<?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-20250317</id><updated>2011-11-15T03:38:08.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lyric</title><subtitle type='html'>What I see</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20250317.post-115992298401112916</id><published>2006-10-03T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:07:56.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year's Mumbai Rainfall !!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 266px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/033.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/030%20Bandra%20-%20Kalanagar%20Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 249px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/030%20Bandra%20-%20Kalanagar%20Bridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 304px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/029%20Bandra%20-%20Lucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 268px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/029%20Bandra%20-%20Lucky.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Traffic Chaos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/025%20Kalyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/025%20Kalyan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/028%20Kalyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/028%20Kalyan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 291px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 288px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/Picture1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/024%20Kalyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 330px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/024%20Kalyan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/034%20Bandra%20Daulat%20Nagar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 307px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/034%20Bandra%20Daulat%20Nagar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 234px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/014%20Sion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 332px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/014%20Sion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/022%20Santacruz%20Airport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 326px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/022%20Santacruz%20Airport.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                 Mumbai Airport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/031%20Bandra%20-%20Local%20Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 249px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/031%20Bandra%20-%20Local%20Bridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/019%20Shahad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 262px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/019%20Shahad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                Pune - Mumbai railway line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/026%20Kalyan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 341px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/400/026%20Kalyan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-115992298401112916?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/115992298401112916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=115992298401112916' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/115992298401112916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/115992298401112916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-years-mumbai-rainfall.html' title='Last year&apos;s Mumbai Rainfall !!!!!!'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</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>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20250317.post-115869980329213559</id><published>2006-09-19T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:21:23.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arsenal....... club that knows how to move the football and make the game look beautiful!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" xmlns="http://purl.org/atom/ns#"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 326px" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docId=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" hl="en"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-115869980329213559?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/115869980329213559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=115869980329213559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/115869980329213559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/115869980329213559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2006/09/arsenal-club-that-knows-how-to-move.html' title='Arsenal....... club that knows how to move the football and make the game look beautiful!!'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</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-20250317.post-115233299040481033</id><published>2006-07-07T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:29:50.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT ZIDANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/zidane-gol-leverkusen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/zidane-gol-leverkusen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zidane's mastery of his art has drawn plaudits from all corners of the globe - especially after his age-defying display against Brazil in Frankfurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brazil coach Carlos Alberto Parreira was the first to pay tribute to the great Zidane, labelling him "a monster" for his performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French legend Michel Platini believes Zidane is one of the most skillful players the game has ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Technically, I think he is the king of what's fundamental in the game - control and passing. I don't think anyone can match him when it comes to controlling or receiving the ball," said Platini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German icon Franz Beckenbauer added: "Zidane is one of the greatest players in history, a truly magnificent player."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pele, a World Cup winner three times with Brazil, hailed the Frenchman after seeing his country go out: "Zidane was the magician in the game."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last word goes to Portugal coach Luiz Felipe Scolari - the next man who must find a way of stopping Zidane when his team meet France in Wednesday's semi-final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zidane is a player that in a fraction of a second can define a match, so we need to take care of him," said Scolari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a shame that players such as Zidane are getting older. We would like to see him play for another seven, eight or 15 years. The ball doesn't cry at his feet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZIDANE'S LEGACY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Zinedine Zidane leaves a pitch for the last time, he will leave an indelible mark on the game he has graced for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A player like Zidane will be remembered for special moments - those frozen in time that have gone down in football folklore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zidane writes his name into football history in the 1998 final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Maradona's iconic second goal against England in 1986, like Johan Cruyff's turn in 1974 that so bemused Swedish right-back Gunnar Olsson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zidane has had so many of them already - the two headers in the 1998 World Cup final, the coolly-taken last-minute penalty to knock out Portugal in the Euro 2000 semi-final, the stunning volley to win the 2002 Champions League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he has more. The ease with which he scored France's third goal against Spain was majestic, as was the way he flicked the ball over Ronaldinho's head on Saturday as if to torment the double World Footballer of the Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On such moments are the careers of the very greatest players defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldinho, by curling a last-minute free-kick a yard over the crossbar, missed the chance to cement his place in the pantheon of greats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zidane is already there, but he may yet have one final, beautiful moment to leave us with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/zidane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/zidane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-115233299040481033?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/115233299040481033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=115233299040481033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/115233299040481033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/115233299040481033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2006/07/speechless.html' title='Speechless!'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</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-20250317.post-114185979051212388</id><published>2006-03-08T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:16:30.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/_41418300_cesc416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/_41418300_cesc416.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 4 am here in India and the whole place is asleep except for me. Some 40 minutes back, I watched gunners pinning down Real Madrid with their high precision armory. We were about 300 people watching Arsenal vs Real Madrid in IIT's Lecture Theater. The atmosphere was wonderful. I am a perpetual Gunner fan. Gunners did live upto their standard. They looked far more composed in both these fixtures against Spanish Giants than ever before. They looked like a complete unit, playing better than Real Madrid in all the departments of the game. This has been an inspiration for me. Arsenal is now the only british team surviving in Champions's League. Chelsea went crashing out yesterday and liverpool succumbed to the tenacity of the portugese side Benfica. So, Arsenal goes on. I always dreamed of a clash between Arsenal and Real Madrid: the 2 most flamboyant footballing sides in Europe. And this was a treat indeed. Even though no goal was scored today, we all were rivetted to our seats. The commentators said "This feels like a Champion's League Final" and it really felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere and standard of the European games is awesome. I would see these matches all my life. And this will have no bearing to how Arsenal perform in these games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/_41418452_beckham416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/_41418452_beckham416.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-114185979051212388?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/114185979051212388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=114185979051212388' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/114185979051212388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/114185979051212388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2006/03/gunners.html' title='Gunners'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20250317.post-114020091424130037</id><published>2006-02-17T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:40:19.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVESTRONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/lance_peloton_1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/lance_peloton_1600x1200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading the autobiography of Lance Armstrong. Its called "Its not about the bike: My journey back to life" I have to say that it is a pleasure that we have such people around us. It took me long to finish reading the book. I had reasons. I dwelled on each line i read. I tried to imagine how it must have felt to vomit thick black tar like matter while he lay on the bed during his chemo. I also imagined the feeling then he won his first "Tour de France" in 99.&lt;br /&gt;The question is "what I learned from all this?" Lance says "every person is capable of much more than he realizes" This is a great lesson i have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has said that children have greater cancer survival rate thar elders. He has told a very touching story. "" In the hospital where Luke (Lance's first son) was born, he visited cancer ward of children. There he carried Cereal boxes with him to gift the children. Those boxes had Lance's foto on them. One small boy who had cancer, grabbed the Box and stood by the knee of Lance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I have this?" the boy asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes you can have it" Said Lance, "its yours"&lt;br /&gt;He just stood there looking at the box, and then he looked back at lance. He was pretty impressed.&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked "what shapes  they are?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?" asked lance&lt;br /&gt;"What shapes they are?'" asked the little fellow again.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, its Cereal. Its all different shapes" said lance.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay" he said&lt;br /&gt;To him, it was not about the cancer. It was all about cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children have that ability to ignore odds and percentages of survival. They dont have fear of failure or fear of embarrassement. May be we should learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is much more to write. I will have to republish this blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-114020091424130037?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/114020091424130037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=114020091424130037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/114020091424130037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/114020091424130037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2006/02/livestrong.html' title='LIVESTRONG'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</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-20250317.post-113826846182917013</id><published>2006-01-26T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T02:23:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>Wildlife, Nature, and curiousity about our livinvg planet is my innate hobby. It must be because of my father. He used to take me to the weekly meeting of "Friends for Animals", where i was exposed to many people, wildlife documentaries and conservation activities. When i was in 7th grade, i went to my first Nature camp at Melaghat national Park in Maharashtra. That was a Tiger domain. Walking through the forest on foot was a thrill indeed. Then i went to numerous camps crisscrossing across India. I found that my country is wonderful, breathtaking. In my 7th and 8th grade, i used to study life cycle of Butterflies. I fostered some 25 butterfly species from the caterpillar stage to Butterfly. But i had no camera. So no photos!!! :-(((( I should have had one. It would have been wonderful to document it all. But some months back i got the opportunity. I found the caterpillars of the butterfly named "Common Mormon" This time i had a camera as well. So I am posting here the fotographs of different stages in the life of Butterflies. It feels nice to take such snaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/DSC01619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/DSC01619.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Butterfly Caterpillar in the initial stage. Looks like a bird dropping. This is to camouflage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/DSC01630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/DSC01630.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The same Caterpillar turning green after some days. This happens by molting off the outer skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/DSC01645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/DSC01645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/DSC01645.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The caterpillar ready to undergo a transformation to Pupa or Chrysalis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/DSC01702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/DSC01702.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Chrysalis!!!!! or a Pupa. Isnt this amazing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/DSC01722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/DSC01722.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Chrysalis from which the Butterfly is about to emerge out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/DSC01726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/DSC01726.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "Female of Common Mormon"(male has all white spots) emerged out. You can see the empty pupa. This is one of the wonders of  natural world. It is really beyond explaination as to how all this happens. The Caterpillar of a particular species of Butterfly feeds only on a specific plant. Like the caterpillar of the "Common Mormon" feeds on lemon (and few more) tree. If you keep it on other plants, it will die of starvation. How does female Common Mormon finds exactly the lemon tree to lay eggs? Its all occult. Its very fascinating indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very satisfying to observe our natural world. Lets see, i hope to see and explore more of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-113826846182917013?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/113826846182917013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=113826846182917013' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113826846182917013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113826846182917013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2006/01/metamorphosis.html' title='Metamorphosis'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20250317.post-113795349558054607</id><published>2006-01-22T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T11:51:01.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song !!</title><content type='html'>Last night, i was lying down on my bed listening to songs by U2. Some of the songs are awesome. Acrobat, Whos gonna run your wild horses, Sweetest thing, Stuck in the Moment and others...... I was thinking about many things and i started to forms some very naive lines of my own. I felt that i should write them down. So, at about 1 am, i started my computer and wrote down the lines. Just thought like putting them on the blog.. after all its my own blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a human being who feels that he has lost on most fronts in his life. He does not know whom to blame. I think of this is a song by such a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Me to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Don’t you dare speak a word,&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why did you kill my bird?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;She was a vivid bird of innovation,&lt;br /&gt;Soaring high in the wind of my imagination&lt;br /&gt;Can that wind now carry away my tears?&lt;br /&gt;I have prepared for it, not much…. Just the open doors..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Don’t you dare speak a word,&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why did you kill my bird?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;She was a tender bird, filled with emotion..&lt;br /&gt;Always flying around me, to show her compassion..&lt;br /&gt;I never understood, but it must have been hard on her wings..&lt;br /&gt;Surely a crime that I have messed up on so many things..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So don’t ever dare speak a word,&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why did you kill my bird?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;She was a bird, who thought different,&lt;br /&gt;Vultures, flycatchers, eagles, owls, cormorant;&lt;br /&gt;But now I lie down with only clichéd thoughts in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Surely this must be a dream, can’t the time now unwind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You don’t need to speak a word,&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why did you kill my bird..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;God to Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I never killed the bird my son,&lt;br /&gt;It is you; you are the one!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You need to look in, rather than blame…&lt;br /&gt;The bird can be a phoenix rising through the flame….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-113795349558054607?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/113795349558054607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=113795349558054607' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113795349558054607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113795349558054607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2006/01/song.html' title='A Song !!'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20250317.post-113760735238547188</id><published>2006-01-18T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T10:12:32.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 4 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This blog is dedicated to last 4 four days.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. These days cover two distinct locations Pune and The Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sunday M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/300px-LITF-Albatross.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/300px-LITF-Albatross.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;orning, My Home, 2pm:&lt;br /&gt;I was lying down and was watching TV. Animal Planet showcased a documentary "With Sir David Attenborough" David Attenborough is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; simply wonderful and fascinating person. I would love to be him. He is one of the pioneers in wildlife film making. No one has stimulated viewer's sensations to the extent as he has. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;David Attenborough joined the BBC's fledgling television service in 1952, fronting Zoo Quest, the breakthrough wildlife series that established the international reputation of the BBC Natural History Unit at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bristol&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. His various documentary films are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1954-64 &lt;span style=""&gt;Zoo Quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1975 &lt;span style=""&gt;The Explorers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1976 &lt;span style=""&gt;The Tribal Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1977-&lt;span style=""&gt; Wildlife on One &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/dvd_life_freezer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/dvd_life_freezer.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1979 &lt;span style=""&gt;Life on Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1984 &lt;span style=""&gt;The Living Planet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1987 &lt;span style=""&gt;The First Eden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989 &lt;span style=""&gt;Lost Worlds, Vanished Lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990 &lt;span style=""&gt;The Trials of Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993 &lt;span style=""&gt;Wildlife 100 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993 &lt;span style=""&gt;Life in the Freezer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1995 &lt;span style=""&gt;The Private Life of Plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I am very font of all this. My ultimate educational goal is to attain a PhD in specialization in Mechanical Engineering. But dont be surprized if i land up pursuing my career like Sir David. This is just a hint for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Monday, 530 pm LnT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I joined yoga and pranayam clasees. The clasees are from 530 to 700. I have gone for last three days. I feel the change. During the class, whatever pranayam and yoga we are taught, seems powerful. There is a technique known as deep relaxation technique. During that exercise, i almost fell asleep. Believe me they are excellent. I dont know what are the benefits. But i do not go their for the benefits. I go thru curiosity. I go there because i want to know the things that i dont. Will continue with the classes and post more soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Wednesday,  Powai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Got  my Bike repaired. Thanks to Mandy. Bike was  dead for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-113760735238547188?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/113760735238547188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=113760735238547188' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113760735238547188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113760735238547188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-4-days.html' title='Last 4 Days'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20250317.post-113713889032109265</id><published>2006-01-12T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T00:06:59.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IIT--&gt;LnT--&gt;(via local)--&gt;around Mumbai</title><content type='html'>This is how i live. As titled above i try to capitalize on any free time i get. And i like to roam around in Mumbai in that time. Mumbai is awesome place. When i have progressed from old stages to new stages, i never felt that the old stages were level less. Let me offer an example because some of the readers might need it. When I came to COEP (only for those who understand the expansion of these four letters), It was a wonderful place to be in. But I never hated SP College or felt that COEP is far superior. Every college has its key role and I have respect for it. But things have changed for me. I have been in Mumbai for last 6 months and now i really feel that Pune is very much pathetic compared to Mumbai. I still like Pune, but Mumbai is class apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mumbai deserves a separate paragraph. Mumbai is massive, it is Local, it is BEST, it is Slow as well as Fast, it is Sky Scraping, it is Deep, it even has a Wildlife Sanctuary in it, it is fly overs, it is fly over seas, and what not. Mumbai is simply superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell what I do each day. I wake up at 7 with a tolerance of 30 mins. Then I walk till IIT gate. I catch BEST. Then I reach LnT. I stay there till 5.10 with a tolerance of +2-3 hours. Then I come back. I sleep at around 1-2 with a tolerance of +1-2 hours. Bakee Lunch arnd Dinner timings are not worth mentioning. Karan they are quite predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in the Department of "Technology and New Product Realization" which analogous to a R&amp; D department. I work on HP personal computer with Windows XP as OS. I have various softwares installed on it. To run these softwares effectively i havea 2Gb RAM on my machine. The softwares include ADAMS, Uni-Graphics, I-deas and many other high end workstation softwares. I utilise them to a 1% of their true capacity. Because i have a limited Brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get time, i try to roam around in Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;I think I should sign off now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Think Different..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Makarand Datar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-113713889032109265?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/113713889032109265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=113713889032109265' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113713889032109265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113713889032109265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2006/01/iit-lnt-via-local-around-mumbai.html' title='IIT--&gt;LnT--&gt;(via local)--&gt;around Mumbai'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</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>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20250317.post-113699016937135808</id><published>2006-01-11T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:47:34.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Different</title><content type='html'>Think Different was an advertising slogan made by the advertising agency TBWA\Chiat\day for Apple Computers during the late 1990s. It was used in a famous television commercial and several print advertisements. The slogan was used at the end of several product commercials, until the advent of Apple’s switch ad campaign. Apple currently has no widely used slogan, and their commercials usually end with a silhouetted Apple logo and sometimes a pertinent website address.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the death of civil-rights pioneer Rosa Parks on October 24, 2005, the campaign briefly reemerged on Apple's website in reverse type on the famed bus ride photo with the text "Rosa Parks — 1913-2005" in the left corner and "Think Different" in the right. It has been noted that the slogan is grammatically incorrect, and should be "Think Differently" instead. Others have criticized Apple for seemingly trying to associate their brand with historic figures, which may or may not have approved of Apple's products. Supporters of Apple argued that they were paying tribute to the figures in question.&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The advertisement is quite wonderful and the lyrics is simply rivetting, it goes like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-edison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/Think-edison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/think-earhart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/think-earhart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Ghandi.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/Think-Ghandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/think-CharlieChaplin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/think-CharlieChaplin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-FF-Coppola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/Think-FF-Coppola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Ghandi.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/think-callas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/think-callas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Ghandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Ghandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/think-CharlieChaplin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Here's to the crazy ones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;the misfits,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;the rebels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;the troublemakers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The round pegs in the square holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The ones who see things differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;They're not fond of rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;and they have no respect for the status quo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;You can quote them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;disagree with them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;glorify or vilify them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;About the only thing you can't do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;is ignore them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;because they change things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;They push the human race forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;And while some may see them as the crazy ones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;we see genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Because the people who are crazy enough to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;think they can change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;are the ones who do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The original Lyrics is a bit longer. This is a compact version of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Ghandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Henson-Kermit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/Think-Henson-Kermit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Houston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/Think-Houston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Martha-Graham-NoFold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/Think-Martha-Graham-NoFold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Picasso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/Think-Picasso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-JohnYoko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/Think-JohnYoko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Robinson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/Think-Robinson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Aldrin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/Think-Aldrin.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/Think-Albert.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/200/Think-Albert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-113699016937135808?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/113699016937135808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=113699016937135808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113699016937135808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113699016937135808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2006/01/think-different.html' title='Think Different'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</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-20250317.post-113593534159869719</id><published>2005-12-30T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:49:00.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>right,  I turned 22 on the 30th day of december 2005. Here I recollect words from a Metallica song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"life it seems will fade away, drifting further every day&lt;br /&gt;getting lost within my self, nothing matters noone else,&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a will to live, simply nothing more give,&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing more for me, need a end to set me free"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lines are awsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, I want to write some lines delivered by steve jobs.....&lt;br /&gt;He says,&lt;br /&gt;" Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything - all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;What I feel is, 'I am already 22, and I want to die young as late as possible.......'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-113593534159869719?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/113593534159869719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=113593534159869719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113593534159869719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113593534159869719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2005/12/22.html' title='22'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</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-20250317.post-113574682912736235</id><published>2005-12-27T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T19:46:15.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job Effect!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/jobs_grad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 271px; height: 260px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/jobs_grad2.jpg" border="0" height="243" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I have created this blog account days back, but never felt like posting anyhting. Last month of my life will be marked as one of the most beatiful periods for me. This will carry an embossing effect on my whole life. This is what made me write this Blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cause for this effect on me is man whom i will revere forever. Steve Jobs......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been few years now since i first heard of Steve Jobs. But never took pains to learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One afternoon about 25 days back, i was purging my mailbox off the mails which were of no use to me anymore. There i came across the mail titled "Steve Jobs' Speech at Stanford University". I had read that mail previously, but just like any other. This time i read it a bit thoroughly, i just felt like reading it once again. The speech simply is overwhelming. Some speeches are Sentimental, some are Patriotic. When i thought that what wou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ld be the best word for Jobs speech, i came up with the word Powerful. The speech is simply and truely powerful. It will simply uproot you. Words are mighty was only a philosophical term for me. Not any more!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, just like any other inquisitive human, i read about Steve Jobs and Apple Computers and PIXAR and neXT; voraciously. My school's group provides me a very wonderful environment to express my opinions. After all we all were toge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ther for six long years. The period when i spent more time in school than my home. So, i dropped in a mail saying that i want to give a presentation on Steve Jobs' Life. The response was as expected, almost everyone was ready to join for the presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So, there i was on 18th of December, 830 pm, giving a presentation on Steve Jobs. It was wonderful, positive, cerebral and i felt very satisfied about it. Everyone liked it. Then we discussed about Alvin Toffler and his book " The Third Wave" The presentation was Audio-Visual and we were rivetted by the ""THINK DIFFERENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"" advertisement of Apple Computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Then on next Saturday, i presented this topic at "Dinanath Mangeshkar Hospital". The audiance was management people of Dinanath Mangeshkar Hospital and some seniors of my school. It is wonderful experience and everyone who saw the presentation was captivated by it. Its not the case that i made the presentation particularly fascinating. But, the acvievements of Steve Jobs capture everyone's hearts. I have reached to a conclu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;sion that everyone should read about Steve Jobs as early as possible in their lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;I myself downloaded some 50 odd Videos related to Apple Computers, Steve jobs and a BBC Documentary-"World's Greatest, Bill Gates vs Steve Jobs". Also listened to Steve Wozniak's interview who is the co-founder of Apple Computers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Now, after this month, when i look back, i thank myself for thinking of purging my mailbox. Because this is where it all started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Now as I sign off, i would like to say that "Some dreams first app&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;ear to be impossible then they become improbabale but when you summon you will, they become inevitable" And this is what i am going to try in my life ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/1600/DSC00706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2602/1402/320/DSC00706.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20250317-113574682912736235?l=dmakarand.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/feeds/113574682912736235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20250317&amp;postID=113574682912736235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113574682912736235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20250317/posts/default/113574682912736235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmakarand.blogspot.com/2005/12/job-effect.html' title='The Job Effect!!!'/><author><name>Makarand</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02962278506754200687</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></feed>
