<?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-8307625</id><updated>2011-08-19T15:35:52.886+02:00</updated><category term='tiger'/><category term='extinct'/><category term='human'/><title type='text'>OCTOPUS</title><subtitle type='html'>"I wanna live 'til I die, no more, no less."
                                  -- Eddie Izzard</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-2753101179836450335</id><published>2010-11-21T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:57:53.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Called Life:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/TOlpl586EzI/AAAAAAAAASg/BuqzL5WQXec/s1600/work_life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/TOlpl586EzI/AAAAAAAAASg/BuqzL5WQXec/s320/work_life.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had slight touch of fever today... so stayed at home. Nothing much to do. Eat,Watch TV, scan through the mails, relaxing and read through old papers and dairies.&amp;nbsp; In of the dairies, I found this poem which I had written in December 2005....&amp;nbsp; It is quite interesting that the state of mind I was in! Hmmm... Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Something comes my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; with a slow decay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Something goes in flash,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; like a stash of cash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Something falls apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; through the middle of the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Something seems so green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; so clear and pristine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; As I take a drag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; of a number of fag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Someone touches me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I fall on my knee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's what life is all about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Gatz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-2753101179836450335?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/2753101179836450335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=2753101179836450335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/2753101179836450335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/2753101179836450335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-called-life.html' title='Something Called Life:'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/TOlpl586EzI/AAAAAAAAASg/BuqzL5WQXec/s72-c/work_life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-2338569209373343039</id><published>2010-11-07T21:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T21:57:10.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The O-banana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/TNcKDsA-ISI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OWCO3Clreuk/s1600/obama-hope.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/TNcKDsA-ISI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OWCO3Clreuk/s320/obama-hope.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Obama is touring India. Well, it seems he is on a single point agenda. Jobs back home! It&amp;nbsp; was defined that the jobs will be created by selling $12bil worth of equipments which would create 50,000 odd jobs. I'm not sure how, but let's keep it that way. Whatever it is, there are some first to this events. It is the first time in the &lt;br /&gt;history of US that it has come to India asking for something! back in 1950's when India asked for monetary help to improve its economy, it was turn down... and from then on... India has been reeling on a very slow growth rate... until someone proposed that time has come for India to open its markets.. that happened in 1991... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then what's the problem now? The problem is...US wants India to open up the domestic market also.It seems it is in a deep shit with 9.6% unemployment rate, the economic downturn is NOT all over. With opening up of the domestic market what will happen? All the small time shops have to be shut down. Because the items which would be available in small shops will now be available in desi WALL MARTS. The main target of US is the agriculture production. India is no 2 in the world in terms of vegetable production. (You can imagine how many from the size of vegetarians). It is top 5 in production of wheat. Right now the cultivable land in US is dominated by the plants for production of oil seeds called bio fuel. our land would be used to feed the people of US whereas their land would be used for production of oil which in-turn will supply the Tankers,Warships, Aircrafts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the New-world of colonization! Let the war for food begin!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Are we so vulnerable to external influence? we have been influenced externally all through our history, starting from the Gupta empire till the Britishers. Nothing will change the crux of of living. Going to &lt;br /&gt;chai wala and asking for a single cig will not change even if WALL mart comes and establishes its colony in India. There will still be a chai wala next to Wall mart selling his beedies. Because that's the way of life! and it will not change. I remember when i used to do my research in IISc. It is completely banned to sell cig's in the campus. But there used to be a cig wala just outside the wall of the campus selling cig's and beedies across the compound. Scientists, professors and the likes of that caliber would take a coffee and then go to this wall and buy cig from this guy who's&amp;nbsp; standing outside the campus but attached to the wall. I mean we are used to circumvent the rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we never follow any rules... be it driving on the road or buying items from the shops.. its our way! its our life! we know how to circumvent the rules to our advantage. ;) There is a fear that opening up the domestic market to US companies will ruin us completely. I ask... the farmers are suiciding now... what worst will happen more? One thing might happen... The demand for food like vegetables, grains and wheat would increase. which would drive up the costs in India. Hence the affordability by the normal person will be difficult. I see... Ton's of potatoes are getting rotten in the go-downs... Tons of wheat is getting rotten in the go-down.. who is accountable for all these. I say, the farmers will get a good price for his products if he sells his goods to US companies. Or rather US companies might come directly to the farmers to ask for vegetables, and other products. Well, i am not a economist but suitable strategy and price control would make the situation win-win. But how much win -win ? that is left for time to tell... OR rather to Mr Swami... till then let the O banana roll......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Gattz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-2338569209373343039?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/2338569209373343039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=2338569209373343039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/2338569209373343039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/2338569209373343039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-banana.html' title='The O-banana'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/TNcKDsA-ISI/AAAAAAAAAR8/OWCO3Clreuk/s72-c/obama-hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-3272687199761228319</id><published>2010-10-09T17:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T17:00:43.624+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Down The Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/TLCDOa3wH1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/WshY30U-lvk/s1600/memories.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/TLCDOa3wH1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/WshY30U-lvk/s320/memories.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shake down 1979&lt;br /&gt;cool kids never have the time..&lt;br /&gt;On a Live wire right up off the street&lt;br /&gt;You and i should meet......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the greatest moment of our lives is when we were free. Born free. To do just anything you like. We had wings, the wings of dreams. With which we would fly high. When sky was the limit. Then comes a moment where you have to move on. Earn a living. Get married. Have kids. Just when you realize that time is moving too fast. you listen to this music... The moments... the seconds.. when you would make rules... believing in you was at its prime... I spoke to one guy who works for GE. He had come to stockholm to manage a project... so i asked him what's the greatest moment of his life? Is it that he got into IIT? is it that he scored a jackpot? he said... he cherishes the moment when he was free... when he could do anything he wanted... and that moment was his college days... the fist love... air of fresh breath... the ordis, critis, merci's ... you name it! and the devas, the timmy, the dammanna's, the night outs... the mallu's, the gulti's the northie... masala chai... and there were days when we used to go to beaches... be it goa or malpe. Those were the moments. Those who lived it they will cherish.. the trees fluttering in the rain. The hot cup of tea and ciggarette in Devas...  the sessionals.. The days when we didn't even care what was right or what was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the greatest moment of lives are when we are Free. Born free. The moments are not spoiled yet. May be those dreams are naive. Now its time to have more logical dreams and pursue happiness within those boundries. Whatever the crap, i am damn sure we live those moments now. I did ask the same guy one more question. Do You ever miss those greatest moments of life? He said... ''I lived it!, Now its time to find another greatest moment''... the music slowly fades out. I go back to my memories again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Gatty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-3272687199761228319?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/3272687199761228319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=3272687199761228319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/3272687199761228319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/3272687199761228319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2010/10/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down The Memory Lane'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/TLCDOa3wH1I/AAAAAAAAAR0/WshY30U-lvk/s72-c/memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-6350919496057776572</id><published>2010-02-25T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:25:09.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THE THEORY OF LOVE, LUST AND EVERYTHING ELSE</title><content type='html'>Blues were the days,&lt;br /&gt;When Eve was making hays.&lt;br /&gt;Things were hard to comeby,&lt;br /&gt;Enough they had for a standby.&lt;br /&gt;Life was boring, &lt;br /&gt;The same lion roaring,&lt;br /&gt;The birds humming,&lt;br /&gt;Neither the winds charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Adam was having an apple&lt;br /&gt;Advised the angel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Adam and Eve&lt;br /&gt;Go on a leave”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam knew the same ways,&lt;br /&gt;The lion, birds, and the wind sway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam decided to pursue&lt;br /&gt;The secret little garden&lt;br /&gt;Which Eve had hidden.&lt;br /&gt;Eve was wise, ‘cause Adam ran out of choice&lt;br /&gt;Thus began the theory of LOVE, LUST and Everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        --- Gatty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-6350919496057776572?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/6350919496057776572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=6350919496057776572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/6350919496057776572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/6350919496057776572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2010/02/theory-of-love-lust-and-everything-else.html' title='THE THEORY OF LOVE, LUST AND EVERYTHING ELSE'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-6392531909095532673</id><published>2009-12-05T16:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T20:29:18.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate Copenhagen: My Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/Sxp8rUUzaMI/AAAAAAAAANs/NOvNcb1B71k/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:595.3pt 841.9pt; 	margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; 	mso-header-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could see a piece of sky from my window. Its 10 am. Its cold and windy outside. There is hardly any SUN. Well it's not because of pollution, but its like that. We hardly get any sunlight during December. I was surfing through the internet and a piece of news caught my attention. It was the climate forum in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Copenhagen&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I had heard about similar type of forum back in 1997 something in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Kyoto&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I was just curious about this and started looking for more details on it. What exactly is meant by climate change? Does it mean that the naturally occurring phenomena in the environment could be/will be /might&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;be altered to cause an unnatural phenomena in the coming future? This change in the environment will kill us all? I don’t know. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like soy sauce especially when it is used in WOK. I browsed with the help of ''dr google'' about soy sauce. If there is anyone who knows everything other than GOD then its ''dr google'' he he he… So dr google gives me an answer stating that soy sauce is made from soya beans. Well, its so simple. My curiosity would not stop here. I looked again and again. Soy sauce is the main ingredient in Asian cooking and its spreading in the western world too... They use this for literally everything. Why not? I pondered. Its such a good sauce and mixes with every known vegetable and meat like ice in an ice cream. Hmmm….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, I just got more curious about this little soya beans. I mean how many people consume it around the world? I looked for it again. Dr google gives me an answer: A huge number hundereds of millions of them. I said WoW! So many. I am not the only one! Just for the sake of curiosity I went to the nearby supermarket to find out if they have soya sauce. They had it! I went to another one. They also had it! And another. They had it! That proves it! Its after all what makes the food eatable and also it flavours very well, so well that we get addicted to it! Ahhh… this human senses. To start again from where I left: So there are hundreds and millions of them who are consuming the soyasauce. But how is it possible to feed these many? Is it because of the diligence efforts made by the supermarkets and companies to procure this item no matter what? But how is it possible to produce so much amount of soyabeans to make so much soysauce? My curiosity took me to another level. I started to look for the countries who produced the most soyabeans. And there you go it was U.S! No wait.. its not! Its &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;brazil&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; No way! I could not get a clear idea of what going on. So I consulted some experts in economy. This is what they had to say. The consumption of soysauce had increased so much in china in the past decade that china is no longer able to produce the required quantity of soyasauce to feed the population. It outsources the production of soyabeans to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt; Argentina &amp;amp; Brazil&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;brazil&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; in turn becomes the largest exporter of soyabeans to china. Also the biggest grower of soyabeans, the US supplies the soyabeans to Mc Donalds... Hmmmm….. there you go. But why&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;brazil&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;? Is it because they have lot of land for growing crops! I asked the expert again. He said the soyabeans need hot summer and fertile land to grow, ideally river basins and need continuous flow of water for nitrogen fixation. &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is not a big consumer of soya sauce and also the river basins are used for growing paddy and wheat and other crops. Also &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is able to produce enough to feed its people with the available land. Hence it will not allow its land to grow other types of crops. And US is now growing crops for exporting it to Mc Donalds and other crops for making biofuel! I wonder if the people will eat burgers drink fuel in the near future… Anyways, so that makes &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;brazil&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; a good alternative for China! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Good. Now &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;brazil&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is happy to produce soyabeans for the Chinese and the Americans as long they are stuffed with currency. But at what cost? At the cost of the rainforest! Enormous amounts of lands are being cleared to produce this single crop. The rainforest is thinning down every minute, the insects are disappearing rapidly. Animals are pushed to a very small area. Species are being extinct in this process. Trees which maintain carbon dioxide cycle are reducing day by day. So what? As long as I get to eat my WOK with soya sauce, I am happy. Do I need to get alarmed simply because one species of insect which is neither a distant relation of mine nor my ancestor gets disappeared on the face of the earth? Or Do I need to get alarmed because of my action of consuming soya sauce that makes the insects and species disappear? Well, insects’ play a very vital role in the ecosystem. They have a very special place in the ecosystem. They keep the balance of this ecosystem by pollinating plants which inturn bears fruits. Which means the soya plants can produce soya beans because of these insects! There you go…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sit in my cosy sofa: a leather covered quilt stuffed thing, with my laptop in hand, typing this little piece of article which no one will read. I tend to imagine few things. Things about my future, about my childrens future and their childrens future. How will my children live without soy sauce, could they adapt to tomatoes instead? Few happy and shiny people will get together in Copenhagen to decide how the soyabean plants have to be grown so that I still get my portion of soy sauce without affecting the insects, animals, plants, water, CO2, etc which in turn will decide my future and my kids future and their future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh! My God. Our forefathers should not have put these happy and shiny people into this mess! It’s a huge burden. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;May be we should start thinking about how to grow soyabeans in MARS!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;/Gatty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-6392531909095532673?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/6392531909095532673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=6392531909095532673&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/6392531909095532673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/6392531909095532673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2009/12/climate-copenhagen-my-tree.html' title='Climate Copenhagen: My Tree'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/Sxp8rUUzaMI/AAAAAAAAANs/NOvNcb1B71k/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-688570209700882684</id><published>2008-03-26T09:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:25:04.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>25,016 and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/R-oLRuE7WZI/AAAAAAAAADg/VJUC2mfuIHA/s1600-h/037538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/R-oLRuE7WZI/AAAAAAAAADg/VJUC2mfuIHA/s320/037538.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181966720297556370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Full Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Date of Birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;st1:date ls="trans" month="4" day="24" year="1973" st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;April 24, 1973&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:date&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Place of Birth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Mumbai &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Major Teams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;, Mumbai &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Batting Style:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Right -Hand Batsman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Bowling Style:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Right Arm Medium, Leg Break, Right Arm Off Break&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;ODI Debut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; v &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gujranwala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, 2nd ODI, 1989/90 &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Test Debut:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; v &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Karachi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, 1st Test, 1989/90&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Height:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;5'5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back 2 years. March ,2006. Ind vs Eng in India. 3 tests and 7 ODI's. First test played during March(1-5) happened to be a draw. Second test played during march (9-13)  Ind bt Eng by 9 wickets. Third and Final Test, march 18 -22 Eng bt Ind.  Very Very dismal performance by the giant Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar. He was right under the scanner of 1billion Indians and a committee of few baboons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On March 26, 2006 an article was put here. Exactly 2 years back... Overwhelming response to sachin indicated that he was here to stay. Now, its march 26, 2008. India is back from Australian series writing of a comprehensive victory... Now dare talk about sachin's removal..!!! what a turn over of events... that's the trait "i would say" of a master...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at his records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Highest Run scorer in the ODI&lt;br /&gt;2. Most number of hundreds in the ODI 41*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 3pt;"&gt; 3. Most number of nineties in the ODI&lt;br /&gt;4. Most number of man of the matches(56) in the ODI's&lt;br /&gt;5. Most number of man of the series(14) in ODI's&lt;br /&gt;6. Best average for man of the matches in ODI's&lt;br /&gt;7. First Cricketer to pass 10000 run in the ODI&lt;br /&gt;8. First Cricketer to pass 15000 run in the ODI&lt;br /&gt;9. He is the highest run scorer in the world cup (1,796 at an average of 59.87 as on 20 March 2007)&lt;br /&gt;10. Most number of the man of the matches in the world cup&lt;br /&gt;11. Most number of runs 1996 world cup 523 runs in the 1996 Cricket World Cup at an average of 87.16&lt;br /&gt;12. Most number of runs in the 2003 world cup 673 runs in 2003 Cricket World Cup, highest by any player in a single Cricket World Cup&lt;br /&gt;13. He was Player of the World Cup Tournament in the 2003 Cricket World Cup.&lt;br /&gt;14. Most number of Fifties in ODI's 87&lt;br /&gt;15. Appeared in Most Number of ODI's 407&lt;br /&gt;16. He is the only player to be in top 10 ICC ranking for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;17. Most number of 100's in test's 38&lt;br /&gt;18. He is one of the three batsmen to surpass 11,000 runs in Test cricket, and the first Indian to do so&lt;br /&gt;19. He is thus far the only cricketer to receive the Rajiv Gandhi Khel Ratna, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; 's highest sporting honor&lt;br /&gt;20. In 2003, Wisden rated Tendulkar as d No. 1 and Richards at No. 2 in all time Greatest ODI player&lt;br /&gt;21. In 2002, Wisden rated him as the second greatest Test batsman&lt;br /&gt;after Sir Donald Bradman.&lt;br /&gt;22. he was involved in unbroken 664-run partnership in a Harris&lt;br /&gt;Shield game in 1988 with friend and team mate Vinod Kambli,&lt;br /&gt;23. Tendulkar is the only player to score a century in all three&lt;br /&gt;of his Ranji Trophy, Duleep Trophy and Irani Trophy debuts&lt;br /&gt;24. In 1992, at the age of 19, Tendulkar became the first&lt;br /&gt;overseas born player to represent &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Yorkshire&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Tendulkar has been granted the Rajiv Gandhi Khel Ratna,&lt;br /&gt;Arjuna Award and Padma Shri by Indian government. He is the only Indian&lt;br /&gt;cricketer to get all of them.&lt;br /&gt;26. Tendulkar has scored over 1000 runs in a calendar year in&lt;br /&gt;ODI's 7 times&lt;br /&gt;27. Tendulkar has scored 1894 runs in calendar year in ODI's most&lt;br /&gt;by any batsman&lt;br /&gt;28. He is the highest earning cricketer in the world&lt;br /&gt;29. He has the least percentage of the man of the matches awards&lt;br /&gt;won when team looses a match. Out of his 56 man of the match awards only&lt;br /&gt;5 times &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has lost.&lt;br /&gt;30. Tendulkar most number man of match awards(10) against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. In August of 2003, Sachin Tendulkar was voted as the&lt;br /&gt;"Greatest Sportsman" of the country in the sport personalities category&lt;br /&gt;in the Best of India poll conducted by Zee News.&lt;br /&gt;32. In November 2006, Time magazine named Tendulkar as one of the&lt;br /&gt;Asian Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;33. In December 2006, he was named "Sports person of the Year&lt;br /&gt;34. The current India Poised campaign run by The Times of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has nominated him as the Face of New India next to the likes of Amartya&lt;br /&gt;Sen and Mahatma Gandhi among others.&lt;br /&gt;35. Tendulkar was the first batsman in history to score over 50&lt;br /&gt;centuries in international cricket&lt;br /&gt;36. Tendulkar was the first batsman in history to score over 75&lt;br /&gt;centuries in international cricket:79 centuries&lt;br /&gt;37. Has the most overall runs in cricket, (ODIs+Tests+Twenty20s),&lt;br /&gt;as of 30 June 2007 he had accumulated almost 26,000 runs overall.&lt;br /&gt;38. Is second on the most number of runs in test cricket just&lt;br /&gt;after Brian Lara&lt;br /&gt;39. Sachin Tendulkar with Sourav Ganguly hold the world record&lt;br /&gt;for the maximum number of runs scored by the opening partnership. They&lt;br /&gt;have put together 6,271 runs in 128 matches&lt;br /&gt;40. The 20 century partnerships for opening pair with Sourav&lt;br /&gt;Ganguly is a world record&lt;br /&gt;41. Sachin Tendulkar and Rahul Dravid hold the world record for&lt;br /&gt;the highest partnership in ODI matches when they scored 331 runs against&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand in 1999&lt;br /&gt;42. Sachin Tendulkar has been involved in six 200 run&lt;br /&gt;partnerships in ODI matches - a record that he shares with Sourav&lt;br /&gt;Ganguly and Rahul Dravid&lt;br /&gt;43. Most Centuries in a calendar year: 9 ODI centuries in 1998&lt;br /&gt;44. Only player to have over 100 innings of 50+ runs (41&lt;br /&gt;Centuries and 87 Fifties)(as of 18th Nov, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;45. the only player ever to cross the 13,000-14,000 and 15,000&lt;br /&gt;run marks IN ODI.&lt;br /&gt;46. Highest individual score among Indian batsmen (186* against&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; in 1999).&lt;br /&gt;47. The score of 186* is listed the fifth highest score recorded&lt;br /&gt;in ODI matches&lt;br /&gt;48. Tendulkar has scored over 1000 ODI runs against all major&lt;br /&gt;Cricketing nations.&lt;br /&gt;49. Sachin was the fastest to reach 10,000 runs taking 259&lt;br /&gt;innings and has the highest batting average among batsmen with over&lt;br /&gt;10,000 ODI runs&lt;br /&gt;50. Most number of Stadium Appearances: 90 different Grounds&lt;br /&gt;51. Consecutive ODI Appearances: 185&lt;br /&gt;52. On his debut, Sachin Tendulkar was the second youngest&lt;br /&gt;debutant in the world&lt;br /&gt;53. When Tendulkar scored his maiden century in 1990, he was the&lt;br /&gt;second youngest to score a century&lt;br /&gt;54. Tendulkar's record of five test centuries before he turned 20&lt;br /&gt;is a current world record&lt;br /&gt;55. Tendulkar holds the current record (217 against NZ in 1999/00&lt;br /&gt;Season) for the highest score in Test cricket by an Indian when&lt;br /&gt;captaining the side&lt;br /&gt;56. Tendulkar has scored centuries against all test playing&lt;br /&gt;nations.[7] He was the third batman to achieve the distinction after&lt;br /&gt;Steve Waugh and Gary Kirsten&lt;br /&gt;57. Tendulkar has 4 seasons in test cricket with 1000 or more&lt;br /&gt;runs - 2002 (1392 runs), 1999 (1088 runs), 2001 (1003 runs) and 1997&lt;br /&gt;(1000 runs).[6] Gavaskar is the only other Indian with four seasons of&lt;br /&gt;1000+ runs&lt;br /&gt;58. He is second most number of seasons with over 1000 runs in&lt;br /&gt;world.&lt;br /&gt;59. On 3 January 2007 Sachin Tendulkar (5751) edged past Brian&lt;br /&gt;Lara's (5736) world record of runs scored in Tests away from home&lt;br /&gt;60. Tendulkar and Brian Lara are the fastest to score 10,000 runs&lt;br /&gt;in Test cricket history. Both of them achieved this in 195 innings&lt;br /&gt;61. Second Indian after Sunil Gavaskar to make over 10,000 runs&lt;br /&gt;in Test matches&lt;br /&gt;62. Became the first Indian to surpass the 11,000 Test run mark&lt;br /&gt;and the third International player behind Allan Border and Brian Lara.&lt;br /&gt;63. Tendulkar is fourth on the list of players with most Test&lt;br /&gt;caps. Steve Waugh (168 Tests), Allan Border (158 Tests), Shane Warne&lt;br /&gt;(145 Tests) have appeared in more games than Tendulkar&lt;br /&gt;64. Tendulkar has played the most number of Test Matches(144) for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (Kapil Dev is second with 131 Test appearances).&lt;br /&gt;65. First to 25,000 international runs&lt;br /&gt;66. Tendulkar's 25,016 runs in international cricket include&lt;br /&gt;14,537 runs in ODI's, 10,469 Tests runs and 10 runs in the lone Twenty20&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has played.&lt;br /&gt;67. On December 10, 2005, Tendulkar made his 35th century in&lt;br /&gt;Tests at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:city&gt; against &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Sri Lanka&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; . He surpassed Sunil Gavaskar's record&lt;br /&gt;of 34 centuries to become the man with the most number of hundreds in&lt;br /&gt;Test cricket.&lt;br /&gt;68. Tendulkar is the only player who has 150 wkts and more than&lt;br /&gt;15000 runs in ODI&lt;br /&gt;69. Tendulkar is the only player who has 40 wkts and more than&lt;br /&gt;11000 runs in Tests&lt;br /&gt;70. Only batsman to have 100 hundreds in the first class cricket&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rightly..." IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING "..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little tit bit which i borrowed form wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....In commemorating Sachin Tendulkar's feat of equaling Don Bradman's 29 centuries in Test Cricket, automotive giant Ferrari invited Sachin Tendulkar to its paddock in Silverstone on the eve of the British Grand Prix (23 July 2002) to receive a Ferrari 360 Modena from the legendary F1 racer Michael Schumacher. On &lt;st1:date ls="trans" month="9" day="4" year="2002" st="on"&gt;September  4, 2002&lt;/st1:date&gt; &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;'s then finance minister Jaswant Singh wrote to Sachin telling him that the government will waive custom's duty imposed on the car as a measure to applaud his feat. However the rules at the time stated that the customs duty can be waived only when receiving an automobile as a prize and not as a gift. It is claimed that the proposals to change the law (Customs Act) was put forth in Financial Bill in February 2003 and amended was passed as a law in May 2003. Subsequently the Ferrari was allowed to be brought to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; without payment of the customs duty (Rs 1.13 Crores or 120% on the car value of Rs 75 Lakhs). When the move to waive customs duty became public in July 2003, political and social activists protested the waiver and filed PIL in the Delhi High Court. With the controversy snowballing, Sachin offered to pay the customs duty and the tab was finally picked up by Ferrari. Tendulkar has been seen taking his Ferrari 360 Modena for late-night drives in Mumbai...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your blogger&lt;br /&gt;Gattz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Courtesy cricbuzz and wikipedia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-688570209700882684?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/688570209700882684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=688570209700882684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/688570209700882684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/688570209700882684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2008/03/25016-and-counting.html' title='25,016 and counting'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/R-oLRuE7WZI/AAAAAAAAADg/VJUC2mfuIHA/s72-c/037538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-6732224028052385960</id><published>2008-03-18T11:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:41:26.850+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extinct'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><title type='text'>TIGER (1900 - 2018) Humans ( 100 more years??)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/R9-aaY3Yf8I/AAAAAAAAADY/yoARGH7d280/s1600-h/390px-Siberian_Tiger_by_Malene_Th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/R9-aaY3Yf8I/AAAAAAAAADY/yoARGH7d280/s320/390px-Siberian_Tiger_by_Malene_Th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179027874641379266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tigers Tigers little star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How i wonder what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Up above the walls so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;besides monalisa there u lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One fine day, i switched on the TV to hear the news at 9.... major TV channels featured briefings of   count. Only 1411 left in INDIA. I frankly do not know how many hearts did stop hearing this news...Whatever the numbers be... its NOT million!!!! There were plenty of discussions and debates on tigers on various channels... sometimes i feel... we are good at debating.. we talk a lot... we express excellent ideas..views...rules...pinpoint the problem.. but y does it all boil down to "YOU DO IT" attitude... We do wake up when there is a crisis... thank god.. our FM did announce some relief... well better late than never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few years, there will only be 1 tiger left: Tiger Pataudi...  we love tiger brand... tiger biscuit,tiger balm, tiger this...tiger that....but what's the point??? i feel govt(if we all see as the last institution of hope) has to introduce a bill which asks royalty for using tiger as a brand... Hmmm... what's wrong???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, given few more years to live, tigers will only be found in cages. As is the fate of White tigers. I dedicate this article to the majestic, wild, solitary cats; in the hope that some one in some corner of the world, somewhere in time would find out that the author did live along  in tiger times.  Valmik thaper did give the time frame of 5 more years under the present trend... but i am little bit more optimistic...( with due respect to the tiger icon).. and give 10 more years in wild. 5 or 10... doesn't matter... what's left is meager amount... a rupee coin in millionaire's hand... What a shame!!!... Shame on us!!! .....Balinese and javan tigers are extinct.. many species of animals are being extinct.. the last wild white tiger was shot in 1958... search "tiger"...find out more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my friend says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"All human wisdom is summed up in 3 words wait and hope". &lt;/span&gt;So let's wait and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;Hope that even humans take little bit more time to get extinct. Sounds interesting?? or cruel?? whatever... it is time that we see the light at least at the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's concentrate on the article below (  with due credit to the author:ronald bailey):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sustainability of Demographic Progress Around the World'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ".. total fertility rates (TFRs) are plummeting around the world. Population stability is achieved when each woman bears an average of 2.1 kids over the course of her lifetime—one for her, one for her male partner, and a little overage to make up to childhood deaths. Today, there are sixty countries in which TFRs are below 2.1. For example, the European Union's TFR is 1.5 and no EU member state has a TFR at replacement or above. Even high population developing countries have seen steep declines in fertility. Since 1970, China's TFR fell from 5.8 to 1.6; India's from 5.8 to 2.9; Indonesia from 5.6 to 2.4; Japan's from 2.0 to 1.3; Mexico's from 6.8 to 2.4; Brazil's from 5.4 to 2.3; and South Africa's from 5.9 to 2.7. The U.S. TFR dropped from 2.55 in 1970 to around 2.1 today, largely because of the influx of higher fertility immigrants. However, the fertility of second generation Americans drops to the level of longer established Americans.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though only one variable is presented TFR there are 7 other variables which determines the population increase/decrease.. If someone does math on it.. well he can give exact number of years for human existence... truth is bitter but its truth... we may not be there till then but whoever is ...IS HUMAN.... call it demographic winter.. or population plummet... its only a matter of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gattz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: for more info please do a search on the above topic and read the article by David A Plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-6732224028052385960?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/6732224028052385960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=6732224028052385960&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/6732224028052385960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/6732224028052385960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2008/03/tiger-1900-2018-humans-100-more-years.html' title='TIGER (1900 - 2018) Humans ( 100 more years??)'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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://bp2.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/R9-aaY3Yf8I/AAAAAAAAADY/yoARGH7d280/s72-c/390px-Siberian_Tiger_by_Malene_Th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-6320596591398921746</id><published>2008-01-14T09:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:25:07.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/R4siIws1uXI/AAAAAAAAACg/_zBrr9S7u9o/s1600-h/imagine.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/R4siIws1uXI/AAAAAAAAACg/_zBrr9S7u9o/s320/imagine.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155251732362934642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the TaTa's are out with nano. The one lakh car. And the Aussies seems to be getting their own medicine. The art of "Mental Disintegration". The PM's in China. The 'White color" of communism and the stock market crossed 21k barrier..Yeh dil mange more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful start to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this blog comes after a long long time of hibernation. Well, let me keep this short. This blog will highlight few predictions which i think will mark a revolution or rather a new beginning in the Indian market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sensex - 30k.&lt;br /&gt;                             On dec 10 2006 swaminathan predicted this  "six years from now, I would expect    to see the Sensex touch at least 30,000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 14th jan 2008 and the sensex is already 21k and flying.....  do u see 30k at the end of the year? well i can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry swaminathan your prediction was too realistic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Great Mobile slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the PDA's  entering the market and the internet service providers giving the connections at the speed of light and the VOIP catching its space.... i imagine the business of telecom service providers going south wards. So "connecting people " would be much more easier using VOIP. Just Imagine........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wireless Connectivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Ofcourse we are 1o yrs behind any developed country when it comes to wireless connectivity. But i see this gap closing down this year. Proof??...(Just Imagine..)   Oh! its a bird! no its a plane!! No its wireless.... the next era of supercomputing will go wireless....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lights! Camera! Power....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    With the growing demand for power in india its obvious that we have to keep the CFL lamps burning and the mouse button clicking..... on cricbuzzzzzzzzz.com..... The solution? Obvious Increase the power production. There you go!!! Just go and buy the IPO... and become a millionaire.. just Imagine. Well no Enron this time i believe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The China Effect.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;                    The Himalayas are no more a barrier. With PM in China..the side effect is positive. Increase in Manufacturing sector would be a feel good factor for us and not for US. Well, the border issue is only for distraction. Go PM Go !!! The lefts have gone bankrupt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just imagine more billions pouring in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gattz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-6320596591398921746?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/6320596591398921746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=6320596591398921746&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/6320596591398921746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/6320596591398921746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2008/01/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/R4siIws1uXI/AAAAAAAAACg/_zBrr9S7u9o/s72-c/imagine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-303685155426714277</id><published>2007-10-26T07:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:32:54.871+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Summer Sands</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XNSrF8zX0eE/RyGHI2LuMgI/AAAAAAAAALo/UubwXXZHOHU/s320/malpe_beach_india" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125526436977717762" border="0" /&gt;Gatty, as you all know, is taking a well deserved vacation in rural India. After trotting through the globe from the rustic university town of Bologna, Italy to the enigmatic Amsterdam and all places in between, he is now cooling his heals, body, head and eyes in that chick-infested town of Manipal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how his typical day looks like. He wakes up in the morning to the sound of chirping birds, having their lunch time argument, in that grand old mango true in his yard. Flashback to the good old days when a bunch of waste fellows (aka mukku, gote, bryan alias up-go-dum-blue, thambi, prash and thambi's arch nemesis Macha) used to gang up in the yard, picking up raw mangoes from that grand old tree, eating it like refugees from Somalia and shouting at the top of their voices. Of course, they never gave a thought to the fact that, gatty's great-grand father had planted that tree, hoping to live for ever, watching over his future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the protagonist of our story is not one made of branches and leaves, but our electrical engineer, who by now has woken up and slowly, but surely completing his morning ablutions. Now his stomach rumbles and he ambles, scratching, towards the kitchen. As a force of habit, he tries to reach out to whatever is lying on a plate there. Here he is reminded of how he used to go into his kitchen in the italian town, pick up slices of bread lying around and stuff his mouth. This was, of course, before he became a master chef cooking all things Italian, right from pasta, macaroni and such dishes whose names remain forever unpronounceable to our south Indian tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is brought back to the present by a sharp pain shooting all over his knuckles. He looks aghast. The pain is the result of a sharp rap from his mother, who is busy cooking in the kitchen. Then he realizes that he is reaching out for raw fish, which has been nicely sauntered with chilly paste and other secret ingredients. This now means a delicious, mouthwatering (slurp!) fish curry rice meal. That brings a smile on our hero's face and he ambles back to the living room towards that window to the world, that piece of metal and plastic, the ubiquitous PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...to be continued. Watch this space for more adventures of gatty or in brian's alien language, mattre mattre gattre gattre!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-303685155426714277?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/303685155426714277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=303685155426714277&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/303685155426714277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/303685155426714277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2007/10/gatty-as-you-all-know-is-taking-well.html' title='Sweet Summer Sands'/><author><name>mukku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175760086959376504</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://bp0.blogger.com/_XNSrF8zX0eE/RyGHI2LuMgI/AAAAAAAAALo/UubwXXZHOHU/s72-c/malpe_beach_india' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-6821376461090938220</id><published>2007-08-10T16:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T12:25:51.454+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vignette</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/Rr7gDwsA9lI/AAAAAAAAABw/EeOp0yAgoIA/s1600-h/dsc00487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/Rr7gDwsA9lI/AAAAAAAAABw/EeOp0yAgoIA/s320/dsc00487.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097758183443723858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its been a long wait for me.. to write something... The following piece is from my own experience... i wrote the article in one shot..without any overlook..   Although i need not be so formal out here but i see that as soon as i submit a new post.i get something around 600 hits for the article on the first day itself.. thats somethin' man.. its like releasing a movie and making millions in the first week itself... Anyways.. i have tried a new approach of writing out here.. Its quite new experience to me and also it was fun.. I took care not to make the article Long... Blogs should be quick read types..isn't it?..Lets Start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1: (In My room) Sunday 8th July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its 1:15 just had breakfast...milk with oats, one big peach and choclate... I just derived an equation for the potential of a cylindrical well using cylindrical co-ordinates. The mathematica says its a transdental equation....which means.. there is no solution!!! What the %&amp;$£!! i have to re-check.. this third order PDE is eating my brain...Wish i had concentrated more... during my UG.... Meanwhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Flashback..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;MIT EE,b Section ... Maths class.. (Don't remember the name of the classroom... Probably one of those NLOOOOOOO1's....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A Sheshappa rai's lecture.... "whats the answer"... I was wondering where the question is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2: (PAM SuperMarket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i enter with the basket..wear the plastic glove..i see that  peach is selling for 1.69 euros, bannana 2euros (for 6), kiwi again 2euros for 4, cherries 6euros for a kilo... i take 200gms of cherries,6 bananas,4 peach (Nice peach could eb useful for breakfast) ,4 oranges..move on to the vegetable section, take tomatoes,onions, potatoes,mushrooms,chillies( there are 2 types...sweet one and the hot one..),a packet of peas, Rice, sphagetti...milk..oats.. thats the ration for 1 week.. and i go to the billing counter.. the lady there scans all the items and says 21 euros...i pay the bill and bring the items to my residence... its very hot..my T-shirt is wet.. i wish i was in a cool place... probably a place were we get to grab a glass of beer or somethin' (Pub!!) ....... Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Flash back )&lt;br /&gt;MIT Mess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The place were "______________" ... Can't find the right words... i take chicken breast, palav,rice.. some curry... and finally ice cream.... Our Swami's in lungi's...serving the ice-cream...and our charlie mathegaswamy.. asks for more.. Yeh dil maange more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3: (Residence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me in my residence chatting with Nicole... meanwhile.. My mobile rings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me   :"Hello.."&lt;br /&gt;XXXX :"Hey ..its Toni."&lt;br /&gt;Me   :" Hey Hi..How are you man,.."&lt;br /&gt;Toni :" Fine...What about beer?"&lt;br /&gt;Me   :" Sure..What about Florian? is he coming?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to meet in Irish pub along with Florian... i ask for a Guinness draught.. and they go for a blonde beer..( I think it was HARP and Tennent's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Incidentally, Football match was being played that day..we took our seats in front of the TV..this Toni was harping about the incident that he experienced in Japan... he said a girl came and kissed him on the lips.. and next day he found sleeping with her... i took a big sip of the beer... Mmmm quite a story..i said... and our Florian who hardly opens his mouth (as if lightning stuck him..)..says few words.. which we listen carefully... He was telling that in germany when it snows... the snow makes up about half a meter..we were curious.. as to how they would make about their daily lives in winter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, the football game got over. We set overselves into a disco tech... this time to 'Transylvania'...There are 2 guards standing at the entrance... We go inside and wait at one more entrance..the guy there gives us an entry ticket.. we then take the stairs down (Underground).. A band is playing the cover of Guns and roses... we go to the drinks counter and i take Rum cola...and the bartender gives me the exit pass....all of us take a seat and the table is designed in such way that is looks like a coffin with glass cover and deadbody(skeleton) inside.. they say that there used to be a BOA... there.. quite transylvania types...we sip and sip waiting for something to happen.... the band finishes the show and the Dj takes over pumping heavy metal... ''Now thats more like it'' ... i say and we hit stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its 2:00 in the morning...devastated... we head towards a plaza...(Open place...in front of the church)..from there toni and florian heads back home... i meet Nicole. she, prepares a joint..which she had bought few days ago.. from a pusher...she has this small instrument for making cigarettes... she prepares a beautiful joint... i haven't seen such a beautiful joint..anywhere... even our macha is not so skilled in preparing..what he calls BOB...  By the time we finish off... its already 4 in the morning... i'm totaly blown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 4: (The travel..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its 8 in the morning... the train is at 9:30.. I call up ryan... he is still on the way.. Meanwhile we have already reached the station..its 9:15.. The big board says the train stops at platform 2...We are still waiting for ryan.. Its 9:20.. He appears in front of the counter and we rush towards the platform 2... " and we run and we run to catch up with the sun that is sinking..." So there we are in platform 2 at about 9:25 am... its strange..  there is no train... there.. we thought we saw the platform number right... its 9:29.. we ask the TT as to were this platform is.. he said its platform 2........ 'West' what the HECK!! now where is west???..incidentaly we were standing on east platform.. Now who the bloody hell knew there had 4 directions for a single platform.. Anyways... again " and we run and we run to catch up with the sun that is sinking.." its 9:32 we could see the sun sinking...right in front of us... we missed the train to PISA.... after 3 hrs... we were standing in front of 'leaning tower of PISA ' one of the worlds wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5:(Pablo's Party...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He had invited me to come at 2:00 in the afternoon... its 6pm.. i leave the lab and walk towards my residence... it takes me 20 min to reach. Pablo's doing his research in physics... specialization in material structure, he could cook very good 'Tortilla' (A kind of Omlette with potatoes and onions), and now he is completing his intership here in bologna and returning to Valencia,Spain. He plays good football, and always wants to keep me covered..( cause he thinks i play better than him)... Now i am standing near him with a drink in my hand called 'Sangria' a typical drink from spain.. its nothing but full of wine with fruits and water... i go around and meet some friends... i caught an eye with a girl there.. she speaks french and little bit of italian..and she was curious with the culture of india..etc etc.. went on and on for about half an hour.. i took her number and asked if she could show me around paris..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FlashForward)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in france....Its early morning...i come out of my house and i see kids playing in the lawn... she asks me something in french...i said i just had breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I walk around and meet this guy called Sirius.. he is from Milan.. He was high with sangria.. i could make out from his eyes.. he had been drinking since afternoon.. He is studying economy by the way..he was belting statistics about india..and said that India is already there.. i asked him where??.... he said it has beaten all of europe. and is already there.. i once again asked him clamly..Where??...he said in the next 10 yrs..India will lead the world in all fields..and its already there.. i give him a cup of sangria and ask him where??...he was pointing his finger to the sky...  THERE.!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song recomendation... . i think its your turn to recommend me a song!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gattz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-6821376461090938220?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/6821376461090938220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=6821376461090938220&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/6821376461090938220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/6821376461090938220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2007/08/vignette.html' title='Vignette'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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://bp3.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/Rr7gDwsA9lI/AAAAAAAAABw/EeOp0yAgoIA/s72-c/dsc00487.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-5266105613657963670</id><published>2007-01-10T13:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T17:25:17.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... And the move has started....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/RaUPJm4ElyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8dimXWcWSAA/s1600-h/indian+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/RaUPJm4ElyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8dimXWcWSAA/s320/indian+flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018434017503254306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;.. India is growing at the rate of 8%...and by 2020 we will beat everyone in the planet......comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   When India opened its economy in 1991, leftists warned that uncompetitive Indian    companies would be killed or swallowed up by multinationals. Fifteen years later,    the shoe is on the other foot: Indian companies are taking over giant multinationals.   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 2006, Indian companies raised $ 19 billion from global markets to finance    foreign takeovers and internal expansion. This far exceeded the inflow of foreign    direct investment (around $ 10 billion).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;India has once again leapfrogged the conventional path of economic growth.    Countries normally succeed in manufacturing exports before succeeding in services,    but India leapfrogged to stunning success in services first. Countries normally    attract large amounts of foreign investment before venturing abroad themselves,    but here too India has leapfrogged into massive investment abroad without waiting    for massive foreign investment in India.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The biggest takeover story of 2006 was Tata Steel’s bid to take over    Britain’s Corus (the outcome is still awaited). There is a delicious historical    twist in this. When Jamsetji Tata first proposed to manufacture steel a century    ago, Sir Frederick Upcott, head of the Railways, was so contemptuous of Indian    capabilities that he undertook to eat every ounce of steel that Tata could produce.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One century later, Tata Steel is set to take over the whole British steel industry    (which is part of Corus). Sir Frederick Upcott must be turning in his grave.    The empire has struck back with a vengeance. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How can Tata afford to buy Corus, which is thrice its size? Because global    financiers are happy to lend Tata $ 8 billion, confident that it will do a better    job than the current British owners. The Corus management itself agrees, and    has backed Tata’s bid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the real revolution of 2006. India has left behind the stage of being    seen as a global supplier of software, generic drugs and auto components. It    is now seen as a global managerial power, one that can take over multinationals    across the world and improve their performance. So, global financiers are tripping    over one other to fund foreign acquisitions by Indian companies. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This new Indian image owes much to Lakshmi Mittals’ success in acquiring    and turning round steel plants in many continents, becoming global number one    in steel. His key managers are mostly Indians. Their success has established    Indian managerial capabilities in steel as being superior to American and European    ones.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But Mittal is not an isolated example. Virtually every top Indian company in    software, pharmaceuticals and auto has acquired foreign companies or set up    greenfield factories abroad. I don’t want to bore readers with the full    list of Indian acquisitions in 2006, but here are some prominent examples.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Tata Tea acquired US energy drinks manufacturer Energy Brands for $ 677 m.    Dr Reddy’s Labs acquired Betapharm of Germany for $ 570 m. Suzlon acquired    Eve Holdings of Belgium to become one of the world’s top manufacturers    of windmills. Ranbaxy acquired Romanian pharmaceutical producer Terapia for    $ 324 m. Tata Coffee acquired US company Eight o’Clock Coffee for $ 220    m. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Medium Indian companies have rushed into foreign acquisitions no less than    big ones. Bharat Forge has acquired half a dozen companies in the US and Europe    and become global number two in automotive forgings. It hopes to become number    one by 2008. Amtek Auto would like to become number one in castings, Jain Irrigation    in drip irrigation and sprinklers, Sundaram Fasteners in industrial fasteners.    Essel Packaging took over Switzerland’s Propack some years ago to become    global number one in laminated tubes (used for packaging toothpaste and cosmetics).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Many medium Indian companies (eg. Havells, Bharat Forge, Wockhardt) have managed    to raised billions abroad for unspecified takeovers at some future date. India    Inc. has acquired such a good image that it matters less and less which Indian    company is raising finance, for what purpose and in which country. Global finance    is willing to back Indians to take over the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till recently, Indian businessmen were terrified of competing with China. But    now a dozen Indian companies including Mahindra, Infosys and Sundaram Fasteners    are investing in China, confident of beating the Chinese in their home ground.    Essel Propack has long been number one in China. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The world now believes that Indians are excellent managers, better than those    in several American and Eruropean countries. What used to be the biggest companies    in the world, General Motors and Ford, today have a credit rating far lower    than that of Tata, Birla, Reliance and other Indian groups. Indian companies    can raise cheap international finance to acquire ailing American giants, but    not the other way round. Hundreds of Indian companies have become MNCs with    growing empires. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is only the beginning of the great Indian takeover. Indian companies should    aim for the sky over the next two decades. I look forward to the day when ICICI    Bank takes over Citibank ; when Infosys acquires IBM: when Reliance takes over    Exxon; and Tata Motors takes over General Motors.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its you guys out there making us proud...  Why wait till 2020? ... 5yrs down the line and briton would be eating from our hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gattz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* courtesy swaminomics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-5266105613657963670?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/5266105613657963670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=5266105613657963670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/5266105613657963670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/5266105613657963670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-move-has-started.html' title='... And the move has started....'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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://bp1.blogger.com/_Sf_wYZDx0Wc/RaUPJm4ElyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8dimXWcWSAA/s72-c/indian+flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-116671714038000923</id><published>2006-12-21T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T17:05:40.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silhouette</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7550/556/1600/151809/DSC_0095_mod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7550/556/320/843595/DSC_0095_mod.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....The wait was worth it... isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The temp is 9 deg and dropping..It takes me around 10 min to walk from my room to the lab. I can feel the wind chill flowing over my body even with 3 layers of cloth over my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its 8:00 am still misty outside.. Not brave enough to open the window to let air in. The heater is ON.. keeps us warm 'somewhat'...my roomie is still sleeping...but this time the roomie has changed... i have slight headache...not because of the wine i had last night but too many simulations can get you a head ache...Anyways, i goto the bathroom to start my day. I go into the TIMELINE... i take my oralB and local toothpaste called microsfere con (with) microgranules and start brushing me teeth....first on the left side after few in's and out's ,i go to the right hand side and  after few in's and out's..i'm done with the brushing... About soaps, well we get the same soaps that we get in india..(atleast i found it like that..)..Palmolive.. What a name!!! Seems to be a mix of Palm oil and Olive oil in the soap.. but in any case it is after all a sodium cake... TIMELINE over... i switch on the TV... and change the channel to MTV.... These guys suck everywhere.. same songs over and over again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 8:45 am...all dressed up...looking like i'm wearing a spacesuit or somethin'.. anyways i take my bag and walk towards the gate.... and into the street... Its cold..i can feel the wind chill flowing over my body... I take a detour towards a caffe bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;The Lady: Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uno Cappucino e Uno bombolona (a kind of italian sweet filled with Choclate)&lt;br /&gt;The Lady: Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Grazie.&lt;br /&gt;The Lady: Forie? (Outside?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Si..(Yes..)&lt;br /&gt;(People generally prefer to take a quick drink inside the bar...and ofcourse chat with the lady..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i get cappucino, bombolona, acqua (water) and sugar packets.... Nice weather by the way..&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the breakfast, i go to the counter and pay the bill which comes to 2.10 euros..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ciao ( Bye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk slowly towards my laboratory... After crossing few roads and after watching few chicks (..fully covered..) i reach the laboratory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into the TIMELINE.... "work".... prof comes and asks for the results.. "work"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 12:30pm.. time for a pizza... Me and my friend go to a resturant ... we order for verdure (vegitable) Pizza... stuffed with olive oil and cheese we can see the vegitables cooked and lying on top of the pizza... i take a bite.. Mmmmmm absolutely marvelous.... So after about 30-40 min we leave the place paying him around 20 bucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 2:00 pm, i am in the lab..fully stuffed.. can't say how much but upto to the rim.. no more TIMELINES.. now time for sleep... ha ha ha..... to reduce the pizza hangover ( i believe i can use it here..) i go towards a coffee vending machine.. but this time only caffe.. a strong coffee without milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the day in another part... so till then... song recommendation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist    : ' the Killers ' (Las Vegas band,....) ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album  :  Sams town ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song     : 'When you were Young'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist   : ' MUSE' (British band without british accent...) ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Album : Black holes and revelations ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song    :  ' Starlight'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So till then... happpy blogging and i hope that i increase the frequency of my posts.. and by the way howz the guy in the foto and his new car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gattz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-116671714038000923?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/116671714038000923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=116671714038000923&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/116671714038000923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/116671714038000923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2006/12/silhouette.html' title='Silhouette'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-115928949907438359</id><published>2006-09-26T17:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:51:39.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/gnarls%20barkley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/gnarls%20barkley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two things which i wanted to share..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firstly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attending italian language course..and obviously there are guys and girls from many parts of the globe...like my friend faisal from pakistan, paschen frm stuttgart, oriana from france, hot-chick from spain, joke(its pronounced like that..i donno xact wordings) from  belgium..etc etc.. and then obviously countless chingis for the fill-in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happend that we had overstayed without getting the permit of stay within 8 days..and we had to rush in to the foreign office 3 times..but they said that it was o.k nothing to worry about...&lt;br /&gt;we were standing in the queue (Here too we have to come very early to get things done...) we met this guy from palestine called mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Hey mohammed. Come stai? (How are you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:Molto bene..(Very Good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats as far as i can go in italian and finally i had to stick to english for the next talk onwards.. as a matter of fact even he too.. He ahs come here to study medicine.. and just completed his high school..i mean 12th as we call it here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:Well, here i am having a tough time with the food..Back in palestine we get lot of varities..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, me too..Back in india we get ot of varities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like, masal dosa,idly vada,pani puri (i think i went on and on for 5 min)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:Yeah even we get lot of items..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Like dates,badam,pistas..etc etc..&lt;br /&gt;He:Whats badam? whats pista?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:do u cook or u get from the market..&lt;br /&gt;He: I sometimes cook..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Right now only pizzas and pastas..(pointing to my friend) he doen't eat meat..&lt;br /&gt;He:Oh!! and what about u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:yeah i eat but only a selected ones..i mean chicken legs, chicken wings,chicken breast...but not chicken feet, chicken head and chicken feathers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Oh i see..that means you don't eat beef, and pork..&lt;br /&gt;me:Nailed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:yeah we don't eat pork..but y u don't eat beef..?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ( i had to stat the story from ramayana.. and tell him that you will find more cows walking around the roads that traffic polices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:Do you drink?&lt;br /&gt;Me:No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He: Yeah in quran it is not allowed to drink... Even i don't drink...that means we are same but the difference is COW..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh! is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:Do u have girlfriends?&lt;br /&gt;Me:No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:Even i don't have girlfrinds...that means we are same... but the difference is COW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i have presented a very vague cross-secion of that guy..he is really funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secondly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above picture is of Brian burton and Themas Callaway together called &lt;b&gt;Gnarls Barkley&lt;/b&gt;  Their first &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Album" title="Album"&gt;album&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Elsewhere_%28album%29" title="St. Elsewhere (album)"&gt;St. Elsewhere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, was released by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warner_Music" title="Warner Music"&gt;Warner Music&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_24" title="April 24"&gt;April 24&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006" title="2006"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/UK" title="UK"&gt;UK&lt;/a&gt; and on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_9" title="May 9"&gt;May 9&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/US" title="US"&gt;US&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atlantic_Records" title="Atlantic Records"&gt;Atlantic&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Downtown_Records" title="Downtown Records"&gt;Downtown Records&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crazy_%28Gnarls_Barkley_song%29" title="Crazy (Gnarls Barkley song)"&gt;Crazy&lt;/a&gt;", their first &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Single_%28music%29" title="Single (music)"&gt;single&lt;/a&gt; was released as a single on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_3" title="April 3"&gt;April 3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006" title="2006"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt;, preceded by its release as digital download and 12" &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vinyl_record" title="Vinyl record"&gt;Vinyl record&lt;/a&gt; single in March 2006. On &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_2" title="April 2"&gt;2 April&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2006" title="2006"&gt;2006&lt;/a&gt;, it became the first ever UK number one single based on download sales alone.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what i suggest is you guys out there "Beg, Buy,Borrow,Steal or Download"... a must listen song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have it 'ON' as i am writing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till then... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Maybe I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're crazy&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're crazy&lt;br /&gt;Probably&lt;/pre&gt;Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;Gattz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-115928949907438359?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/115928949907438359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=115928949907438359&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115928949907438359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115928949907438359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2006/09/whats-difference.html' title='What&apos;s the difference?'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-115852850806495179</id><published>2006-09-17T22:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:28:28.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/BolognaTowers.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/BolognaTowers.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog has turned 2 this month...Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had to wait for four hours in Frankfurt....i was directed to counter number 1C..There was a big line there..probably the boarding had started..then i found out that i had to wait for 4hrs. I went to luftansa counter...there was a big queue...a guy from africa was going to stockholm...and aunty from india was standing in front of that guy.Since the queue was long..the african guy decided that he couldn't stand in the queue..so he left his bag there and asked the aunty to look after it...So aunty was asking me as to where to i was heading?US? i said no....to Italy.Well she was going to US..so she asked all those blah blah and more blahs....there was a lady who had just joined the line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The started moving slowly..the lady behind me asked about the bag the african had left..i said it was not mine..i think she got a little suspicious about the bag..i told her that the guy is sitting there..its his bag..but she went on with all the crap(Bombs and stuffs) and the ladies in the counter were informed about the bag...i told her that the bag belongs to the guy who was sitting there...the line had stared moving...and the guy came to pick his bag..Oh!these mindless foreingers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my boarding pass....and had to wait for four hrs in the airport. At about...4 in the evening i boarded Luftansa..to bologna,Italy...the only indian on the plane.( the airhostess was good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:30pm i called up hotel were a room booked and confirmed the booking. i took a taxi to bologna.&lt;br /&gt;6:00pm My friend was waiting for me...'Welcome to bologna' ...nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day we were taken to university Hostel called 'Il Castellaccio'..the incharge of the hostel is from Argentina...and the worst part..is he cannot speak english...we had to manage with sign language...Nice guy..'Nestor'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic shows the two towers of Bologna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrivederchi (Goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-115852850806495179?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/115852850806495179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=115852850806495179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115852850806495179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115852850806495179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2006/09/brand-new-day.html' title='A Brand New day'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-115740053959629544</id><published>2006-09-04T21:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:08:59.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/last%20day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/last%20day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So a new canteen has been opened, our block getting renovated. The proudest block to live in because C.V.Raman stayed there. The &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt; block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Its 8:00am, friday. I got up early today somewhat, my roomie still sleeping. He had night shift. I reach for toothpaste : its empty. Well, whats a roomie for? I take my brush filled with toothpaste and walk towards bathroom. I realize that the bathroom has been under renovation because of the long lasting demands of the students to renovate the 80yr old bathroom..... i begin to wonder.. why does my post always contain a mention of bathroom??? anyways, i move on to the other side of the block.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Its 8:45am,friday.Next stop mess. Well i decided to do something different. I went to Coffee board, where they serve real good Idly Vadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Its 10:00am,Friday. i know ,i know for the rest of the day it will remain friday...but still. I  am in lab now..National MEMS Design Centre.. recently our dudes have designed a new website for our lab..anyways, we clicked some pictures with our profs and all the lab members.... said goodbye to all of the guys.. Well very few labmates are remaining. Most of them have left either to US or they got good jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;12:30 friday, very special lunch for me.. rice, dal fry some more fry and then omlette... Take my place. Search for some familiar faces.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The rest of the day.. spend stuffing up my stuffs in the bag. No more football. No more IISc chicks (as if i had one).. no more sandwiches in faculty club... no more riding in bicycle.No more guys pestering for design problems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Its 8:30pm Friday, i have completed stuffing almost all the materials. i reach for my back pack. one more paper left to put inside the bag. A copy of the resignation letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Its 9:00pm my bus is at 9:30 i figure out that it needs atleast 25min to reach the stop. i hurry up. The person puts all the luggage inside the bus. 8 more hours to reach home. Me see the busstop for the last time... Put the pillow underneath the head, reach the oblivion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yourz truly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gattz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-115740053959629544?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/115740053959629544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=115740053959629544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115740053959629544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115740053959629544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-day.html' title='The Last Day'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-115401068455858986</id><published>2006-07-27T16:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:22:46.710+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Joga Bonito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3494/558/1600/joga_bonito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3494/558/320/joga_bonito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a game is a game is a game, as someone once said (.....probably just me). Anyway, what a wonderful month it was....right from day one, it was just pure fun.....for every match, we used to take sides and rejoice if our team wins, shake our head if it looses and then on to the next match, new sides to take and etc...then the big ones, the quarters, semis and then the final....there we were, me, gatty and the rest of the guys watching the climax of the greatest show on earth....we did expect fireworks and boy, did we get it!...all the wonderful passes, "yaaah" goals, the "ooooh" misses, the pushing and the shoving, the "oscar-winning" injuries and then the finale...not the head-butting dear, but the penalty kicks....and what a nail biting finish!...and of course, then the usual blaming and counter-blaming, blah blah. What mattered at the end was a nation with no footballing team to speak of, enjoys the global game and celebrates the victory/weeps in defeat, as if it was its own. Now, what more could we ask for? Joga Bonito !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-115401068455858986?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/115401068455858986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=115401068455858986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115401068455858986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115401068455858986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2006/07/joga-bonito.html' title='Joga Bonito'/><author><name>mukku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175760086959376504</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-8307625.post-115255535440907141</id><published>2006-07-10T19:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:03:09.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/ziz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/ziz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever said and done....Zinédine Yazid Zidane will always be remembered as the greatest footballer ever (atleast by me) ..and he was righlty given the Golden Ball award. He was the one who single handedly brought France to the finals...and single handedly deprived it of the CUP..but still i feel france should have won the FIFA cup. One cannot forget the pass he gave to ribery in the match against spain and the goal he scored after that. But ultimately what matters is not the feeling, but how many goals have been scored and Italians had it in them....LUCK. This four letter word is the one which decides between WIN and LOSE. But Zidane had that four letter word in his feets....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Commenting about the game: Italians played one of the most pathetic game i have seen. They had 9 defenders, 1 striker and a goalie. No counter attack and no attack which the italians have always been known for. In fact the attack style "Blitzkreig" was brought up by them. They fully showed this style against the germans....thats italians...thats the game they play (Both the goals scored against germans came from the clearance by the defenders) But what happend on sunday.??? were they afraid of french defence..Thuram, Mekelele....at al?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One header to Buffons gloves and the other to Materazzi's chest. I believe that RED card was a little bit harsh on him...47 seconds after the match started cannavaro almost knocked Henry COLD.... but who saw..nobody protested...So no Yellow.. no RED..and what about Figo's header in the match against holland? He was given a clean chit....anyways.. Lets not talk about who is right nor who is wrong..its all in the game..thats what makes football more interesting and continues to inspire billions of souls....Probably its the 'idiosyncracy of the genius souls'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARADONA WAS ONE OF THEM.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tCoMtPuL3Q&amp;search=maradona%20original"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tCoMtPuL3Q&amp;amp;search=maradona%20original&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............and the song which is played in back ground....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist: The Animals &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song: Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, do you understand me now &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I feel a little mad &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But don't you know that no one alive &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can always be an angel&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When things go wrong I seem to be bad &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a joy that's hard to hide &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And sometimes it seems that all I have do is worry &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then you're bound to see my other side &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I seem edgy I want you to know &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That I never mean to take it out on you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life has it's problems and I get my share &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's one thing I never meant to do &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because I love you &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, Oh baby don't you know I'm human &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have thoughts like any other one &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I find myself long regretting &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some foolish thing some little simple thing I've done &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;_____&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fully played with spanish guitar....Beg, Buy Borrow....a must listen song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your's Gattz &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-115255535440907141?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/115255535440907141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=115255535440907141&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115255535440907141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115255535440907141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2006/07/heart-break.html' title='Heart break...'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-115048181503286294</id><published>2006-06-16T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T20:16:55.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Votta Game....!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/Arg_pik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/Arg_pik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 5:30 pm and i knew today there was match between Argentina and Serbia &amp; montenegro. Well my prediction was 2-0. Pretty decent i felt.. i have a long chart of predictions for all the matches...anyways, i went to mess..took a glass of milk poured tea decoction and a spoon of sugar.. there was Veg Puff to eat..i took a seat and started to eat....in front of me there was a guy who was reading 'Times' newspaper....i was waiting for that guy to leave the paper and go....After 5 min he finishes of his tea and goes away...me quickly grabs the paper and start reading...one hand tea one hand times..Oh! i forgot to tell you there is no coffee in the mess, the mess officials have protested by not giving us coffee since the coffee vending machine has broken down and it is not repaired by the hostel authorities..so u know..tit 4 tat...Ok politics apart, its 6:00pm the match starts at 6:30pm...me, finishes of the times paper and tea...and go towards the hostel TV room...TV room is not that spacious but enough for 50 guys to cramp in..but quite understood, knowing that there is a TV in each floor of the hostel. Anyways, i pick a chair and sat tightly glued to the TV. Star movies, nobody was watching that..but still it  was running...everybody are waiting for 6:30 with newspapers in their hand....the clock starts ticking and people start pouring......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Abe baaju hat.."&lt;br /&gt;"sir, thoda iss taraf..."&lt;br /&gt;"Can you please remove the chair...thank you"&lt;br /&gt;"Neeche bait jaa..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the room is packed..and one fellow rightly changes the channel to ESPN..we see harsha bhogle's face...with 2 other fellows predicting a win for ARG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose Perkerman had said before the tournament, that the tactic would be to hold the possession around the penalty area and create tension before unleashing a strike when least expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be brief;  it was 3-0 in the first half. The 2nd goal which was netted by cambiasso was a classic. After 22 passes cambiasso nets the ball, total team effort. S&amp;M had no answer at all..They had held Netherland to 1-0. So quite a good team..but the story is not yet over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second half yet to come...The game was drifting after the second half started. However Carlos Tevez came in for Saviola while Lionel Messi for Maxi and the game struck fire once again. Crespo got the goal he deserved making him the tournament’s leading scorer, after a beautiful pass from Messi. While Tevez dodged two defenders and struck a goal. Messi scored the final goal, because the score sheet just wouldn’t look right without his name on it. 6-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say Riquelme is the missile and crespo the warhead...deadly combination for argentina.. and pekerman has got Messi,Tevez and Aimar up his sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match not to be missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till then..Viva la Argentina..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Gattz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-115048181503286294?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/115048181503286294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=115048181503286294&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115048181503286294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/115048181503286294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2006/06/votta-game.html' title='Votta Game....!!!'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-114339048590527916</id><published>2006-03-26T18:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:28:05.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Inspiring ............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/sacin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/sacin.0.jpg" width="151" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many stories which our grand mothers used to say about the maharaja's  and the ancient mythologies and their awe inspiring courage in which the good beats the evil. But here is something which generations after generations will reiterate the courage of the young lad, who with the swing of his bat taught the whole world what we can become.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1989-1990 Pakistan v India, 1st Test, National Stadium:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this: Pakistan's National Stadium, packed to the rafters with home team supporters roaring their team on against the hated enemy. In the middle, easily the most fearsome pace attack of the time - the young Waqar Younis and Wasim Akram, backed by the legendary Imran Khan. Krish Srikkanth, Navjot Sidhu and Sanjay Manjrekar are blasted out in rapid succession (13/3). Prabhakar is fourth out - and a young lad of just over 16 years walks out into the cauldron.&lt;br /&gt;Imran sets an attacking field, and the two fearsome young fast bowlers go for blood, with a barrage of short-pitched deliveries that buzz around the tyke's head. A ball from Younis rears up and smacks the youngster on the helmet. Concerned, the close in fielders and the bowler rush up to render assistance. The youngster shakes his head to clear it - and through the visor of his helmet, boyish eyes glare in defiance. He scored only 15 that day - but in the nerveless fashion in which he took guard again after having his bell rung, he announced himself a man among men.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Lets ask ourselves two questions:How many feet did Orville and Wilbur Wright traverse in their first flight? And what was our own biggest accomplishment at age 16?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1990, England v India, 2nd Test, Old Trafford:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England 519. India - powered by a swashbuckling 179 from Mohammad Azharuddin - 432. England in the second innings, 320 for 4 declared, leaving India 408 to make to win. What follows, is a sorry procession: Ravi Shastri, Navjot Sidhu, Sanjay Manjrekar, Dilip Vengsarkar and Azharuddin back in the hut with 109 on the board. Kapil Dev follows, 18 runs later.&lt;br /&gt;And then a lad not yet old enough to qualify for a driving license drives England's attack to distraction. While Manoj Prabhakar (67 not out) holds his end up with dogged determination, the boy wonder cuts loose. A defensive innings at that point would have been hailed as a masterpiece - but 17-year-old Tendulkar attacks, shots of scintillating brilliance punctuating an unbeaten innings of 119 that carries his team to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion to do something for the country is only amongst few.......Sachin is one amongst them....Very Inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Courtesy Prem Panicker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-114339048590527916?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/114339048590527916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=114339048590527916&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/114339048590527916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/114339048590527916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2006/03/very-inspiring.html' title='Very Inspiring ............'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-113907755139040437</id><published>2006-02-04T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T17:36:08.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaos Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/chaosfig1.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/chaosfig1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is chaos? The name "chaos theory" comes from the fact that the systems that the theory describes are apparently disordered, but chaos theory is really about finding the underlying order in apparently random data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was chaos first discovered? The first true experimenter in chaos was a meteorologist, named Edward Lorenz. In 1960, he was working on the problem of weather prediction. He had a computer set up, with a set of twelve equations to model the weather. It didn't predict the weather itself. However this computer program did theoretically predict what the weather might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day in 1961, he wanted to see a particular sequence again. To save time, he started in the middle of the sequence, instead of the beginning. He entered the number off his printout and left to let it run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came back an hour later, the sequence had evolved differently. Instead of the same pattern as before, it diverged from the pattern, ending up wildly different from the original. (See figure) Eventually he figured out what happened. The computer stored the numbers to six decimal places in its memory. To save paper, he only had it print out three decimal places. In the original sequence, the number was .506127, and he had only typed the first three digits, .506.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By all conventional ideas of the time, it should have worked. He should have gotten a sequence very close to the original sequence. A scientist considers himself lucky if he can get measurements with accuracy to three decimal places. Surely the fourth and fifth, impossible to measure using reasonable methods, can't have a huge effect on the outcome of the experiment. Lorenz proved this idea wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This effect came to be known as the butterfly effect. The amount of difference in the starting points of the two curves is so small that it is comparable to a butterfly flapping its wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;" The flapping of a single butterfly's wing today produces a tiny change in the state of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;atmosphere. Over a period of time, what the atmosphere actually does diverges from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what it would have done. So, in a month's time, a tornado that would have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;devastated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;the Indonesian coast doesn't happen. Or maybe one that wasn't going to happen, does."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(Ian Stewart, Does God Play Dice? The Mathematics of Chaos, pg. 141)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phenomenon, common to chaos theory, is also known as sensitive dependence on initial conditions. Just a small change in the initial conditions can drastically change the long-term behavior of a system. Such a small amount of difference in a measurement might be considered experimental noise, background noise, or an inaccuracy of the equipment. Such things are impossible to avoid in even the most isolated lab. With a starting number of 2, the final result can be entirely different from the same system with a starting value of 2.000001. It is simply impossible to achieve this level of accuracy - just try and measure something to the nearest millionth of an inch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this idea, Lorenz stated that it is impossible to predict the weather accurately. However, this discovery led Lorenz on to other aspects of what eventually came to be known as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;chaos theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos has already had a lasting effect on science, yet there is much still left to be discovered. Many scientists believe that twentieth century science will be known for only three theories: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;relativity, quantum mechanics, and chaos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Aspects of chaos show up everywhere around the world, from the currents of the ocean and the flow of blood through fractal blood vessels to the branches of trees and the effects of turbulence. Chaos has inescapably become part of modern science. As chaos changed from a little-known theory to a full science of its own, it has received widespread publicity. Chaos theory has changed the direction of science: in the eyes of the general public, physics is no longer simply the study of subatomic particles in a billion-dollar particle accelerator, but the study of chaotic systems and how they work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not be that your exsistance depended on chaos or may be it is......&lt;br /&gt;Science is Beautiful isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[**Thanx to mukesh who introduced me to chaos and greg rae for the material]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-113907755139040437?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/113907755139040437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=113907755139040437&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/113907755139040437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/113907755139040437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2006/02/chaos-theory.html' title='Chaos Theory'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-113601109496891021</id><published>2005-12-31T06:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:38:15.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/conversation2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/conversation2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It was about 8:00pm. I was hungry, very hungry. I got up from the chair and put on my jacket.   There was nobody in the lab.I switched off all the lights... and then locked the door. I put on my shoes and started walking outside towards the cycle. The 'hell raiser' really man it is a 'hell raiser' because the seat fits only my ass. Well you can call it custom made or whatever......mess is not far away but it is not nearby also..we have to cross few 'margs' and then reach. In about 10 min i  was there in front of the mess. As usual i parked the cycle and walked towards the mess. There was something fishy in the air....oh i thought today they were serving fish curry..thats why.(PJ PJ..i know).....lot of people were outside in the garden hanging on to their mobile phones...what the heck..??? Anyways i did not care i went inside and washed my hands. Thank god..no Q this time. I picked one plate and 2 cups. 2 spoon of rice, some bheja fry, chicken curry, sambar, 1 chapati..and the final touches with the pickle,curd,kheer and a glass of water. Sumptous isn't it. Yeah you are really taken care of here ...Anyways, After about 10min, i picked up the empty plate and then dropped in the washing container. I washed my hand and was about to leave....well i actually left. I sat on the hercules  and slowly pedaled and pedaled. There were unusual amout of people on the road especially girls  speaking on their mobiles. On the way i met this fellow who is working on "FINFETS" (don't bother, its another form of transistor.)  So the conversation goes like this.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:"Tere ko maalum hai kya?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Kya..?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:"Abey maalum nahi hai kya?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Han malum hai ki to pee ke aagya hai..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:" There was a terrorist attack in the auditorium...one person seriously injured and the rest of them injured..."&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Kitna daala? 90 ya 60"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:"Sacchi me yaar..you see the aaj tak news...this was a flash"&lt;br /&gt;me thinks 'might be saying the truth'. Then his friend comes over (who was incidentaley was on the mobile phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friend:" They used AK47 it seems and 6 of them injured.... there has been an alert and all the gates are sealed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when the chill ran through my spine......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed back to the lab and my friend was sitting in the corner..doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Do you know..macha?"&lt;br /&gt;He( my another friend):"What?" ( with a casual expression)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"There was an attack by terrorist...in front of auditorium." ( Seriously...i did not know which auditorium.. there are millions of auditorium around here and lot of conferences going on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He:"What are you talikng?" ( He could not believe.....naturally)&lt;br /&gt;Me:" Just type rediff/ndtv and check man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets a phone call on his mobile.(His relative perhaps....enquiring about his whereabouts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then enters our great lad, the dude from 'University of Notre dam' 100 miles from chicago. Has worked on MEMS 3D spiral inductors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Do you that there was an att....?"&lt;br /&gt;dude:" Yeah... heard the news. But there is no security at the gates, i came through without the check"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Oh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called home asking them not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Then we started of with conversation about how to protect IISc...etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not know exactly how many of them were there(at that point of time) some were saying 3 of them (2 dead and 1 missing). So we thought it would not safe for us to go out and we decided to stay in the lab watching "Lethal Weapon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song Recommendation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judas Priest: ' Breaking the Law ' Its too good man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics is something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was completely wasting, out of work and down&lt;br /&gt;All inside it’s so frustrating as I drift from town to town&lt;br /&gt;Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die&lt;br /&gt;So I might as well begin to put some action in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the law, breaking the law 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the golden future, I can’t even start&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had every promise broken, there’s anger in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t have a clue&lt;br /&gt;If you did you’d find yourselves doing the same thing too&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the law, breaking the law 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You don’t know what it’s like&lt;br /&gt;Breaking the law, breaking the law 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-113601109496891021?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/113601109496891021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=113601109496891021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/113601109496891021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/113601109496891021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/12/conversation-2.html' title='Conversation-2'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-113500490840562687</id><published>2005-12-19T15:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:08:28.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/divisionbell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/divisionbell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         It was evening. I had just returned to the hostel. I parked my cycle and was climbing up the stairs. I met this fellow who had joined recently to the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Whats your name?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Ghanshyam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Which department are you in?"&lt;br /&gt;Ghanshyam: "MRC"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  "Oh Ok.." (MRC means Materials Research Centre)&lt;br /&gt;I began climbing the stairs...he followed me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:"Where is your room?"&lt;br /&gt;GS:"No: 65"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Oh next to mine...."(Just to keep him along with the conversation..)&lt;br /&gt;GS:"Yeah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach my room in the first floor...and open the door.He still stays with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "By the Way what are you working on?"&lt;br /&gt;GS: "Lithography of Galium arcenide substrate...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"What??"&lt;br /&gt;GS:"Yeah, i do the patterning of the photoresist and deposit metal on top of it to build a IR sensor...blah blah blah.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Ok Ok"&lt;br /&gt;GS:"What about you?" (i knew newtons 3rd law works here too..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"MEMS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GS:" You are from which college?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"MIT,manipal"&lt;br /&gt;GS:"WHAT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"M.I.T, manipal"&lt;br /&gt;GS:" Oh!!   i thought 'THAT'.....MIT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"What MIT???"&lt;br /&gt;GS:"Masschse.......etc etc"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:" Good guess....ok then see you"&lt;br /&gt;GS:"bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-113500490840562687?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/113500490840562687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=113500490840562687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/113500490840562687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/113500490840562687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/12/conversation.html' title='Conversation'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-113329267293592945</id><published>2005-11-29T18:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:31:12.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/Green%20Day%20-%20American%20Idiot%20(proper%20retail)%202004%20inlay.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/Green%20Day%20-%20American%20Idiot%20%28proper%20retail%29%202004%20inlay.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "What have we here lad....."&lt;br /&gt;"Mysterious scribbles..?"&lt;br /&gt;"Secret Codes..?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...Poems none the less"&lt;br /&gt;"Poems every body......"    (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;"This lad reckons himself a poet..." (laughs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Money gets back'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                'I'm alright jack'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                               ' keep your hands of my stack'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absolute rubbish...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And thus begins the world famous song by floyd which has been sung over and over again which put them on top of the chart for over a decade. The ultimate revolutionary lyrics. Well, it may be very difficult or shall i say a subtle demarcation between the poem and a song write up. Wonder why William wordsworth's poems have never been made into a song. Its very difficult to write a song or a poem. I have tried a few times but finaly it ends out to be very bad. Why don't you give a try..... Well not necessary that it always have to rhyme. But ofcourse it needs some IQ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'i walk on the shore'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'i hear the uproar'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Far away by the distance'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'where the river meets the sea'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'i see a fence'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'a man about to pee'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what meaning it conveys but i thought it was good enough to qualify as a poem. Let me dedicate this article to the poets and the song writers. Infosys came out with a theme song and so did microsoft. Well, microsoft wanted it to be more of rock so they approached parikrama.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Let me try one serious poem. Mmmmm....trying to find some ideas....motivation. Mmmmmmm.......can't get any idea. Let me try for one time....go out and get some fresh air, watch nature, have tea and come back....Its already dark mid night 12:51pm to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am....&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ghost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' i felt soft fingers at my throat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' it seemed someone was strangling me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' the lips were hard as they were sweet'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' it seemed someone was kissing me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' my vital bones about to crack'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' i gaped into another's eyes'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' i saw it was a fate i knew'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' a face as sweet as it was grim'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' it did not smile it did not week'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' its eyes were wide &amp; white its skin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' i did not smile i did not weep'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;' i raised my hand touched its cheek'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you would like it. I can even see the big smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harold pinter the noble prize winner for literature 2005. To be honest, its him who wrote the poem. Titled 'Ghost' written in 1983. I'm still searching for the golden lines.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall put some golden lines by 'robbie williams' song called as 'supreme'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it seemed forever stopped today&lt;br /&gt;All the lonely hearts in London&lt;br /&gt;Caught a plane and flew away&lt;br /&gt;And all the best women are married&lt;br /&gt;All the handsome men are gay&lt;br /&gt;You feel deprived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah are you questioning your size?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a tumour in your humour,&lt;br /&gt;Are there bags under your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Do you leave dents where you sit,&lt;br /&gt; Are you getting on a bit?&lt;br /&gt;Will you survive&lt;br /&gt;You must survive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-113329267293592945?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/113329267293592945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=113329267293592945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/113329267293592945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/113329267293592945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/11/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-113112762799547500</id><published>2005-11-04T17:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T19:07:08.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/250px-BlackHole.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/250px-BlackHole.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I go deep into the endless abyss..i feel as if i am falling down a 20 storyed building and going down and down and down...Suddenly something stuck like a lightning. I find my self floating in air as if i am walking in zero gravity. I've no clothes on. There are marks all over the body as if someone had just put a bar code all over. I swim across my room and find a glass door, i open it. Its full of clothes, i take a black jacket and put it on. I fall on the ground and find myself walking. Oh i forgot to tell you that it was a gravity push up jacket. But where am I??? I search for some instrument to show time, i look at the corner of the table, the computer just shows what i think. Time is 9:00Am. I go out of the room towards the garden, the atmosphere is misty and very little light. I have a vague feeling as if something is squeezing my belly. I bend down to take the can of energy drink. I open it and gulp the contents..feeling gone. I turn the can and find out that it was H2O. Time has slowed down as if i am walking in a slow motion. Probably the effect of the energy drink... I slowly walk  towards the garage. After the retina scanning and the RFID tag inspection on my body, the garage door opens.... A gorgeous jet is parked inside. But Where am i??? The jet automaticaly comes near me and opens the hood. I board.The state of  the art electromagnetic levitation machine which is controlled by nanoprocessors made up of SET's(Single Electron Transistors). I enter the location. The jet zooms into outer space and its all dark. I put on the  music which sounds like "ROCK"and in about 10min i am there..but where?? It seems like another planet.I see a big building in front of me.I park my jet and slowly walk towards a big building. I can see lot of other inhabitants walking along with me. I reach the big building and slowly take out the memory stick from the pocket, push it onto one of the output locations on the wall. Download some notes and lectures..Oh! its a library, Take out the stick and insert it to the spinal port at the back of my head. The memory stick is basically made of a biocompatible materials where it stores memory using quantum dots..its all small.They have shrunk it!!! I enter the big hall where thousands of inhabitants are sitting in front of the OFPD(Organic Flat Panel Display). I select one of the OFPD and wait for the computer the start something. Suddenly the bell rings.. I can hear the sound slowly becoming louder and louder...everything fades away as if the mist has just been driven by the first rays of sun.Likewise the whole place becomes murkier and murkier...to dissovle into the empty space called as the black hole. The first rays of the sun just touched my eyes and i wake up.. only to appreciate the dream. I still smile and think "well, not bad at all". I get out of my bed and start brushing.....still feeling the same feeling. I dress up and walk outside..the jet is waiting for me..the state of the art electromagnetic levitated machine with nano processor controlled by SET's.....Where am I???&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;gattz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-113112762799547500?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/113112762799547500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=113112762799547500&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/113112762799547500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/113112762799547500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/11/black-hole.html' title='Black Hole'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-112990880376905354</id><published>2005-10-21T16:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:33:23.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dry Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/clontarf-trinity-3glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/clontarf-trinity-3glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The three muskeeters prepared to conquer the land of java beans set out on a hunt..the time is when the city sleeps...and then we awake with full glory to the rythem of Floyd and metallica.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Swami 2 KF strong"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Sorry sir"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In our 'swalpa adjust maadi' land the time stood still.....the moment frozen in time.Countless of them betrayed and thoughts wandering..dreams shattered..only to be retrived and joined once again in the hope of giving birth to another dream.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"But why ?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its Oct 2nd 9:00pm Gongura restaurant airport road...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We brushed our memories to get some general knowledge and came out with a conclusion that our beloved father of the nation was born on this day which unfortunately falls the day we visited the 'temple of smoke and fire'..fire inside and smoke outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the three muskeeters set out in desparation in the hope of finding oasis in the betrayed land of Silicon valley...thoughts swirlled in our minds.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But why dry day???.....for the enviromentalists its vanishing of humidity its a dry day...but for us what does that mean..?? truly i had no idea....i thought all our lands had been dried due to severe heat and there was no water to drink anywhere....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Water to drink???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wandering about with our radars in full intensity to get hold of atleast a guy who sells grape juice....So did one of the muskeeter diverted into the closed 'temple of gin' only to be stopped and diverted ... once again...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The true color of blue has to be felt..not seen..that day was really a dry day..dry in every sense of emotion.. and we still wander.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Song review: i should have put this song long back...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Until it sleeps:Metallica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Where do I take this pain of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I run but it stays right by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tear me open and pour me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's things inside that scream and shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the pain still hates me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold me until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Just like the curse, just like the stray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You feed it once and now it stays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now it stays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tear me open but beware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's things inside without a care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the dirt still stains me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So wash me until I'm clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It grips you so hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It stains you so hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It hates you so hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It holds you so hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So tell me why you've chosen me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't want your grip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't want your greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll tear me open make you gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No more can you hurt anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the fear still shakes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold me, until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It grips you so hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It stains you so hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It hates you so hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It holds you, holds you, holds you until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;I Don't want it want it want it want it want it No&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open but beware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's things inside without a care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the dirt still stains me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So wash me 'til I'm clean&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear thee open make you gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No longer will you hurt anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And the hate still shapes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So hold me until it sleeps...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gattz all the way.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-112990880376905354?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/112990880376905354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=112990880376905354&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/112990880376905354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/112990880376905354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/10/dry-day.html' title='Dry Day'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-112802315827161945</id><published>2005-09-29T20:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T21:45:58.333+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Katrina,rita,sugarcane and haricane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/katrina_kaif_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/katrina_kaif_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it her??Eh???&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot of talk about her and rita.God knows who is rita..If you find hers send it to me..i mean the foto...people were found climbing roof tops and tree tops to see who is this. Finaly americans  realized that there is something other than iraq and oil..It is none other than Katrina..&lt;br /&gt;Poor fellows somany people lost their lives, even the state of the art radars,stealth bombers,  reconnosaince aircrafts etc etc also could not detect..what a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it seems that this was the hot topic of discussion and lot blogs are getting hits..execpt mine..I donno y?? so i decided to rite an article about katrina,rita,their boyfriends haricane and sugarcane....and i ended up screwing the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i tried a doggerel..hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bound and wired&lt;br /&gt;I'm beaten and tired&lt;br /&gt;i go to my room&lt;br /&gt;which is not broom(ed)&lt;br /&gt;i take a pill of sleep&lt;br /&gt;through my gill of sheep&lt;br /&gt;My mind goes into simulation mode&lt;br /&gt;she comes in my dream&lt;br /&gt;which is full of cream&lt;br /&gt;Caressing and pleasing&lt;br /&gt;guessing and teasing&lt;br /&gt;she makes her moves&lt;br /&gt;through the grooves&lt;br /&gt;we were in wonderland&lt;br /&gt;not england nor greenland&lt;br /&gt;after that is suspence&lt;br /&gt;plz donot cross the fence&lt;br /&gt;i am running out of ryhme&lt;br /&gt;which is not worth a dime&lt;br /&gt;but she can partner a waif&lt;br /&gt;is she katrin kaif??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;gattz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-112802315827161945?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/112802315827161945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=112802315827161945&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/112802315827161945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/112802315827161945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/09/katrinaritasugarcane-and-haricane.html' title='Katrina,rita,sugarcane and haricane.'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-112703637485262784</id><published>2005-09-18T11:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T11:39:34.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another DAY in IISc-II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/handofgod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/handofgod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Hercules' is waiting for me to take me to the lab. Idly vadas did give some energy to peddle the bicycle all the way up to my lab..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Lab: Guys are already there, doing somethin'. me start doing something....look at some of the designs chat with my friends about some bottle necks in the design. Finally we come to conclusion that 'why on eart are we breaking our head for this?" So we discard the design and go for the next one.Download some papers,read it find out what's going on..... This time again the same bottle necks...I wish i could hold the neck of the bottle and gulp all the contents in. We look in the text books for some info, discuss with the PhD guys out here..sort out the problem.Start preparing report. Ok then time for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Mess: Nothing much happening..its crowded..i peep into others plate guessing what the contents would be..Grab a plate..put some rice,curry,omlete french fries,and chapati...holding it in both the hands.... twisting and turning i reach a table....Slowly i start the act..which has been practiced and perfected since the time began..since the evolution of mankind..."eating"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the Lab: look up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It 5:15, time to go to hostel....change quickly....time to meet some one. Never it did drive so much passion and thought, neither it did give me so much pleasure for mind and body..i fell in love..I run towards the gymkhana. Time to get physical.The game started, me 'striker' right flank. i get the ball in my right foot..  change it to left foot. go towards the edge of the ground and tackled one guy,take the ball towards the centre..one more guy...again do my little trick and tackle him also..third guy!!..this time i am tired and try to give a pass..but that buger was little hefty for me to handle..so what "get physical"..Oh that was little too much..he fell flat to the ground.Foul was taken..Man, i love this game...end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic what you see of the world cup macth between ARG vs ENG. And that is precisely none other than the world famous 'Deigo Maradona' in his peek of the career. The goalie is 'Peter shilton' of england. And tha goal is termed as the 'hand of god goal'. Since there was a rift between ARG and Eng politically ,this match was seen as the war betwn them. The Englishmen striked back to level up the score to 1-1. Then something happend...something sensational...this lad from 'boca-juniors' turned and twisted the ball to tackle 9 members of the ENG to finally put the ball behind the net.This goal was termed as the "feet of god goal". And this goal is this the world famous goal and is put in the hall of fame of world cup. ARG beat ENG 2-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No song review this time...So till next time happy blogging guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yourz&lt;br /&gt;Gattz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-112703637485262784?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/112703637485262784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=112703637485262784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/112703637485262784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/112703637485262784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-another-day-in-iisc-ii.html' title='Just another DAY in IISc-II'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-112438634443587130</id><published>2005-08-18T18:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T19:32:24.510+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another DAY in IISc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/roadphy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/roadphy1.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guys, i've tried a differrent approach of writing. Its in first person point of veiw, i'm naive at this type of writing, so if you find any errors XcuZe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm......Nice smelly room, this is what happens if  you don't wash the socks. I look at my watch it shows 2:30, even the birds have started to whistle. I'm still half-awake. My roomie is still in the lab.....I keep all the stuffs on the table. Change clothes. Corridor lights are OFF. I still can hear a faint sound of hindi music...Probably someone next door. The bed looks really cozy to me very much inviting. I take a deep breath and plunge on it. Still the design of the RF-switch is rolling in my mind. A novel structure that has never been thought before......i'm still searching in my dreams...i doze off.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My roomie's mobile ring's....i wake up but still in half-sleep. Cursing my roomie for the wake up call...i realize that he had alarm in it. Well he is also my kind..using the mobile fone as an alarm clock.Its 8:30 am. Mess closes by 9:30...and it takes around 10 min to reach the mess, so i decide that i have to leave the block by 9:20. I hurry up..pick the mug and go to toilet. Smelly..some bastard had a bad stomach i believe. Finish everyting off before fainting...go back to my room. Colgate gel is waiting for it to blend with the tooth-brush.It eats away some more time...i take the bucket and go towards bathroom..i realize that i had forgot soap... i go back and pick it up.i run towards the bath room.. luckily one was open. Become 'Adam' once again...for sometime though..I go to my room after the 'Adam' pleasure..change clothes..get formal..its already 9:15...take the stuffs with me and run down the steps towards my "Hardley Davidson" the "Hercules Thriller" zoom at  the-speed-of-light towards the mess. 'B-Mess'.Still guessing what the menu would be?? Should i go for bread-omlete or go for eat-what-they-give (We do have choice). I fill my cup with tea decoction and add some milk and some sugar too.  Idly-vada.. I put some idly and "TWO ONLY" Vadas..with chutney and sambar. Very thin population in the mornings for breakfast. i mean very less chicks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pic above shows the main road which leads to the department......the cross roads..You will find me zooming on this road..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post the remaining part in the next write up..Mean while my fav..review, the song review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can beat these guys..a perfect Psychedelic....listen when u r high...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Floyd&lt;br /&gt;song:     High Hopes&lt;br /&gt;Album: division bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young&lt;br /&gt;In a world of magnets and miracles&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary&lt;br /&gt;The ringing of the division bell had begun&lt;br /&gt;Along the long road and on down the causeway&lt;br /&gt;Do they still meet there by the cut&lt;br /&gt;There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Running before time took our dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground&lt;br /&gt;To a life consumed by slow decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass was greener&lt;br /&gt;The light was brighter&lt;br /&gt;With friends surrounded&lt;br /&gt;The nights of wonder&lt;br /&gt;Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us&lt;br /&gt;To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again&lt;br /&gt;Dragged by the force of some inner tide&lt;br /&gt;At a higher altitude with flag unfurled&lt;br /&gt;We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encumbered forever by desire and ambition&lt;br /&gt;There's a hunger still unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon&lt;br /&gt;though down this road we've been so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass was greener&lt;br /&gt;The light was brighter&lt;br /&gt;The taste was sweeter&lt;br /&gt;The nights of wonder&lt;br /&gt;With friends surrounded&lt;br /&gt;The dawn mist glowing&lt;br /&gt;The water flowingT&lt;br /&gt;he endless river&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly&lt;br /&gt;gattz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-112438634443587130?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/112438634443587130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=112438634443587130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/112438634443587130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/112438634443587130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-another-day-in-iisc.html' title='Just another DAY in IISc'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-111998591924097785</id><published>2005-06-28T19:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:13:26.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Blasphemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/1600/guita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7550/556/320/guita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; True. Howz the pic? I got most coments for my last entry....3 of them......only. The template has been changed and.... ads are supposed to come... what happend yaar...anyways i will check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research work going on out here. There was a football match organized out here. Teams like 'imaginary madrid' 'lungspool' 'Samba(r) dancers' 'Diegos Desciple''Manchester devided'..etc etc all in all 16 teams in 4 groups and we were ECE (simply 7). Teams consisted of seven members with 2 substitutes. 5 substitutions can be made during the match. 20 min each half and 10 min break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fultoo....futball. forward,backward,midfield, right-half ,left-half..etc etc. First match was against hockey team...HOCKEY team??? Yes Hockey team we fought well...but... wish we had donaldo, bagio,rivaldo, dodo....etc etc. Finally we fought, fought until they scored 5 goals. They made mince meat of us, all seven of US (me, sri-ram, ganesh, satyam, goalie, rajesh(prof) , sudhir,chaitanya). By the way we couldn't even open an account. Anyways ther's always next time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we went with full zoom to the playground next day to play our next match...the next chance. Seven of us.Only seven!!! without even a single substitute. I was the goalie (you know to stop the goals) First half 3 goals were scored, wish we had scored it...Looking our state our lab incharge who was watching football offered to play for us. You know what.....we agreed. Second half: 4 goals were scored, again......wish we had scored it. Anyways we fought hard....fought hard to make the ball cross the half line.... but it didn't. Even their goalie scored a goal. As they say "participation is impotent if your not winning".....Ha ha ha....we were made mince meat of the mince meat. But we will not loose courage, as our important players like donaldo,bagio,diego, rivaldo, dodo, me etc etc are heavily preparing for the next match. you know ther's always a next time...you know.. so the next match is on thursday june 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the life, futball life....Now the song review... I believe most of you would be little aware of this band called "Amon Amarth", black metal. The lyrics is little bit heavy. Heavy in the sense....well just like the tiltle. check it out...listen to it. It is very heavy and will definetly a head-banger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God, his son and holy whore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Serpent tongue speaks to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Of a man from southern land&lt;br /&gt;How ancient Gods are enemies&lt;br /&gt;But I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hippocritic voice of love talks of peace and christ&lt;br /&gt;Blasphemer of Gods above&lt;br /&gt;One thousand years of lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hold their swords to out throats&lt;br /&gt;And force-feed us with faith&lt;br /&gt;'Bout god, his son and holy whore&lt;br /&gt;But now we retaliate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophets of a false believe talk with tongue of ice&lt;br /&gt;Threaten us with hell beneath&lt;br /&gt;Now we retaliate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free yourselves from the chains&lt;br /&gt;Of lies that hold you down&lt;br /&gt;Arise to be free again&lt;br /&gt;We'll fight till we have won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priests of hippocratic love talk of peace and christ&lt;br /&gt;Power is their only goal&lt;br /&gt;Now they all shall die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the blade around, put the oppressors down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mess with us and you will feel&lt;br /&gt;A pain so true yet so unreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, use your hate, uncreate&lt;br /&gt;Christian state will meet its fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, his son and holy whore&lt;br /&gt;Now you will meet your fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................Guys the song is like that...not to hurt anybody's feelings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till next blog....see you guys..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-111998591924097785?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/111998591924097785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=111998591924097785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/111998591924097785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/111998591924097785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/06/blasphemy.html' title='Blasphemy'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-111848815919256368</id><published>2005-06-11T12:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T13:09:19.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway to Hell</title><content type='html'>So i got the hostel and the mess facility out here. I'm staying in E-67  thats in E-block. Campus as you already know is amazing. people out here talk about research going on in MIT, stanford, what are the new-technology coming up etc etc. There are guys out here who have designed their own chip and sent for fabrication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all there are number of guys working towards breakthrough products. And some of them are out already. check out the ' tortional varactor' a MEMS device. Micro mirros are already designed and simulated, yet to send for fabrication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys that was too much of technical, sorry if i have bored you. Talking about chick....MAN there are some who are awesome. i thought i would get to see only trees..We get to see these chicks when we go out for a coffee or in the Mess. By the way its a co-ed mess, chicks are allowed to eat with us, you know. By the way there are two beverage supplying units ( not a canteen). One is called coffee board and the other a Tea board. The former opens at 9 and closes at 5 whereas the latter opens at 2 and goes on till 2 in the mornining, thats for guys who do night outs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about prof's. They are a gem of a kind. 100% not the one you get in MIT. Proud to be working along with them. You are not bound to anything, just work with your interest. Of course you have to deliver a product,finally. How many profs have you known who come with cargo pants and T-shirts??? don't ask the profile. As i am not going to tell you that they are 'STANFORD' and 'MIT' guys.Top guys in india. Amazing isn't it. That's what I call "cool".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you might be wondering why did i choose the title:Initiative?? There is a lot of air about gettogether. When is it man?? tell me.Come on Guys... Lets "ROCK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can I forget my favorite, the song review: I love this band: ACDC, here's one for the gettogether: Cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living easy, living free&lt;br /&gt;Season ticket on a one-way ride&lt;br /&gt;Asking nothing, leave me be&lt;br /&gt;Taking everything in my stride&lt;br /&gt;Don't need reason, don't need rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing I would rather do&lt;br /&gt;Going down, party time&lt;br /&gt;My friends are gonna be there too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stop signs, speed limit&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's gonna slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Like a wheel, gonna spin it&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's gonna mess me round&lt;br /&gt;Hey Satan, payed my dues&lt;br /&gt;Playing in a rocking band&lt;br /&gt;Hey Momma, look at me&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way to the promised land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going down, all the way down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the highway to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So shall we make the BeerJointPoint the Hell ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-111848815919256368?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/111848815919256368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=111848815919256368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/111848815919256368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/111848815919256368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/06/highway-to-hell.html' title='Highway to Hell'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-111848571457073932</id><published>2005-06-11T12:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T12:28:35.086+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aco</title><content type='html'>template check&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-111848571457073932?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/111848571457073932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=111848571457073932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/111848571457073932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/111848571457073932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/06/aco.html' title='Aco'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-111787989813346244</id><published>2005-06-04T11:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:19:04.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MIT 2 IISc</title><content type='html'>There was no write up for about a mmonth and a half, the ads also stopped coming. Anyways here I am with new things and new infos and ofcourse music reviews....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in IISc learning how people do research..... Out here they do it on MEMS. that is MicroEletromechanicalSystems i.e building machines in an area of 1000 micons*1000 microns.&lt;br /&gt;Our hair has a diameter of 2 microns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working in mit was an experience. met marvin, mani had come once, sharath twice, our kudwa and rab,.... I did give marks and attendence....to students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus of iisc is good or shall i say "greener" in both sense. i will be moving to hostel on monday. once more hostel experience......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok song review...not a rock song kinda pop but good one. I think you might have heard about "4 non-blondes" yeah hear their "whats going on" cool song simple lyrics,...Listen to it you will loose all the tension and frustration in your mind...And one more song is our own Eric claptonwa's "sunshine of you life".Listen to both of them. Both are blues... ...Have you heard of RAP METAL?? Thambi's new invention,to be precise "New age Rap Metal"......next time its a rock review.... Lets see i will give a review on heavy metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 years and my life is still&lt;br /&gt;trying to get up that great big hill of hope&lt;br /&gt;For a destination&lt;br /&gt;I realized quickly when I knew I should&lt;br /&gt;That the world was made up of this&lt;br /&gt;Brotherhood of man&lt;br /&gt;For whatever that means&lt;br /&gt;And so I cry somethimes when I'm lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;Just to get it all out what's in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I'm, I am feeling a little peculiar&lt;br /&gt;So I wake in the morning and I step outside&lt;br /&gt;And I take deep breath and I get real high&lt;br /&gt;And I scream from the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;What's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;And I say hey....&lt;br /&gt;And I say hey what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;And I say hey....&lt;br /&gt;I said hey what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;And I try, oh my God do I try&lt;br /&gt;I try all the time&lt;br /&gt;In this institution&lt;br /&gt;And I pray, oh my God do I pray&lt;br /&gt;I pray every single day&lt;br /&gt;For a revolution&lt;br /&gt;And so I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed&lt;br /&gt;Just to get it all out what's in my head&lt;br /&gt;And I'm, I am feeling a little peculiar&lt;br /&gt;So I wake in the morning and I step outside&lt;br /&gt;And I take deep breath and I get real high&lt;br /&gt;And I scream from the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;What's goin'on&lt;br /&gt;And I say hey...&lt;br /&gt;And I say hey what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;And I say hey...&lt;br /&gt;I said hey what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;And I say hey...&lt;br /&gt;And I say hey what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;And I say hey...&lt;br /&gt;I said hey what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;25 years and my life is still&lt;br /&gt;trying to get up that great big hill of hope&lt;br /&gt;For a destination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudes write some comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-111787989813346244?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/111787989813346244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=111787989813346244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/111787989813346244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/111787989813346244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/06/mit-2-iisc.html' title='MIT 2 IISc'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-111355394174656199</id><published>2005-04-15T10:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T10:32:21.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;        You may be wondering why i have kept 'tsunami' as title. Its nothing but to get more page loads. It seems the page with 'tsunami' has been loaded more times than the pondy sites. Anyways, thats not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Once again i am here with the rolls and rocks. Its pretty hard to classify a good rock song since 'beauty lies in the eye of a beholder' similar way you can make a phrase for 'rock song'. I f you are wondering what " du hast" means it is nothing but "you have"(i learnt from german teacher). When macha was sitting in german class, he was the one who pointed this and of course no to mention the explanation of what a 'chastity lock' means( no relation to "du hast").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Lets come to the point. ACDC. If you guys are wondering which rock rong to listen this week, dont hesitate to listen to ACDC, album-'back in  black'.Thats what rock is all about. Listen to this. Sounds good also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;rock n' roll aint noise pollution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there, all you middle men.&lt;br /&gt;Throw away your fancy clothes&lt;br /&gt;And while youre out there sittin on a fence&lt;br /&gt;So get off your ass and come down here&lt;br /&gt;'cause rock n roll aint no riddle man&lt;br /&gt;To me it makes good, good sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy decibels are playing on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;We got vibrations coming up from the floor&lt;br /&gt;Were just listening to the rock thats giving too much noise&lt;br /&gt;Are you deaf, you wanna hear some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were just talkin about the future&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the past&lt;br /&gt;Itll always be with us&lt;br /&gt;Its never gonna die, never gonna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Rock n roll aint noise pollution&lt;br /&gt;Rock n roll aint gonna die&lt;br /&gt;Rock n roll aint no pollution&lt;br /&gt;Rock n roll it will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a look inside your bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;You looked so good lying on your bed&lt;br /&gt;Well, I asked you if you wanted any rhythm and love&lt;br /&gt;You said you wanna rock n roll instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were just talkin about the future&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the past&lt;br /&gt;Itll always be with us&lt;br /&gt;Its never gonna die, never gonna die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock n roll is just rock n roll &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After listning to this try to listen to 'Back in Black' and then follow it up with 'throw some bone to the dog' (check out the exact wordings) i am not sure about the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: If you are weak hearted geeks, then try out some " bajan sapori's " or "depressive  songs by depressive people".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-111355394174656199?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/111355394174656199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=111355394174656199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/111355394174656199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/111355394174656199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/04/tsunami.html' title='Tsunami'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-110982166339806240</id><published>2005-03-03T04:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T04:47:43.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3rd March 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;      &lt;em&gt;i had to conduct exam for 4th sem students. Machines-1. So i had prepared last night for it. Exam questions, Viva etc etc. Unfortunately B.S. Bairi passed away yesterday and today all the classes were cancelle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;d. Its 9:20 am. They are asking us to go to the crematorium, 'no way man'. B.G.S. Prabhu (princi) has requested to attend the condolence meeting. The exams are cancelled. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hithesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-110982166339806240?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/110982166339806240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=110982166339806240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110982166339806240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110982166339806240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-2.html' title='day 2'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-110974683901568299</id><published>2005-03-02T07:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T08:00:39.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The new beginning</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;      The web page has been loaded 39 times and the ads has been clicked only 4 times on Feb 17th. Thats the heighest page loads last month. Thank you. I will start writing diary from today onwards. I will do it daily if possible or atleast once in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;March 2nd 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's today. Its 12:30 pm and i am here in IC lab(Integrated Circuits) writing this diary. Last week i had attended incident in KREC. Parikrama had come. They played numbers from Led-Zep, Ozzy, Floyd, Sabbath and some of thier own like purple rain, vaporise. Nice one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;there was an entry fee of Rs 100. Myself,Santhosh(my brother) and brian(My friend) had gone to the show.  It was 1:00 pm when the show time got over.We spent night in the beach. Then we realised we could not go on and we went to the blocks. Luckily my friend was there and we spent night in his room.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today i had mu-P lab. Have to conduct viva, asl them the proceedure and check their results. One fellow did not prepare and come. I did not allow him to do the experiment.A bihari by the way. Finally &lt;/em&gt;at 11:&lt;em&gt;00 i allowed himto go to the table.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And one more thing i had German class yesterday. Yeah "Ich learnen deutsch". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats all for Now&lt;/em&gt;(TAFN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same day same time  next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then&lt;br /&gt;Keep reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gatty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-110974683901568299?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/110974683901568299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=110974683901568299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110974683901568299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110974683901568299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-beginning.html' title='The new beginning'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-110811532954823373</id><published>2005-02-11T10:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T10:48:49.553+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulla Ki Jaana Main Kaun ?- Sung by Rabbi Shergill</title><content type='html'>Na maen momin vich maseet aan&lt;br /&gt;Na maen vich kufar diyan reet aan&lt;br /&gt;Na maen paakaan vich paleet aan&lt;br /&gt;Na maen moosa na pharaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulleh! ki jaana maen kaun&lt;br /&gt;Na maen andar ved kitaab aan,&lt;br /&gt;Na vich bhangaan na sharaab aan&lt;br /&gt;Na vich rindaan masat kharaab aan&lt;br /&gt;Na vich jaagan na vich saun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulleh! ki jaana maen kaun.&lt;br /&gt;Na vich shaadi na ghamnaaki&lt;br /&gt;Na maen vich paleeti paaki&lt;br /&gt;Na maen aabi na maen khaki&lt;br /&gt;Na maen aatish na maen paun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulleh!, ki jaana maen kaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na maen arabi na lahori&lt;br /&gt;Na maen hindi shehar nagauri&lt;br /&gt;Na hindu na turak peshawri&lt;br /&gt;Na maen rehnda vich nadaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulla, ki jaana maen kaun&lt;br /&gt;Na maen bheth mazhab da paaya&lt;br /&gt;Ne maen aadam havva jaaya&lt;br /&gt;Na maen apna naam dharaaya&lt;br /&gt;Na vich baitthan na vich bhaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulleh , ki jaana maen kaunA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vval aakhir aap nu jaana&lt;br /&gt;Na koi dooja hor pehchaana&lt;br /&gt;Maethon hor na koi siyaana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulla! ooh khadda hai kaun&lt;br /&gt;Bulla, ki jaana maen kaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Translation :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a believer inside the mosque, am I&lt;br /&gt;Nor a pagan disciple of false rites&lt;br /&gt;Not the pure amongst the impure&lt;br /&gt;Neither Moses, nor the Pharoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says Bulla, who knows who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in the holy Vedas, am I&lt;br /&gt;Nor in opium, neither in wine&lt;br /&gt;Not in the drunkard`s craze&lt;br /&gt;Niether awake, nor in a sleeping daze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says Bulla, who knows who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in the mosque of the believer,&lt;br /&gt;Nor in false rites.&lt;br /&gt;I am not in the pure or the impure.&lt;br /&gt;Neither Moses nor Pharaoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says Bulla, who knows who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in the vedas or holy books,&lt;br /&gt;Not in drug or wine.&lt;br /&gt;Not in the drunkards wasted intoxication,&lt;br /&gt;Not in wakefulness or sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says Bulla, who knows who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not in sorrow nor in joy,&lt;br /&gt;Neither in clean nor unclean.&lt;br /&gt;I am not water, I am not earth,&lt;br /&gt;I am not fire, I am not air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says Bulla, who knows who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not from Arabia or Lahore,&lt;br /&gt;Nor from India or Nagaur.&lt;br /&gt;Neither a hindu or muslim from Peshawar,&lt;br /&gt;Nor do I live in Nadaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says Bulla, who knows who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be unearthed in the mysteries of religion.&lt;br /&gt;I was not born of Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;I am not the name I assume.&lt;br /&gt;I am not in stillness, not in movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I only know myself.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot know any other.&lt;br /&gt;Who could be wiser than I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulla asks, who then, stands here?&lt;br /&gt;Says Bulla, who knows who I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bulla ki jaana" - orginally sung by Baba Bulleh Shah, new rendition by Rabbi Shergil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing song guys....a must listen.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download the song at this link :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pakimp3.org/downloads/songs/download.php?filename=misc/BullaKiJana.mp3"&gt;http://www.pakimp3.org/downloads/songs/download.php?filename=misc/BullaKiJana.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-110811532954823373?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/110811532954823373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=110811532954823373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110811532954823373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110811532954823373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/02/bulla-ki-jaana-main-kaun-sung-by-rabbi.html' title='Bulla Ki Jaana Main Kaun ?- Sung by Rabbi Shergill'/><author><name>mukku</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02175760086959376504</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-8307625.post-110714597859308060</id><published>2005-01-31T05:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T05:36:05.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Flash Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The liberation from NITK confinement &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On september 5th M'tech Viva Voce ended. 60 gruelling minutes. Among the Audience there were HOD, my guide, zora, external,my classmates and my juniors. I had prepared about 30 slides. It was a ppt presentation. At about 12:45 pm the defence ended with the demonstration of my project. And thatwas the moment when I was liberated from the confinement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The idle phase&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;That was really an idle phase, wasn't it? Ok lets come to point. So after i passed out i applied to MIT for  lecturing (i did not have any specific interest, neither did i have any flair to see the departments face). Anyways it was for some other reason i chose MIT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The First Encounter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So i was appointed as lecturer in dept of EE from 15th of Oct onwards. The semester for the students was coming to an end.  So hod( RSA) had put me into labs. My fate you may call, I was made to sit along with hpu. And the saga continues where i had left it from final year BE after his MPC class. So that all for the first encounter. Next time i will tell all about the deaprtment lectures , how they are what makes them sadist.... and also what happend during the PE exam... why did so many students flunked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-110714597859308060?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/110714597859308060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=110714597859308060&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110714597859308060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110714597859308060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/01/flash-back.html' title='Flash Back'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-110654503437787278</id><published>2005-01-24T06:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T06:37:14.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>About Adolf Hitler</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Adolf Hitler(April 20, 1889 - April 30, 1945)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Early Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 20, 1889 Hitler was born in Braunau am Inn, Austria&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Parents were Alois (1837-1903) and Klara (1860-1908) Hitler &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Only one sibling survived childhood, Paula (1896-1960). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Four siblings died in childhood: Gustav (1885-1887), Ida (1886-1888), Otto (1887), Edmund (1894-1900). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One step-brother, Alois (b. 1882) and one step-sister, Angela (1883-1949) both from father's previous marriage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Known as "Adi" in youth &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hitler's ancestry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;June 25, 1895 Hitler's father (Alois) retired &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;February 1900 brother (Edmund) died &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;September 1900 to 1904 student at the Linz Realschule &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;January 3, 1903 father died &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;September 14, 1903 half-sister (Angela) married Leo Raubal &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1904 to 1905 student at the Steyr Realschule &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;October 1907 took entrance exam for Vienna Academy of Fine Arts (rejected) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;October 1908 applied to the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts for the second time (not even admitted to test) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;December 21, 1908 Hitler's mother (Klara) dies of breast cancer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1909 lives in Vienna at flophouses and hostels for four years &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;May 1913 leaves Vienna and moves to Munich, Germany &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World War I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;August 3, 1914 petitioned King Ludwig III of Bavaria for permission to join in a Bavarian regiment (granted) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;December 1914 awarded the Iron Cross, Second Class &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;October 7, 1916 wounded in combat (grenade splinter in leg) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;August 4, 1918 awarded the Iron Cross, First Class &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;October 13, 1918 temporary blindness caused by gas attack While at the hospital recuperating his eyes, he heard the news about the end of the First World War. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;End of WWI to 1933&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Became a Bildungsoffizier (educational officer) for the German Army &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;September 1919 ordered to investigate the German Workers' Party (Deutscher Arbeiterpartei) February 24, 1920 announced the Twenty-Five Points program &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;November 9, 1923 the Beer Hall Putsch (unsuccessful) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;February 26, 1924 the beginning of the treason trial April 1, 1924 sentenced to five years in prison (only served nine months) Works on Mein Kampf while in prison&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;December 20, 1924 released from Landsberg Prison &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;February 25, 1932 granted German citizenship &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ran for President of Germany in the July 1932 elections (lost to von Hindenburg) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1933 to 1945&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;January 30, 1933 becomes Chancellor of Germany &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;February 28, 1933 a presidential decree gives him emergency powers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;August 2, 1934 von Hindenburg died and the next day Hitler become the supreme leader of Germany by assuming both the powers of President and Chancellor (with the title of Führer) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;September 7, 1937 declares the end of the Treaty of Versailles &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;November 8, 1939 assassination attempt against him at the Bürgerbräu Keller in Munich &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 29, 1945 writes his last will and political testament &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;April 30, 1945 commits suicide in the Berlin bunker ( Not sure, some say he escaped to Argentina.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gatty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-110654503437787278?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/110654503437787278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=110654503437787278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110654503437787278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110654503437787278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2005/01/about-adolf-hitler.html' title='About Adolf Hitler'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-110388186226136199</id><published>2004-12-24T10:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T10:54:48.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The making of Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever wondered how the world's most favoured drink ' &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BEER&lt;/strong&gt; ' is prepared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beer is traditionally made from malted grains (typically barley), water, hops, and yeast. Some beer styles call for wheat to be mixed with the barley. Some breweries even use corn and/or rice mixed with barley because they are cheaper than barley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The malted barley is steeped in very hot water (140 - 1580 F) for up to several hours, very much like a cup of tea. This liquid is called the sweet wort. The steeping of the malted barley converts the starches in the barley into fermentable sugars, thus the wort is sweet. The wort is then rinsed from the grains and put into the boiling kettle. The wort is boiled for anywhere from 1 hour to several hours. During the boil, hops are added to impart bitterness to balance the sweetness of the wort. Near the end of the boil, more hops are usually added. These later hops create the nose or flowery aroma in the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The wort is then drained away from the hops and is chilled very quickly and placed into a fermentation tank. Yeast is then pitched into the wort. There are two basic styles of yeast&lt;br /&gt;1) Lager or bottom fermenting yeast&lt;br /&gt;2) Ale or top fermenting yeast&lt;br /&gt;The yeast begins to convert the sugars into alcohol immediately (usually within the hour). After this conversion, some styles of beer call for more hops to be added to impart more hop aroma to the beer. This is called dry hopping.&lt;br /&gt;After proper aging in the fermentation tanks, the liquid can be primed for bottling or kegging. The liquid is primed by adding more fermentable sugar that will produce the carbonation evident in the beer. Some beers are force carbonated by injecting carbon dioxide into the beer under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;Most beers should be enjoyed within three months of bottling, lest they begin to lose their flavor and freshness. Some beers require extensive aging to develop complexity (ex: Thomas Hardy Ale). Yet others are ready to drink immediately but can still improve with age (ex: Chimay Grande Reserve).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So Next time when you take a gulp of the lager, thank me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gatty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-110388186226136199?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/110388186226136199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=110388186226136199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110388186226136199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110388186226136199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2004/12/making-of-beer.html' title='The making of Beer'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-110136027627480395</id><published>2004-11-25T06:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T07:07:21.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THe Top rock Song </title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;To write a song is tough ask. But to write a rock song is tougher. But when the song goes on to become a top rock song then the guy is really 'made for it'. ' Stairway to heaven' is arguably the most heard song ever.Jimmy page Robert Plant, John jones and John Bonham form the Led Zeppelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little piece of article flicked from the net. Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though &lt;a class="Group" href="http://www.bnrmetal.com/groups/blsa.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Black Sabbath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was arguably a more influential band in regards to the history of heavy metal, no hard rock/metal discussion is complete without a mention of Led Zeppelin. Besides recording one of the most popular rock songs of all time ("Stairway To Heaven"), Led Zeppelin's back catalog has served as a blueprint for blues-based hard rock for decades. The list of instantly recognizable hits is staggering: "Whole Lotta Love", "Kashmir", "Communication Breakdown", "The Immigrant Song", "Rock And Roll", and on and on. The band abruptly broke up shortly after the unfortunate death of John Bonham in 1979, the remaining three asserting they could not continue without their drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3.com/albums/9366/summary.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IV was the band's most musically diverse effort to date, featuring everything from the crunching rock of "Black Dog" to the folk of "The Battle of Evermore," as well as "Stairway to Heaven," which found the bridge between the two genres. "Stairway to Heaven" was an immediate radio hit, eventually becoming the most played song in the history of album-oriented radio; the song was never released as a single. Despite the fact that the album never reached number one in America, &lt;a href="http://www.mp3.com/albums/9366/summary.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; IV was their biggest album ever, selling well over 16 million copies over the next two and a half decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEG, BUY, BORROW or STEAL. You must listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy rocking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GATTZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys this is Mukku here. And to add to Gatty's AMAZING writup, here is the lyrics of the top rock song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed&lt;br /&gt;With a word she can get what she came for.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.&lt;br /&gt;In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,&lt;br /&gt;And my spirit is crying for leaving.&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,&lt;br /&gt;And the voices of those who standing looking.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, it really makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune&lt;br /&gt;Then the piper will lead us to reason.&lt;br /&gt;And a new day will dawn for those who stand long&lt;br /&gt;And the forests will echo with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a spring clean for the May queen.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to change the road you're on.&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;The piper's calling you to join him,&lt;br /&gt;Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know&lt;br /&gt;Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as we wind on down the road&lt;br /&gt;Our shadows taller than our soul.&lt;br /&gt;There walks a lady we all know&lt;br /&gt;Who shines white light and wants to show&lt;br /&gt;How everything still turns to gold.&lt;br /&gt;And if you listen very hard&lt;br /&gt;The tune will come to you at last.&lt;br /&gt;When all are one and one is all&lt;br /&gt;To be a rock and not to roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-110136027627480395?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/110136027627480395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=110136027627480395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110136027627480395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110136027627480395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2004/11/top-rock-song.html' title='THe Top rock Song '/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-110006895700897102</id><published>2004-11-10T07:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T07:42:37.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All Along the Watch Tower(jimi Hendx)</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;   Jimi Hendrix the prodigy. Jimi Hendrix the mesmeriser. Jimi Hendrix the ..... Well u listen to him. The amazing guitarist lives by his guitar, Swears by it. This much passion about playing guitar probably no one has it, I believe. The song below is rated as the second best rock song of all times. Listen to the lead and solo. Amazing... That's Hendx for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Along the Watch Tower(JH):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,&lt;br /&gt;"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.&lt;br /&gt;Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,&lt;br /&gt;None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,&lt;br /&gt;"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.&lt;br /&gt;But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,&lt;br /&gt;So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along the watchtower, princes kept the view&lt;br /&gt;While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,&lt;br /&gt;Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatty&lt;br /&gt;This is also a must listen song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-110006895700897102?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/110006895700897102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=110006895700897102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110006895700897102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/110006895700897102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2004/11/all-along-watch-towerjimi-hendx.html' title='All Along the Watch Tower(jimi Hendx)'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-109697391778650337</id><published>2004-10-05T12:50:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T12:58:37.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Time (Pink Floyd)</title><content type='html'>This is Supposed to be the third Best Rock song. And No wonder that it comes from pink Floyd.&lt;br /&gt;The Lyrics gives an impression of a man who has passed his adulthood. He spent his time doing nothing. Staring at crucial moments of life without giving much thought for his future, and when he realises that he is far behind and there is much more to be achived, he finds that there is no time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;(Dark Side Of The Moon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day&lt;br /&gt;You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.&lt;br /&gt;Kicking around on a piece of ground on your home town&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone or something to show you the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain&lt;br /&gt;And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today&lt;br /&gt;And then one day you find ten years have got behind you&lt;br /&gt;No-one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(guitar solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking&lt;br /&gt;Racing around to come up behind you again&lt;br /&gt;The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older&lt;br /&gt;Shorter of breath and one day closer to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time&lt;br /&gt;Plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way&lt;br /&gt;The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A must listen song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-109697391778650337?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/109697391778650337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=109697391778650337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/109697391778650337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/109697391778650337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2004/10/time-pink-floyd.html' title='Time (Pink Floyd)'/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-109604290105966617</id><published>2004-09-24T18:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T18:21:41.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SMILING GATTY&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/1802/640/Image000.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/224/1802/400/Image000.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-109604290105966617?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/109604290105966617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=109604290105966617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/109604290105966617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/109604290105966617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2004/09/smiling-gatty.html' title=''/><author><name>Hithesh gattz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15757465743257657616</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-8307625.post-109533231682731317</id><published>2004-09-16T12:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T12:47:09.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraniod (Black Sabbath)</title><content type='html'>This little piece is taken from black sabbath which I love to hear. The lyrics runs in a simple fashion explaining about the life of an MITian (guess so!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here It Goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;people think that I'm insane because I am frowning all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;'Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Can you help me occupy my brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Happiness I cannot feel like love to me is so unreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I tell you to enjoy life, I wish I could but it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gatty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-109533231682731317?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8307625.post-109507146490897561</id><published>2004-09-13T12:25:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T12:31:04.906+02:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>Its a testing time&lt;br /&gt;for all of us&lt;br /&gt;when the feeling is right&lt;br /&gt;when the moon glows bright&lt;br /&gt;when the candle burns at midnight&lt;br /&gt;we feel enclosed in a chamber of fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to raid the darkness&lt;br /&gt;as the sound echos from emptiness&lt;br /&gt;the devil returns to the den&lt;br /&gt;the place in human mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between these lines you have yourself trapped&lt;br /&gt;drapped in the feeling of tiredness&lt;br /&gt;As you drool you find it difficult&lt;br /&gt;even to take a breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you remember me&lt;br /&gt;will forgive you for all the sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8307625-109507146490897561?l=gatties.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/feeds/109507146490897561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8307625&amp;postID=109507146490897561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/109507146490897561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8307625/posts/default/109507146490897561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatties.blogspot.com/2004/09/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>Hithesh 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