Heard about Nassim Nicholas Taleb's latest book- The black Swan. Dint get to read the book though, but found the whole theory of Black Swans so interesting that I could'nt stop myself from posting this. To quote wiki : "The term black swan comes from the ancient Western conception that all swans were white in color. In that context, a black swan was a metaphor for something that could not exist. The 17th Century discovery of black swans in Australia metamorphosed the term to connote that the perceived impossibility actually came to pass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                  So a black swan is now a metaphor for all those ideas which seemed near impossible in the past but are very much existent in the present world. Ya you are write all scientific inventions are black swans &amp; so is technology. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                  No sane person would have imagined wireless communication to be such a norm today, things like globalisation, liberalisation &amp; to be more specific outsourcing to change the world economic dynamics. Indeed it takes quite some time for the world to recognize the genius in insanity. Now that you got a grip of the black swan funda, let me move to what I wanted to actually talk about in relation to this theory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                 The IT industry in India, has evolved so drastically &amp; so quickly in the last decade, that the same generation has been a victim as well as the realiser of the black swan. Confused? (well then I have been successful, it has been my conscious attempt to write something complex :) ) Just a couple of years back, single digits hikes were a norm, employer was in short supply - meaning lesser oppurtunities, employee had to be the best at his job to be retained &amp;amp; expect a decent single digit hike. Mind you I am talking about the scene in the industry after the boon called outsourcing happened to India, so this is not very long back. This was the age when the employer was the typical  bossy "BOSS", &amp; the employee was an initimidated little creature, always a victim to the atrocities of the boss. No one would have ever imagined that we were again being cheated into believing in the black swan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                But merely a few years &amp; we see a complete volte-face. There is no chance you can give any of your associates a hike of less than 10%, no matter what his merit is :). It is the employees who are in short supply as opposed to employers :). The employer is no longer bullying the employee, infact it is the other way, the employee has a triumph card now - "You dont make me happy &amp;amp; I quit" :) The employee satisfaction is no less than the customer satisfaction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;               At this point I cant help but think what is the possibilty we feel is impossible today but will become an indispensible truth tomorrow. If the exponential hikes continue in the time to come India will surely lose its cost advantage. One thing all economists are predicting is that India will have to move up the in terms of value addition. It will have to rely more on its quality of work than mere cost advantage. Well this is one possibilty, but I have another crazy idea - this could be a cyclic process, i.e. India loses cost advantage, hence loses work to other emerging economies. Indians lose jobs, so they compromise to work at lower salaries &amp; hence India gains back its cost advantage &amp;amp; the cycle continues. What say? Sounds insane? You never know this may well be our fate, dont rule this out, else you could be getting trapped into the black swan warp, beware!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-4406281193014299775?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/4406281193014299775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=4406281193014299775' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/4406281193014299775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/4406281193014299775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-take-on-black-swan-theory.html' title='My take on the BLACK SWAN Theory'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-5682157092140827824</id><published>2007-06-16T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:04:42.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One big question..... well looks I've answered it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;This post is on religion, but trust me it has an interesting twist. To begin with, I was just mulling over the relevance of religion. Surely not everything in religion may sound logical, but there are definitely some elements which have logic embedded. Looking at Hinduism in arresting detail, every god represents a value or virtue that man treasures. Its like when you need courage Godess Durga comes to rescue, Lakshmi for wealth, Sarasawathi for knowledge, Hanuman for strength so on and so forth.Each of these gods symbolizes some value we crave for, desire for, covet.&lt;br /&gt;Having money, power, strength, intelligence, love, pleasure in life may make it ideal. But is the list exhaustive? Don't you see something glaringly missing? Someting we yearn for, something that is in limited stock, something which we very easily wasted, something that is very tough to mange &amp; balance.&lt;br /&gt;'TIME' indeed it is. Methinks why don't we have a god symbolizing 'TIME'? Now if you feel its a resource &amp;amp; not a virtue, well think again... Godess Lakshmi??? isnt wealth a resource too?&lt;br /&gt;One reason could be that time has become so important only in the recent past, where the entire planet is moving at high velocity, meaning life's become real fast. May be in the age when religion was actually devised time was unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;A second reason I figure out - is that, time is'nt the problem perse, the issue is that most of us dont spend time efficiently. So the solution also is not requirement of more time, rather it is doing things more smartly, efficiently which implies the requirement is intelligence &amp; wealth. Hmmm looks like religion was devised keeping all this in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering how on earth do I get such starnge impulses that bring in weird ideas. Well thats simple. Meeting deadlines, balancing work &amp; life beyond work all this drives me crazy. And the common thread through all this is limited supply of time isnt it. Worried me, was wondering which god should I be praying ;) Waqteshwar Swami???????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-5682157092140827824?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/5682157092140827824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=5682157092140827824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/5682157092140827824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/5682157092140827824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-be-sincere-havent-put-any-title.html' title='One big question..... well looks I&apos;ve answered it'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-181880495204524503</id><published>2007-03-13T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T02:58:17.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A humble attempt at poetry</title><content type='html'>Im no "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kavi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" types, actually a contest at work place made me venture into this undiscovered territory of poetry. For reasons unknown I associate poetry to rhyming words, I have read loads of poems which have absolutely no verbal rhythm but when I actually started off jotting down my own poem, I made a conscious effort of ending each pair of lines with a rhyming word. For this I have got comments like 'you have tried to rhyme the second line with first so much so that the meaning is lost and sounds bit out of context', but this being my first attempt I forgive myself. I only wish after reading this I dont get to hear from you --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Sweta dont enter this unknown territory,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Please let the poetic community;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Do their duty".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here is a proof of my compulsive rhyming syndrome). On a serious note, the topic was "Ideal Engineer", &amp; this was my much appreciated entry (couldnt use words like award winning because I dint :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Munna Bhai- Not a BE but an IE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munna Bhai broke all convention,&lt;br /&gt;Because he was an engineer by profession,&lt;br /&gt;Without a BE degree to his credit;&lt;br /&gt;But no less than any engineer of merit.&lt;br /&gt;People may call him a mechanic,&lt;br /&gt;But will never deny he is an engineer idealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munna Bhai was like a black box,&lt;br /&gt;Give him a problem that was complex.&lt;br /&gt;And he would look at you with an expression&lt;br /&gt;Understanding which could be beyond comprehension.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how complex the question,&lt;br /&gt;He would come up with the simplest solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any problem connected to automobile even remotely,&lt;br /&gt;He would solve it in a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;The issue could be with the compressor&lt;br /&gt;Or better still the radiator.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it were the piston,&lt;br /&gt;Or the simplest problem with the cotter pin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could escape his X-Ray vision,&lt;br /&gt;And his marvellous brain's incision.&lt;br /&gt;He could pin point every malfunction,&lt;br /&gt;For his thought was'nt at superficial function.&lt;br /&gt;Analysis followed the twisting of the spanner,&lt;br /&gt;And final fixing by hitting of hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hero also kept himself abreast,&lt;br /&gt;And would never let you down when put to test.&lt;br /&gt;Be it the Common Rail Direct Injection,&lt;br /&gt;Or even teh V-12 Engine.&lt;br /&gt;He enjoyed all this as if it were jive,&lt;br /&gt;Nitrogen booster to the Rear wheel drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that why I call Munna Bhai&lt;br /&gt;Though not a BE he is a IE surely!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: BE-Bachelor of Engineering IE-Ideal Engineer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-181880495204524503?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/181880495204524503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=181880495204524503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/181880495204524503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/181880495204524503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2007/03/humble-attempt-at-poetry.html' title='A humble attempt at poetry'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-6644421533203641782</id><published>2007-01-16T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T04:28:19.579-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dil se..'/><title type='text'>Of pashu pakshi...</title><content type='html'>Some Conversations:&lt;br /&gt;Me: What do you dream of possessing after 5-10yrs from now?&lt;br /&gt;Freind:Palatial house, sleek car, mobile with all state of the art features, digital camera, etc... etc..&lt;br /&gt;I : How about a dog?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Hmmm I dont know... actually no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On yet another occasion:&lt;br /&gt;Friend(who just returned from US): I visited one my couterparts' residence there. He introduced me to his family- wife, daughter, 2 dogs, 3 cats, a snake &amp; a parrot. He asked me to touch the snake claiming that it wasnt poisonous. Not that I dint believe him when he said it was non-poisonous, but Eeeks how could I touch a snake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I would have reacted differently on the two occasions... But this somehow pricked me, imagine how would it feel if you know that someone fears you &amp;amp; finds it disgusting to even touch you. And this exactly how those animals we fear actually feel.&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to talk about this in more depth but the poem 'Snake'- D.H.Lawrence does it better than anyone else can. So here it is &lt;a href="http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1282.html"&gt;http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1282.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im no animal activist, but badly wanted to write about this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-6644421533203641782?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/6644421533203641782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=6644421533203641782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/6644421533203641782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/6644421533203641782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-conversations-me-what-do-you-dream.html' title='Of pashu pakshi...'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-5236747614443849030</id><published>2006-12-10T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T04:25:30.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riot-a novel   (--Shashi Tharoor)</title><content type='html'>People who know me may assume that this review will be biased simply because Shashi Tharoor is my latest "celebrity crush", but trust me this is a honest review, the novel is damn good &amp; the novelist damn impressive ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about how Priscilla Hart(an American) is murdered in India. The time of the murder having coincided wih the day the riot exploded in 1987(between the Hindus &amp; Muslims over the Ram Janma bhoomi issue)there is a sense of mystery involved. Was it because of personal reasons or was she yet another innocent victim of the riot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tharoor has this unique style of presenting the 'present' story interupted by flashes from the past(he used this style in Five dollar smile, a shor story by him).Another distinct feature of the style in which the novel is presented is that it is neither narrated in first person or third person. The novel is actually a sequenced collection of - pages from the personal diaries of the various characters in the story and recorded interviews taken by a journalist form US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel appears to be very real in the sense that - the characters are etchd out verydistinctly &amp;amp; none of them are idealistic, the story doesnt have dramatic twists and turns (so real), it is packed with a lot of historical facts. The book shows how the religious fanatics of each community try to justify their role in the riot. After reading this you get a micro-understanding of the riots in general and of the difficulties involved in convincing the religious fanatics from drawing away from taking extreme decisions in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more interesting fact that comes up is how the world looked at India probably a decade back. For instance - Priscilla Hart's parents come to India to investigate the issue and when her mother sees the paan stains on the walls in the streets, she assumes that they are blood stains caused by the blod bath during the perpetual riots in India or may be Indians are so malnourished and lack medication that there are so many Indians suffering from tuberculosis that they spit out blood on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all its a novel packed with human emotions like- love, hatred, guilt, religious fanaticism and factual knowledge. I must accept that this might have been a biased review (though not deliberate), the proof being I havent mentioned anything negative about the book. But one thing is for sure that its worth a read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-5236747614443849030?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/5236747614443849030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=5236747614443849030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/5236747614443849030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/5236747614443849030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2006/12/riot-novel-shashi-tharoor.html' title='Riot-a novel   (--Shashi Tharoor)'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-6953979610470452432</id><published>2006-12-01T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:47:44.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zindagi Rocks ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;"Main zindagi ka saath nibhata chala gaya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Har fikra ko dhue mein udata chala gaya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Barbadiyon ka shok manana fizul tha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Barbadiyon ka jashna manata chala gaya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Jo mil gaya usi ko mukadar samajh liya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Jo kho gaya main usko bhulata chala gaya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Gam aur khushi mein fark na mehsus ho jahan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; mein dil ko us makaam pe laata chala gaya..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Does zindagi rock only when you achieve all that you have dreamt of or perhaps more than that? Or when zindagi has only happiness &amp; no sorrows at all? Or when you have money &amp;amp; honey in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Nopes, zindagi rocks when you "feel" and "believe" that your zindagi rocks. When you never give up at any step in life &amp; get going with it. When you control your troubles &amp;amp; not let troubles control your zindagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Zindagi rocks when you realise it is futile to brood over past failures, so celebrate failures as they are the best teachers in life &amp; realise that you have met a teacher who has definately taught you something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Zindagi rocks when put in your fullest in whatever you do &amp; dont let the result affect you too much. You realise that you alone are responsible for what you have achieved so accept it. If you've failed just forget it &amp;amp; believe there is always a next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Zindagi rocks - "If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And treat those two impostors just the same ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;PS: Sorry if I've bored you ;) couldnt help it jus loved the song (Hum dono-1961)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-6953979610470452432?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/6953979610470452432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=6953979610470452432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/6953979610470452432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/6953979610470452432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2006/12/zindagi-rocks.html' title='Zindagi Rocks ???'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-115684150649742878</id><published>2006-08-29T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:51:47.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering over the monkey story.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   If you are aware of the story then skip this para else go on till you get a hang of the story &amp; then skip to next para. Group of monkeys caged, bunch of bananas lowered from roof of cage, monkeys jump to grab, the instant they do this hot water is splashed on them, this is done everytime the monkeys attempt to jump &amp; grab bananas so they build in a fear . Now one monkey from group replaced by new monkey, unaware of the consequences it tries to jump, the old monkeys pull it back, it tries again but is pulled back each time. Another old monkey replaced same action repeated. Finally all monkeys replaced by new ones, none of them try to jump &amp;amp; grab bananas, inspite of the fact that none know the reason for not doing so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;         Dont you think this story is worth pondering? Just imagine a new born baby is brought up in a marooned island such that s/he is unaware of the outside world, isnt there a possiblity that s/he will like the stink of garbage &amp; abhor the fragrance of flowers? We dislike the former &amp;amp; like the latter only because everybody does so, we go by convention, dont we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;         Why should only women where sarees &amp; only men dhotis? Why should we have Sunday &amp; Saturday(consecutive days) as holidays &amp;amp; why not Saturday &amp; Wednesday instead so that week is broken into two? These questions show how we have accepted conventions as they are without a thought that there can be other options too. These are a few conventions we blindly follow without questioning that come to my mind right now, if you have anything else in mind do comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;         We tend to accept conventions only because of fear of being laughed at by others. Metrosexual men, women in army, etc... have raised many a brow only because they defy convention, but when we look deeper into them there is nothing abnormal about it, its a matter of personal choice. When talking about defying conventions one person who comes to my mind is Mallika Sarabhai, she is an IIM grad but went on to become a professional dancer, the other day I was watching her interview on TV, she wore different earrings to each ear, I mean the two were from twp diffrent pairs, now that called being 'different', you tell me, will any 'sane' person do that? I can hear you saying 'NO' , but why not? It is just that we have always seen women wearing a pair of identical ear rings, if unidentical the person will be looked at as insane. We just dont have the guts to break conventions &amp; face the public gazing at us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        Like any Barkha Dutt or Karan Thapar show even after a lot of discussion which looks like a lot of sense the result is life goes on as usual without any change. Men may come and men may go but conventions go on for ever................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-115684150649742878?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/115684150649742878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=115684150649742878' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/115684150649742878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/115684150649742878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2006/08/pondering-over-monkey-story.html' title='Pondering over the monkey story.....'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-115536084262925334</id><published>2006-08-11T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T05:31:40.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sense of Humour.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After reading a series of serious posts the word humour may have brought some relief to you..... but hold on this post is yet another serious observation on sense of humour. Over the years Ihave been observing that it is &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;mostly&lt;/span&gt; men who have a good sense of humour. Before all you girls start hurling vehement comments on this post let me tell you even I am an equalist (though not a feminist ), so much so that I am against the idea that a woman should change her surname after marriage, I support the concept of equal sharing of domestic responsibility. Despite all these convictions, it has been my personal observation that most women are serious and lack sense of humour. This conclusion is after looking at people at workplace, VJs on TV(mostly male VJs are the funny kind, dont you agree?), and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Girls usually play with dolls &amp; boys with cars&lt;/span&gt;, I read an article on this which said it has been scientifically proven that this quality is inherent, &amp;amp; is true not just for human species but also simians. But dont agree with this idea, I strongly believe it is all because of upbringing, it is we who gift baby girls with dolls &amp; boys with cars &amp;amp; so their preferances are made.&lt;br /&gt;But the same thing cannot be said about sense of humour, it has got nothing to do with upbringing. I Is it that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of the female species takes life rather seriousy &amp;amp; lacks sense of humour because it is inherent to her?This big question remains unanswerered......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS Usage of the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; is to show that there are always exceptions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-115536084262925334?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/115536084262925334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=115536084262925334' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/115536084262925334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/115536084262925334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2006/08/sense-of-humour.html' title='Sense of Humour.....'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32599700.post-115536054037576434</id><published>2006-08-11T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T23:52:04.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eveything is made up of ---------------</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This was the question or rather fill in the blank so to speak, I asked a10 yr old boy as a part of the revision for his science test. Till you do the guessing for the answer, I shall give a little background on this.&lt;br /&gt;The social wing of my company sponsors the education of children who belong to the BPL(below poverty line) families in a village, althe volunteers take turns to go to this village on weekends, to tutor these kids. So did I, one weekend only to realise how tough teaching profession is. "Patience" is the key to this profession &amp; unfortunately that is something I lack.&lt;br /&gt;The kids had exams the following week, &amp;amp; so we were helping them revise their lessons. There was this one boy, the naughtiest among them all who was disturbing every one around, I was despite several warnings. This short little boy who looked six but was ten years, was physically weak but had all the energy in the world, seemed to me like a weed spoiling all the crop. Vexed up with his very appearance &amp; his unsteadiness, I started pouring questions on him, assuming that this embarrasment will be sufficient to get him started, or rather make him serious. As expected he answered none of the questions till, came the question metioned in the title, "Everthing is made of -------" yo, you guessed it right, the answer as per the notes was MATTER. But to this question he sponteneously replied, "Everything is made up of GOD". This instantly changed my anger to love for his sweet innocence, I dont know what it was but it pricked my heart, I can never forget that feeling, that little boy with gleamy eyes &amp;amp; a smirk giving out an answer that was beyond science just out of pure innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32599700-115536054037576434?l=readsweta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/feeds/115536054037576434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32599700&amp;postID=115536054037576434' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/115536054037576434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32599700/posts/default/115536054037576434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readsweta.blogspot.com/2006/08/eveything-is-made-up-of.html' title='Eveything is made up of ---------------'/><author><name>Sweta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09643308299681958506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
