<?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-720467032998575963</id><updated>2012-01-31T13:54:18.367+05:30</updated><category term='Experiences'/><category term='Imagination'/><category term='Point of view'/><category term='Article'/><category term='Review'/><title type='text'>This is L.I.F.E.</title><subtitle type='html'>A simple four letter word that encapsulates numerous idiosyncrasies to laugh upon...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-5211819581660284513</id><published>2011-09-30T20:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-30T20:35:06.681+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Dil dhadakne do...</title><summary type='text'>


I wish I could conquer and reach
the snow-capped pinnacle…





…Wish I could dance with her
tunes



…Wish I could fly with her to
places extreme to us…



I wish I could break free this
box and reach my hands out…



…Wish I could build myself well



…Wish I could fall over floor,
excitedly



I wish I could capture the nature
with my machine…



…Wish I could speed up, racing
along the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5211819581660284513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/dil-dhadakne-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5211819581660284513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5211819581660284513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/dil-dhadakne-do.html' title='Dil dhadakne do...'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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><georss:featurename>Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.0176147 72.8561644</georss:point><georss:box>18.7774257 72.5403074 19.2578037 73.17202139999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-587034211065789143</id><published>2011-09-26T20:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:35:52.028+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy b'day Appu da..!!</title><summary type='text'>

I think this would be for the first time that I am writing something for someone whom I haven’t met more than 5 minutes till date. I have spoken to him at two occasions, the first one being less than 5 minutes and second one being more than 10 minutes, but definitely less than 15. In the last 3 years, I have heard about him and his family for such a great length that my thoughts have evolved </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/587034211065789143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-bday-appu-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/587034211065789143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/587034211065789143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-bday-appu-da.html' title='Happy b&apos;day Appu da..!!'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-4902428572641538206</id><published>2011-09-12T19:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:25:57.732+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>They went crashing down...</title><summary type='text'>


It
was sometime in the evening that we were strolling in our hostel’s lobby after
a hectic day at college; we heard a loud expression from crowd of people, “oh
shiiiiiiiiit..!!!”. I along with my friends were very near to our common room
that was filled with couple of big tattered sofas, a table tennis  section, a 32 inches television safely placed
on a podium and a large floor carpet that was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4902428572641538206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/they-went-crashing-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4902428572641538206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4902428572641538206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/they-went-crashing-down.html' title='They went crashing down...'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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><georss:featurename>Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.0176147 72.8561644</georss:point><georss:box>18.7774257 72.5403074 19.2578037 73.17202139999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-4918329534768568774</id><published>2011-09-12T19:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-12T19:11:04.733+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>FB ruined me..</title><summary type='text'>

I
know it’s been long since I had scribbled over my blog. More than to commit
that I was busy in my job, I would say that it took me a while to adjust in my
new life at Mumbai, the City of Dreams..!!! Unexpectedly, settling down in this
city wasn't really tough, I don’t know why. Maybe things are more accessible
here and my office is not too far from my home. But there is another reason why
I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4918329534768568774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/fb-ruined-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4918329534768568774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4918329534768568774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/fb-ruined-me.html' title='FB ruined me..'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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><georss:featurename>Mumbai, Maharashtra, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>19.0176147 72.8561644</georss:point><georss:box>18.7774257 72.5403074 19.2578037 73.17202139999999</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-1989468891357017434</id><published>2011-04-17T11:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:33:38.819+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>A long journey to remember…the final</title><summary type='text'>My last day at Infosys As I enclosed myself within my 3 and a half walled cubicle and started drafting good-bye mails, I felt a bit low. There were many to whom I thought to get in touch with. There were many good managers and colleagues that I had interaction with and few of my friends and batch mates in the campus. But despite of them, I felt all alone. I used to accompany my friends towards </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1989468891357017434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-journey-to-rememberthe-final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1989468891357017434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1989468891357017434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-journey-to-rememberthe-final.html' title='A long journey to remember…the final'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-5761678405398842402</id><published>2011-04-17T11:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:30:28.157+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>A long journey to remember…part 2</title><summary type='text'>The worst phase Given the situation, I was made to sit on bench for sometime. But this was against my disposition. I could no longer sit idle and wait for opportunity to be bestowed on me. I retaliate and then I was offered (actually ordered) to join a big team (though, not the best team to work with) that was bound for a product development project with Oracle Hyderabad. Moving from consultancy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5761678405398842402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-journey-to-rememberpart-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5761678405398842402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5761678405398842402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-journey-to-rememberpart-2.html' title='A long journey to remember…part 2'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-619191183879068834</id><published>2011-04-17T11:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:27:30.651+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>A long journey to remember…part 1</title><summary type='text'>4th June, 2007As I entered a big conference hall I saw a tall man with fair complexion standing over the podium and speaking with utmost enthusiasm. There were around 60 odd people spread across the entire room listening to this man with curiosity. The man was Mr. Narsimha Rao profoundly called as ‘Narry’, and he was present in the hall for welcoming us and introducing us to our new employment. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/619191183879068834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-journey-to-rememberpart-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/619191183879068834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/619191183879068834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/long-journey-to-rememberpart-1.html' title='A long journey to remember…part 1'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-6146142205163110736</id><published>2011-04-08T20:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:35:57.236+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Mera Neta Chor Hai..!!!</title><summary type='text'>I would recommend reading the following article before I can say anything:-http://www.ndtv.com/article/india/what-is-the-jan-lokpal-bill-why-its-important-96600?cp “He looks like Gandhi”, the first thought that came to my mind when I saw this man wearing a white khadi cap. I am not a good historian, but still, looking at Anna Hazare reminded me of the beliefs he shares with Mahatma. Apart from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6146142205163110736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/mera-neta-chor-hai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6146142205163110736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6146142205163110736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/mera-neta-chor-hai.html' title='Mera Neta Chor Hai..!!!'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-4166776053636542514</id><published>2011-04-05T21:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:22:55.851+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Meaning-less songs</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so let me know your expressions when you hear this out, “oonche se ooncha banda, potty pe baithe nanga..” . The first time I heard this song, I made a ‘thizz face’ and felt the video was totally filthy. Now-a-days, movies don’t need a good lyricist. Just sing what you want in your way, and you’ll get a hit pep song. Some people danced at the ‘badnaami’ of ‘Munni’, while others celebrated the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4166776053636542514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/ok-so-let-me-know-your-expressions-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4166776053636542514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4166776053636542514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/04/ok-so-let-me-know-your-expressions-when.html' title='Meaning-less songs'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-2265118280304325171</id><published>2011-03-29T21:12:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:17:06.161+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Halla bol</title><summary type='text'>Seriously this sport is crazy. I could fathom the wild side of admiration for Cricket in India through idol worship, hair implants, face coloring etc etc. But speaking about India-Pakistan match in a world cup a day before is a absolute delight. Not being a good statistician, I don’t remember how many times these two countries have played against each other in world cup tournaments, but this one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2265118280304325171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/halla-bol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2265118280304325171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2265118280304325171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/03/halla-bol.html' title='Halla bol'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-7908601825582041649</id><published>2011-02-22T15:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:01:52.531+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Last Few Months..</title><summary type='text'>“These roads are dark as always. But you may find some rays ahead”, the stranger replied me, smirking with his dry face. I had no choice to think and so I chose to move ahead. I was wearing a well-polished suit with fine ornaments. The roads ahead were sprinkled with clear water that offered a perfect mirage to the travellers. Few steps ahead I stopped again to see if my stranger is still holding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7908601825582041649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-few-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7908601825582041649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7908601825582041649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-few-months.html' title='Last Few Months..'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-5658952386149122547</id><published>2010-11-30T22:01:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:13:36.287+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Salute to us..</title><summary type='text'>The first one.. .And that bring me back to write a blog for a very old questions. Today I had various interesting discussion points with two different kinds of people while I was struggling preparing my persuasive speech for the client. One of them asked me how to get rid of production job and get into software industry..!!! The first thought that came into my mind was, boss..Infosys is not just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5658952386149122547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/salute-to-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5658952386149122547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5658952386149122547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/salute-to-us.html' title='Salute to us..'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-8152575978233380732</id><published>2010-11-27T19:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-27T19:28:00.471+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Corporate Ethics</title><summary type='text'>As I was writing this blog I was wondering, I could sound a bit theoretical while sharing this experience. However every person I had reached to, is follower of ‘love your job, not the employer’, and I have seen some very true spirited guys religiously following this. Infact skill of defining your job periphery yourself is what I am amazed at. .I must admit, we consultants have very tough life. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8152575978233380732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/corporate-ethics.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8152575978233380732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8152575978233380732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/corporate-ethics.html' title='Corporate Ethics'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-3083807906619275432</id><published>2010-10-15T11:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-15T11:33:52.334+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>A Certified Professional..!!!</title><summary type='text'>And here it is… on one hand India is celebrating the successfully closing of Commonwealth Games in Delhi, and here, on other hand I am holding my spirit high on clearing the final module of CPIM certification. CPIM is the certification offered by APICS, an apex American society for Operations Management and supply chain management. Aahh.. !!! its been a long journey, almost around 2.5 years. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3083807906619275432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/10/certified-professional.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/3083807906619275432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/3083807906619275432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/10/certified-professional.html' title='A Certified Professional..!!!'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/TLft_ZkbxZI/AAAAAAAABa4/KXOAKKNKOeM/s72-c/HeaderArt_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-4986439676814643434</id><published>2010-10-08T16:51:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-08T17:06:31.382+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>A memorable return..</title><summary type='text'>The buildings haven’t changed much. The roads are all the same, even better. The traffic has increased a lot. Now there are more Bullets and ‘Sardars’ than before..!! The girls have gone more casual, I mean I was told that girls here now-a-days don’t mind wearing shorts in public.After around 7 years I came back to this place, my place…Chandigarh, the ‘city beautiful’..!!Saturday morning, I took </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4986439676814643434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/10/memorable-return.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4986439676814643434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4986439676814643434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/10/memorable-return.html' title='A memorable return..'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/TK8AReunn3I/AAAAAAAABak/olJPioTWA6A/s72-c/IMG_5562.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-226282739974077735</id><published>2010-09-28T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-28T13:08:43.371+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>My visit to Assemly line</title><summary type='text'>I kept smiling at my excitement while I was wearing a white lab coat and changing our shoes with slippers. Within few minutes I was standing in front of a gate that opened up to assembly line of India’s leading wrist watch maker. There were 100s of ladies wearing lab coats and white caps sitting quietly in a line and working over the components that were just passing over moving conveyor belt. We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/226282739974077735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-visit-to-assemly-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/226282739974077735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/226282739974077735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-visit-to-assemly-line.html' title='My visit to Assemly line'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-5676776751118283935</id><published>2010-09-23T09:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-23T10:00:20.328+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Official bachelorhood starts..</title><summary type='text'>19-Sep-10, this day reminded me of the time when I used to be struggling for getting a shelter in various places in Hyderabad. Today I was standing again in front of house broker and shelling out big bucks out of my pocket just to get a room for myself. Time repeats itself and reveals scars every time. .Today morning I got up with an agenda in mind: I had to find a nice, comfortable 1-bedroom </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5676776751118283935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/09/official-bachelorhood-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5676776751118283935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5676776751118283935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/09/official-bachelorhood-starts.html' title='Official bachelorhood starts..'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-7106104163844773634</id><published>2010-09-18T20:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-18T20:40:21.507+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>My Journey-new, tough and interesting</title><summary type='text'>It’s been close to 24 hours that I have been into this room for a while before I realized that it’s evening outside, again..Last one week was full of experiences and happenings that were quite new and expected. Here I am in Noida for some time for project related work and working for a luxurious watch maker (my hopes of getting some consolation gifts were put on hold on 2nd day itself..!!). Noida</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7106104163844773634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-journey-new-tough-and-interesting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7106104163844773634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7106104163844773634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-journey-new-tough-and-interesting.html' title='My Journey-new, tough and interesting'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-8881626489235146433</id><published>2010-08-24T20:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:56:11.210+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Relentless pursuit of 'Motivation'</title><summary type='text'>Ok, now that is something we all need in our life. ‘Motivation’..Motivation to do something you like the most or something that you know will help you in building your future in a dynamic way. This is something that can strengthen your potential to cross the propelling hostile winds and make you capable to smirk at its defeat. This is one driving force that enables you to think beyond your outer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8881626489235146433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/08/relentless-pursuit-of-motivation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8881626489235146433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8881626489235146433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/08/relentless-pursuit-of-motivation.html' title='Relentless pursuit of &apos;Motivation&apos;'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-2790882729928918887</id><published>2010-07-08T23:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:07:03.943+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>That's our machine..</title><summary type='text'>So finally we are in possession of something really great. Our new car, Hyundai i20..!! We had booked this car a month ago, but because of its huge demand, we got it delivered a bit late. It took us with disappointment, but the whole idea of buying something that is in good demand, made me happy. We had tried number of cars as suggested by Divya (after her careful research) but as we stepped into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2790882729928918887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/07/thats-our-machine.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2790882729928918887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2790882729928918887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/07/thats-our-machine.html' title='That&apos;s our machine..'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/TDYZ_6oybSI/AAAAAAAABXw/XJSB-RnN66w/s72-c/IMG_5487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-6915494680384931910</id><published>2010-06-28T16:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:26:34.650+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>'In-laws' are like that only...</title><summary type='text'>I don’t know why the relatives from bride’s side are called as ‘in-laws’ after the marriage. Is it something related to Indian laws or whatever….anyways…. I just thought to pen down my experience with my ‘in-laws’ few weeks back.Those days, the flights were running late as not expected. The flights to/from Mumbai and Delhi deserve special mention when we talk about lateness. It was evening that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6915494680384931910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-laws-are-like-that-only.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6915494680384931910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6915494680384931910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-laws-are-like-that-only.html' title='&apos;In-laws&apos; are like that only...'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-305055794059099157</id><published>2010-04-21T16:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-21T16:16:36.512+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>“Wake up you idiot, don’t be a Karthik”</title><summary type='text'>As we came out of Cinemax theatre after watching movie ‘Wake up Sid’, I could feel the fresh blood flowing exceptionally through my slender veins. While I was driving my ‘old-edition’ bike over the mountainous roads of Banjara hills in Hyderabad, I could contemplate the thought of existing in this world without really waking up…It was midnight, and as we came out of INOX theatre after watching </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/305055794059099157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-up-you-idiot-dont-be-karthik.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/305055794059099157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/305055794059099157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/wake-up-you-idiot-dont-be-karthik.html' title='“Wake up you idiot, don’t be a Karthik”'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-5633589834888502409</id><published>2010-04-04T23:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-04T23:19:48.078+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>1 and 1/2 bottles of beer</title><summary type='text'>I really need a mug full of beer to pen down my experience with divine liquid. Those were the days when sharing 3 bottles of beer were good reason to celebrate without any reason. IIT is a place where carrying colored liquid inside the campus is always considered as an offence. But we hardly cared about the same, and this was never our constraint..!!! We normally had no reason to celebrate; it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5633589834888502409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-and-12-bottles-of-beer.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5633589834888502409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5633589834888502409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/1-and-12-bottles-of-beer.html' title='1 and 1/2 bottles of beer'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-3576884070659686682</id><published>2010-04-04T23:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-17T17:57:12.900+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Show must go on...</title><summary type='text'>As I laid my hands on the red cushion stacked over the dilapidated chair, I felt the streak of pain rushing through my spine. The fluid was gushing through my veins at lower pace than few days before. The eyes seem to be relaxed mood. I slowly sat over the chair with my palm resting over my thigh bone. I rolled my eyes all over the place around. Now, there were no heated fumes. Chairs were placed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3576884070659686682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/show-must-go-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/3576884070659686682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/3576884070659686682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/show-must-go-on.html' title='Show must go on...'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/S8moRzfZ1OI/AAAAAAAABVM/044fWbDpTMo/s72-c/1.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-385662136884291305</id><published>2010-02-01T20:29:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:34:02.121+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>It was, as if, yesterday..</title><summary type='text'>31 January, 2009  06:30 PM“It isn’t the same; the breeze that is shivering me in the month of February in Jaipur. As I am standing in front of a large dressing mirror in the room that practically belongs to me after my marriage, I kept thinking about what’s going on here. Is it the atmospheric chillness that is making me weak or the tepid environment around me that is making me tense? I know it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/385662136884291305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-as-if-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/385662136884291305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/385662136884291305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-as-if-yesterday.html' title='It was, as if, yesterday..'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-2824612599448514913</id><published>2010-01-27T15:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:25:41.672+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>"Aman ki asha"</title><summary type='text'>“Mile sur mera tumhara..”, the song chants like a anthem in every patriotic souls.India celebrated its 60th Republic day with awaited processions in Delhi that were mostly engulfed with sudden dense fog and mist. This is one of the events that raise ecstatic feeling of being part of this country…the country with mighty nuclear powers, rich culture etc etc. This country has stiff history of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2824612599448514913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/aman-ki-asha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2824612599448514913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2824612599448514913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/aman-ki-asha.html' title='&quot;Aman ki asha&quot;'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-6857758794532707110</id><published>2010-01-21T14:31:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:50:04.694+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Hyderabad Blues</title><summary type='text'>..the traffic is still furious, the shops are open and stuffed with thin fumes of incense sticks, the offices are packed with insensitive employees, some of them cursing and some being passionate.Hyderabad has been blessed with an opportunity to encounter more than three ‘bandhs’ (actually I have stopped counting them after three..!!). The issue is related to the demands of a separate state as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6857758794532707110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/hyderabad-blues.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6857758794532707110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6857758794532707110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/hyderabad-blues.html' title='Hyderabad Blues'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-2365865167513007812</id><published>2010-01-11T15:05:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:51:06.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just think about it...</title><summary type='text'>Saari umar humMar mar ke jee liyeEk pal to ab humein jeene doJeene doSaari umar humMar mar ke jee liyeEk pal to ab humein jeene doJeene doSaari umar humMar mar ke jee liyeEk pal to ab humein jeene doJeene doNa na na….Na na na….Na na na….Na na nana na….Give me some sunshineGive me some rainGive me another chanceI wanna grow up once againGive me some sunshineGive me some rainGive me another chanceI</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2365865167513007812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-think-about-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2365865167513007812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2365865167513007812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-think-about-it.html' title='Just think about it...'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-1384404238412778268</id><published>2010-01-09T17:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:51:46.513+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>"3 Cheers"...the third one..</title><summary type='text'>Finally the New Year has come. 2010..!!! It’s a nice way for celebration in view of good things that happened last year and/or in hope of better things to happen next year. Its a nice way to discipline youself by making resolutions that may or may not get realized. Whatever reasons be there, celebrations are anyways nice.This year holds good memories within me. I got married in very first month </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1384404238412778268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-cheersthe-third-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1384404238412778268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1384404238412778268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-cheersthe-third-one.html' title='&quot;3 Cheers&quot;...the third one..'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/S0h3tZRpJWI/AAAAAAAABOo/yMl-kFLl37M/s72-c/iStock_000010688039XSmall-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-5065047399814175574</id><published>2010-01-01T17:24:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:52:24.894+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>"3 cheers"...the second one..</title><summary type='text'>‘3 Idiots’. The name sounded like the story of three dumb looking actors playing their part over the strings of movie director.I must admit, this movie is the most admirable movie of the year (after ‘Kaminey’ etc). After watching this movie I couldn’t fathom that how could it’s director Raj Kumar Hirani make every movie of his so different and special that it connects to the public right from the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5065047399814175574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-cheersthe-second-one.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5065047399814175574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5065047399814175574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-cheersthe-second-one.html' title='&quot;3 cheers&quot;...the second one..'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/Sz3jKIS4idI/AAAAAAAABNs/BJvG_m3FaUo/s72-c/200px-Threeidiots2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-603029662699749988</id><published>2010-01-01T16:02:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:53:03.596+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>"3 cheers"... the first one..</title><summary type='text'>The stage was all set. Every preparation was made to the point and with extreme finesse. The drawing room was adorned with aesthetic surroundings. The glasses were polished to the last blot. All the exotic drinks were placed on top of wooden bar. The room was filled with floral aroma. And yes, we were all dressed up and waiting for the guests, the special guests to arrive.This December, we had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/603029662699749988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-cheers-first-one.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/603029662699749988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/603029662699749988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-cheers-first-one.html' title='&quot;3 cheers&quot;... the first one..'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/Sz3R91cej5I/AAAAAAAABNk/Vrhc5i_YWkg/s72-c/pic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-3969800108087177096</id><published>2009-12-14T13:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-27T15:54:47.462+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><title type='text'>'Paa'..a rare Amitabh's comeback</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the films that you should see, not for the story or the music, but just for the sheer brilliance of the actor’s performance, narration and finally the direction. A little less known in northern cinema, R. Balki has made a deep impact over the viewers by presenting this clean movie. The movie has been in news for quite some time that explains its box office reviews with larger than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3969800108087177096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/paaa-rare-amitabhs-comeback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/3969800108087177096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/3969800108087177096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/paaa-rare-amitabhs-comeback.html' title='&apos;Paa&apos;..a rare Amitabh&apos;s comeback'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/SyXuzamSD7I/AAAAAAAABKg/Jzl3Lxq-Tlg/s72-c/paa-amitabh-abhishek-wallpaper01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-2006134954456596465</id><published>2009-11-18T16:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:36:31.399+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>The Midnight 12</title><summary type='text'>It was a whole new excitement.. I was waiting (made to wait) outside our second bedroom. Today the day was special. I had every reason to get spoiled. I was tired with my office chores and was crambling because of my old-found activity, gym. As soon as I entered the house, I could sense something was being cooked up. Surprise(s) was(were) being followed up.As soon as the clock hit 12 in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2006134954456596465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/midnight-12.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2006134954456596465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2006134954456596465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/midnight-12.html' title='The Midnight 12'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-8274538988448977478</id><published>2009-11-04T16:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:25:23.148+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>No pest-ering anymore</title><summary type='text'>Letter to my juniors…Once upon a time, I had a good time living with my family. After my marriage, we had decided to shift our base from a filthy locality called ‘Kamaan’ to some valley in a posh locality known as Banjara hills. It was called as ‘Amrutha valley’. It was nice valley with all sort of rich and average kind of people. There was an apartment on the ground floor that we chose to make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8274538988448977478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-pest-ering-anymore.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8274538988448977478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8274538988448977478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-pest-ering-anymore.html' title='No pest-ering anymore'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-2775133726756432276</id><published>2009-10-08T16:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-08T16:09:11.714+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Let’s play NFS ...</title><summary type='text'>One fine day, I realized that I should buy a good, sophisticated gaming console and play my favorite ‘Need for Speed (NFS)’ for ages. Of course, I feel eligible enough to buy and play such action packed games. NFS is a game where various cars struggle to complete their lap in minimum possible time while chasing and maneuvering through tensed pathways. You get scratches, dents, and sometimes get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2775133726756432276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-play-nfs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2775133726756432276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2775133726756432276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/lets-play-nfs.html' title='Let’s play NFS ...'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-2152879270763363867</id><published>2009-10-06T18:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:14:35.161+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Floods...boon for atleast someone</title><summary type='text'>"Situation is grim but we definitely need to travel to Bangalore...""...But how?? the roads are flooded and the tracks are all submerged""Let's see if we can get any flight today or tomorrow early morning...""Oh yeah..!! we have couple of them...and it start with 9800 to 14000 per seat..!!!"Andhra was recovering fast from the CM chopper crash, and then sudden heavy splash of rain marred the 'very</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2152879270763363867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/floodsboon-for-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2152879270763363867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2152879270763363867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/floodsboon-for-someone.html' title='Floods...boon for atleast someone'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-4453277653295808111</id><published>2009-10-03T16:40:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-03T17:27:58.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am back..!!!</title><summary type='text'>...ahh finally I got some respite to return back to my blog..!!!So many things have happened since the last time I had written something...I got a new project where am supposed to work on something which I am not really interested... study for my CPIM examination while slogging over this project... couple of guest visits... my laptop display screen slowly moving towards it's untimely death etc </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4453277653295808111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4453277653295808111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4453277653295808111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-back.html' title='I am back..!!!'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-6020532270288986098</id><published>2009-07-08T17:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:10:21.984+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Modern Reality..Rakhi vs Sita</title><summary type='text'>We still hear stories about Sita being married to Lord Ram through auspicious ‘Swayamvar’ where numerous kings and delegations had arrived to grab the opportunity to marry the queen by proving their mettle through wisdom, power and fame.This is new face of reality where everything seems so un-real. These days there are number of reality based television shows that can leave you struck with more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6020532270288986098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/modern-realityrakhi-vs-sita.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6020532270288986098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6020532270288986098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/modern-realityrakhi-vs-sita.html' title='Modern Reality..Rakhi vs Sita'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-7481264268960216526</id><published>2009-06-09T20:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:00:26.506+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>We are no better...</title><summary type='text'>So we are retaliating against Aussies for the racial attacks made on Indian students in Australia. There have been number of cases in Australia where Indian students are stabbed and deeply injured for being Asians. It’s good to hear that communities in India have raised their voices in unison. BUT. Are we different from the Aussies in this respect? Isn’t India one of the serious examples of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7481264268960216526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-no-better.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7481264268960216526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7481264268960216526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/we-are-no-better.html' title='We are no better...'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-503637575493321812</id><published>2009-06-09T20:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:58:29.482+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>"Critical enough???"</title><summary type='text'>It has been around 2 hour and 50 minutes since I have swiped in my office and staring at the white glowing computer screen in front of me. It shows Outlook mail inbox and a word document related to some heavy test scripts that I am assigned with for my next project that is going to start at new place. The cursor hasn’t moved much during this time except a bit of scrolling to avoid hibernation of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/503637575493321812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/critical-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/503637575493321812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/503637575493321812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/critical-enough.html' title='&quot;Critical enough???&quot;'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-1441725811079797857</id><published>2009-06-08T21:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:07:31.357+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>"Happy birthday 2 u..."</title><summary type='text'>So keeping my previous post in background, it was the time when we all had set up a celebration mood for tonight. It was raining like hell when she was in cab commuting to airport to receive her friend. I was just praying that the rains should not turn off the electricity that could seriously dampen the spirits I was trying to imagine. Finally she came home along with two of her best friends from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1441725811079797857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-2-u.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1441725811079797857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1441725811079797857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-2-u.html' title='&quot;Happy birthday 2 u...&quot;'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-1647291034950225883</id><published>2009-06-05T21:54:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:08:29.038+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Few moments to go...</title><summary type='text'>Ahh..it's just few hours from now and then we have a celebration waiting for us. I am so excited at the moments to follow few hours from now that I have decided to sacrifice my dear sleep and write this blog instead..!!!How can I not celebrate this day when HE had blessed me with her aura by sending her to this Earth?? Everything is planned as of now. The cake has been ordered, the flowers would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1647291034950225883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-moments-to-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1647291034950225883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1647291034950225883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-moments-to-go.html' title='Few moments to go...'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-4860478810111718577</id><published>2009-06-01T21:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:59:01.299+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>“HE knew about it..!!!”</title><summary type='text'>It’s strange when we feel ecstatic in small packets of incidences that we experience in our daily life (indeed, daily routine). Yesterday we (me and my wife) experienced a great irony of nature that left us perplexed and laughing at ourself. For the past few weeks (infact months to be conservative), Hyderabad was burning like hell, and despite of our house being on ground floor, we could feel the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4860478810111718577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-knew-about-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4860478810111718577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4860478810111718577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/he-knew-about-it.html' title='“HE knew about it..!!!”'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-2113224275072519864</id><published>2009-06-01T21:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:56:11.091+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Policeman gets poorer</title><summary type='text'>This time I had a short and hilarious stint with a policeman standing near the Hyderabad Deccan railway station waiting for me to come… After spending some four special days with us, it was departure time for my in-laws. They had to catch “Charminar Express” from Deccan railway station which was around 4-5 kms from my residence. I took my bike and my brother-in-law hopped on and we started our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2113224275072519864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/policeman-gets-poorer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2113224275072519864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2113224275072519864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/policeman-gets-poorer.html' title='Policeman gets poorer'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-277264266637433820</id><published>2009-05-18T23:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:32:12.688+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>'Zoozoo' in the age of romance</title><summary type='text'>Finally we’ll see the new government holding the cabinet on Tuesday morning after much fanfare spread across elections and politics. UPA came out as a clear winner despite various odds against its favour. ‘Elections’ was not the only topic of this month, for least interested citizens there was Indian Premier League (IPL), a series of cricket matches that took more than 45 evenings of your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/277264266637433820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoozoo-in-age-of-romance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/277264266637433820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/277264266637433820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/zoozoo-in-age-of-romance.html' title='&apos;Zoozoo&apos; in the age of romance'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/ShGhiyzj13I/AAAAAAAABFk/sllwLFbACdc/s72-c/zoozoo_wallpaper-767997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-1179509319235889524</id><published>2009-05-06T21:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:30:53.482+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>"Hum 7 saath hain..."</title><summary type='text'>Last week was filled with lot more activities than normally what we are occupied with. Our newly rented house had played the host for seven people including me and my wife. Mummy, papa, my sister and two of my cousins had visited Hyderabad for a week passed by and it was the first time after our marriage that we were hosting a big gathering. It was an amazing feeling all together. I remember last</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1179509319235889524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/hum-7-saath-hain.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1179509319235889524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1179509319235889524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/hum-7-saath-hain.html' title='&quot;Hum 7 saath hain...&quot;'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/SgGy4fDsB2I/AAAAAAAABE8/o6zye8D7PLA/s72-c/IMG_3988.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-43260385783988734</id><published>2009-04-21T21:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:23:35.464+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Sabse bada rupaiyya</title><summary type='text'>"BSP candidate Deepak Bhardwaj declares assets worth Rs 600cr"*The recent news in Times of India hadn’t shocked me with awe. Seems it was so obvious that such amount is bound to be possessed by ‘public servants’ of this nation..!! Phew..!!! They are not talking about thousands or lakhs, it whooping 600 CRORES..!! If I count the personals who could/should or are expected to possess such huge pile </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/43260385783988734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/sabse-bada-rupaiyya.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/43260385783988734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/43260385783988734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/sabse-bada-rupaiyya.html' title='Sabse bada rupaiyya'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-2466891713768371327</id><published>2009-04-14T19:07:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:22:36.640+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><title type='text'>The 'Iron' in Me</title><summary type='text'>"Why is that we are born so fragile that we end up being a flimsy piece of junk? I was not the same before. I was not brought up like the same before. I was not destined to be like same before. Then why was I made so brittle in the end…” *“I was as hard as rock when I was smacked with a heavy hammer. The ambience was smelting with heat emanating from blacksmith’s oven. He was scary and had a face</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2466891713768371327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/iron-in-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2466891713768371327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/2466891713768371327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/iron-in-me.html' title='The &apos;Iron&apos; in Me'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-4578679666741375199</id><published>2009-04-11T12:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:24:12.228+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Mumbai Meri Jaan</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am not the best person to write something on Mumbai because I had spent not more than 3-4 months in this city. My first experience with this city was in 2002 when I came from Chandigarh to Mumbai to pursue my summer internship. Last week I had another chance to step in Mumbai and I could feel the same intensity in the city ‘that never sleep’. It’s really true that this city hardly sleep. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4578679666741375199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mumbai-meri-jaan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4578679666741375199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4578679666741375199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/mumbai-meri-jaan.html' title='Mumbai Meri Jaan'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-5933817146051382940</id><published>2009-03-31T20:27:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:24:55.974+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>"Hell Down Under"</title><summary type='text'>It was really awkward to hear so many beeps in between despite of the fact that I could understand the flavor of abuses exchanged among six handsome guys and gals standing along with their Karizma bikes. I am talking about ‘Roadies’, the famous reality adventure show that is being aired on MTV. I have been following this show since mid of 5th season and now it is in final few stages of 6th season</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5933817146051382940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-down-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5933817146051382940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5933817146051382940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/hell-down-under.html' title='&quot;Hell Down Under&quot;'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/SdIwrd-vHHI/AAAAAAAABEc/NoS6E5Zu74s/s72-c/mtv-roadies-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-7866306502858100963</id><published>2009-03-31T20:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:25:27.364+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Southern expedition</title><summary type='text'>One fine afternoon, as we were strolling through the beautiful lanes of Infy campus towards food court to have our lunch, I initiated a interesting topic to infuriate my colleague …'South Indians'. He is a Tamilian and had been in Chennai for quite some time. So I could find the true companion to answer my queries. I was always fascinated with different cultures and behavior that can be observed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7866306502858100963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/southern-expedition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7866306502858100963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7866306502858100963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/southern-expedition.html' title='Southern expedition'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-7246088144004750604</id><published>2009-02-26T19:50:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:05:18.980+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><title type='text'>Crawling ants</title><summary type='text'>“…we were crawling with limp legs over him with a caution. A drop of sweat slide from the scalp of his deceased head and made it's way through rear of the left ear, finally tickled over the bare shoulder and got absorbed in smoldered body. He was such familiar with the pain we were offering him that he had no expressions left for us and let us astonished at him. The ambience was damp with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7246088144004750604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/crawling-ants.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7246088144004750604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7246088144004750604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/crawling-ants.html' title='Crawling ants'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-7509981653849104585</id><published>2009-02-23T19:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:20:17.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the office</title><summary type='text'>The time is around 4 PM and I have already messaged her many times. I was browsing through the pages, but still the thoughts like…has she taken her lunch…has maid servant done her job perfectly…has someone knocked the door…is she sleeping comfortably or not…etc were strolling through my mind. This is not the first time I was thinking about someone left at home behind. In 2007, my parents visited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7509981653849104585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/alone-in-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7509981653849104585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7509981653849104585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/alone-in-office.html' title='Alone in the office'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-8169249810913061030</id><published>2009-02-20T19:36:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:25:50.474+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><title type='text'>A must watch...</title><summary type='text'>"Munni meri behen munni, munni meri behen munni, to tu mar gyee? Lambu ne tujhe lamba kar diya? Maachis ki tilli ko khamba kar diya?".“There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who have seen 'Gunda'. And those who shall see it.” -- Roger AbhertIt is pleasure to have the opportunity to get into first kind of people after watching the highly commendable movie “GUNDA”. It’s a cult movie and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8169249810913061030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/must-watch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8169249810913061030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8169249810913061030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/must-watch.html' title='A must watch...'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/SZ65MOgIBKI/AAAAAAAAA1w/PHqxm1gigZ8/s72-c/bm_gunda.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-8252371409303300960</id><published>2009-02-19T21:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:20:41.253+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Sienna village…Munnar</title><summary type='text'>The hill roads had gruesome and sharp turns that can send shivers down the spine. The breadth of the road could accommodate not more than two bikes at same time, and our driver was so adept at driving on such scales that we were cruising at a speed of 80 kmph.After a long wait during our travel, we finally reached to the top of the hill where our resort was situated.Sienna village is a privately </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8252371409303300960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/sienna-villagemunnar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8252371409303300960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8252371409303300960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/sienna-villagemunnar.html' title='Sienna village…Munnar'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/SZ2M8mWi91I/AAAAAAAAA1o/6w59mxlY1Dk/s72-c/IMG_3472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-5127074466524305121</id><published>2009-02-19T21:05:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:41:07.634+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>God’s own country</title><summary type='text'>It was pitch dark in the night and the roads were too narrow to allow two cars to pass through without any hiccups. The humid air was breezing through the windows of the cars, carrying the aroma of raw spices. Old romantic songs of 90’s were complimenting the journey and she was sleeping with her head resting on my shoulders.  Kerala is known as ‘God’s own country’ and we were heading towards </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5127074466524305121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/gods-own-country.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5127074466524305121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5127074466524305121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/gods-own-country.html' title='God’s own country'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/SZ2CTQYfbcI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/As9QzaGfJ_g/s72-c/IMG_3127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-619971420373702531</id><published>2009-02-17T23:06:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:46:42.463+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Behind the 'sehra'</title><summary type='text'>The cameras were flashing high on the face with numerous mobile phone cameras clicking to get the best and biggest shot of the man behind the ‘sehra’…Numerous hands were jostling to get the streaks of grey colored hair into the ‘saafa’ (turban) so that the sister can smear the forehead with a ‘teeka’…Ladies (man’s bhabhi) were giggling their way out to apply ‘kajal’ on his eye lids... Camera men </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/619971420373702531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/behind-sehra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/619971420373702531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/619971420373702531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/behind-sehra.html' title='Behind the &apos;sehra&apos;'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ZBShIVgvA/SZw_gLFpBhI/AAAAAAAAA00/MbcoJSYFJwo/s72-c/we.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-720467032998575963.post-8935446678646224749</id><published>2009-01-23T12:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:18:06.785+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Last day in my office as a bachelor</title><summary type='text'>Today is Friday, 23rd of January…the date deserve a mention because this is my last day in office as a bachelor. When I will return back to my cubicle after 3 weeks, things wouldn’t be the same. The people around me may be same but the expressions on their faces, after they see me, wouldn’t be the same.Much before the present, I had been reminded about the D-day by all sorts of people (friends, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8935446678646224749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day-in-my-office-as-bachelor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8935446678646224749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8935446678646224749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day-in-my-office-as-bachelor.html' title='Last day in my office as a bachelor'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-1648463370007140112</id><published>2009-01-21T14:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:26:01.535+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Obama-mania</title><summary type='text'>“History will remember you not by what you had destroyed but by what you had built”“We are a nation of Christians, Muslims, Jews, Hindus and non believers”“Those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent — know that you are on the wrong side of history”These were some of the quotes from the legend named 'Barack Hussain Obama'. This is the first time I could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1648463370007140112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-mania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1648463370007140112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/1648463370007140112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/obama-mania.html' title='Obama-mania'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-4919515149270596428</id><published>2009-01-16T16:34:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:19:46.816+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>Jab We Met</title><summary type='text'>…as I was standing in front of the dressing mirror and adjusting my trousers to look superior and formal, my sister intruded my lone privacy with the mirror and started untangling her hair. Of course she knew that the situation actually demanded me to look smarter than her, but still, who can question the ladies while ‘dressing’. As it had been proved that gentlemen normally take 1/3 rd of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4919515149270596428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/jab-we-met.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4919515149270596428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4919515149270596428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/jab-we-met.html' title='Jab We Met'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-4530839141285411697</id><published>2009-01-13T10:10:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:23:17.030+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><title type='text'>“I can still write for AG”</title><summary type='text'>After almost 3 years since I had left writing for AG (Avant Garde), annual e-magazine of MBA@IITK, I came up with an article that truely reflects my feelings for AG that are still alive and rising...-----------------------------“I can still write for AG”Completely unaware of the fact that it was raining heavily outside, the meeting room was filled with a faction of consultants discussing a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4530839141285411697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-still-write-for-ag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4530839141285411697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4530839141285411697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-can-still-write-for-ag.html' title='“I can still write for AG”'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-6665051556021310733</id><published>2009-01-12T16:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:57:42.261+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>The 'Bench'</title><summary type='text'>As I had promised in my earlier post, ‘Bench’ holds a great relevance in life of every person associated with IT industry. This concept is very similar to the name it holds…imagine yourself sitting on a lonely bench and waiting for an opportunity to knock your door before you get up and plunge upon it…imagine yourself sitting on the bench and staring at the person standing in front of you, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6665051556021310733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/bench.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6665051556021310733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6665051556021310733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/bench.html' title='The &apos;Bench&apos;'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-7949944347355736137</id><published>2009-01-09T14:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:58:26.343+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>The ‘Striking’ Day…</title><summary type='text'>Due to the demands raised by truck owners and staff working in oil PSUs, the situation has been created where almost 80-90% of the petrol pumps are now devoid of the stock...The oil industry is facing the closure of plant run time activities...the fertilizer units had been shut off due to unavailability of natural gas through HBJ pipelines...Due to unavailability of essential commodity items, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7949944347355736137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/striking-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7949944347355736137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/7949944347355736137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/striking-day.html' title='The ‘Striking’ Day…'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-7567853785308181661</id><published>2009-01-08T16:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:59:09.930+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Favorite song that changed my life...</title><summary type='text'>Kuchh is tarah teri palkeinmeri palkon se mila de…Aasoon tere… saaremeri palkon pe saja de…Tu har ghadi…har waqtmere saath raha hai…Haan hai yeh jism …kabhi duur, kabhi paas raha hai...Jo bhi ghum hain yeh tereUnhe tu mera pata de…Kuchh is tarah teri palkeinmeri palkon se mila de…Aasoon tere… saaremeri palkon pe saja de…Mujhko to tere chehre peYeh ghum nahi jajjta…Jaaiz nahi lagtamujhe ghum se </summary><link 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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-720467032998575963.post-4757377155765094463</id><published>2009-01-08T15:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:59:45.295+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>One of my fav quotes...</title><summary type='text'>“Don’t let anyone say you can not do”…this is one of my favorite quote from the movie ‘Pursuit of Happyness’. It was said by Will Smith (acting for the role of Chris Gardner) to his son (played by real life son). The situation was like…Smith was shattered by the failures surrounding him and all he was left with was his son and ‘bone density scanner’ (which was referred to as Space Machine by an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4757377155765094463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-my-fav-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4757377155765094463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/4757377155765094463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-of-my-fav-quotes.html' title='One of my fav quotes...'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-6749189264809334870</id><published>2009-01-07T15:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:00:23.720+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Satyam wicket down…</title><summary type='text'>I must say this is the most horrifying news of the year. Right from the beginning when we used to fancy about 'white-collar' job profiles offered by IT companies, Satyam used to take 3rd position after Infosys and TCS. We used to fight to bring these companies to our campus for placements during engineering and MBA days…so the news is spellbound as expected. This is very ridiculous, even after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6749189264809334870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/satyam-wicket-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6749189264809334870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/6749189264809334870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/satyam-wicket-down.html' title='Satyam wicket down…'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-448317498680862410</id><published>2009-01-06T16:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:01:00.611+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>5-minutes nap</title><summary type='text'>The time is 3’o clock in the afternoon…the sun glowing dark in orange after burning at full throttle in the afternoon sky…people’s clatter diffusing into yawns…the spinal chord bending like a melting rod…meeting rooms filled with a air of curfew…eyes drooping like avoiding any more efforts from them…ties unfolded and kept loosely on the desk…coffee machines working overtime like feeding citizens </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/448317498680862410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-minutes-nap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/448317498680862410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/448317498680862410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/5-minutes-nap.html' title='5-minutes nap'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-8035557521476395005</id><published>2009-01-06T14:00:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-22T09:27:04.115+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Experiences'/><title type='text'>"6 Pack Health Cuisine"</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I had a nice experiment with my dinner. After a strenuous workout in the gym I had planned for a modest dinner that could stuff me enough to douse my hunger till breakfast next day…I had seen the hoardings of a restaurant named “6 packs” everywhere in the city. The restaurant boast of offering health food that will drive you to make 6 packs abs in record time...!!!! As I reached its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8035557521476395005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-pack-health-cuisine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8035557521476395005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8035557521476395005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-pack-health-cuisine.html' title='&quot;6 Pack Health Cuisine&quot;'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-3917480685802397837</id><published>2009-01-05T16:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:02:34.019+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>HaPpY nEw YeAr</title><summary type='text'>Vow..!! The new year has come and it is the time to wrap up the past and start looking for the year ahead...make new resolutions, do’s and don’ts and all sort of commitments that you intend to follow in the year ahead. This is great, atleast you’ll have something to follow in the coming year. But is it that simple to wrap up the past in a day and start making ‘guidelines’ for the future? Can’t we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3917480685802397837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/3917480685802397837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/3917480685802397837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HaPpY nEw YeAr'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-8548428949049010195</id><published>2009-01-05T11:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:03:05.400+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>Breaking News...</title><summary type='text'>"People protest against Israeli attacks, in Chandigarh".. Great..!!! Is Israel getting deficient of people to protest against attacks..or they might have hired people in India to protest from their side..?? Or the protesters in Chandigarh wants a new reason to protest (over with hangover of Mumbai attacks and all..)...No offence meant for the protesters but the headlines raised these queries in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8548428949049010195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/breaking-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8548428949049010195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/8548428949049010195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News...'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</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-720467032998575963.post-5076532877550660295</id><published>2009-01-02T17:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:03:48.444+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Point of view'/><title type='text'>..the first one</title><summary type='text'>This is not the first time I had thought of writing for the blogs…Indeed I had already wasted my efforts in making accounts in various blogging sites and then neglecting them without writing even a word… but I hope I would get better with this one (atleast the count is 1 now..!!)…I guess this is the right time to unfold the knots within and let you explore the world from my point of view…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5076532877550660295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5076532877550660295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/720467032998575963/posts/default/5076532877550660295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vipulwithlove.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-one.html' title='..the first one'/><author><name>...Vipul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18018533011610013675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
