<?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-4758770137269641527</id><updated>2011-08-03T07:58:58.657+05:30</updated><category term='self-related'/><category term='philosophical'/><category term='Delhi'/><category term='sigh'/><category term='news related'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Life As I See It</title><subtitle type='html'>Its unimaginably beautiful how every emotion has a color of it's own...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-3728367135222971251</id><published>2010-04-29T00:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:06:28.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A tale of Love, Loss and Hope...</title><content type='html'>Every child has a dream, every day things change but that dream remains the same. A dream was broken a while back but I would not go into that. For what it is worth, I would never forget that I had a dream and that is all that there is to it.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;To have lived with that loss would have been hard, to have lived without the dream would have been tough had it not been for my friends. Personally I never imagined myself going to an IIM but my friends told me I was good enough. One heartbreak after the other I lost faith in myself but they never did, I remember my friends telling me to keep up the spirits, to believe in myself. I also remember saying &amp;quot;i wish i had that belief in myself&amp;quot;. I never had it but today I do.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;After a roller coaster year that was 2009, I felt I was done. A bad XAT exam led credence to the belief that even 2010 was going to be similar but then 10 Jan 2010, FMS happened. I knew I had an interview call for sure, my friends told me again that I can do it and this time, with some self doubt, I believed them. Then came the CAT results and came the calls from the coveted IIM C, L and K. I knew the game was on. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Interviews and GDs took place, some were good some were not so good but eventually I triumphed. I want to thank my friends for telling me it was possible. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to thank Shikha for telling me I was good enough, for abusing me for not studying and for shouting on me when I got sad.&lt;br&gt; Sidharth for telling me I was worth an IIM seat and guiding me through out. Sanchit for being the bestest Bro all this while and sharing every news with me and listening to me when i was drunk. &lt;br&gt;Debo for helping me with quant and Varora for driving the car when i mugged up those vocabulary cards. Chinni and Suu for listening to my bullshit when I was down and telling me to do well. Amit for being the bro that he is and lastly God for giving me such wonderful friends.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I love you all folks and I will never forget the support and good wishes. Thanks for being there.&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Regards&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Varun Sood&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/4758770137269641527-3728367135222971251?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/3728367135222971251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=3728367135222971251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3728367135222971251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3728367135222971251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2010/04/tale-of-love-loss-and-hope.html' title='A tale of Love, Loss and Hope...'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-4736895840113449315</id><published>2010-03-09T13:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-09T13:32:48.287+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time of your life!!!!</title><content type='html'>March of 2010 has been a dream month so far and this month will always be a dream month because I never expected this month to be this way!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too much ho gya ji&lt;/i&gt; ;)&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-4736895840113449315?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/4736895840113449315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=4736895840113449315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/4736895840113449315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/4736895840113449315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-of-your-life.html' title='Time of your life!!!!'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-183197788930565090</id><published>2009-08-13T14:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:07:30.085+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things I hate part 3</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: I am all for equality,though the post might show otherwise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you seen a girl react when a guy is sitting on the Ladies&amp;#39; seat in a bus or a metro? We all hate that guy, the seat belongs to the Ladies, so he should just &lt;i&gt;leave it&lt;/i&gt; or better still &lt;i&gt;not take it in the first place&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br&gt;  The guy is a jerk, understood but that could not possibly push me enough to write a blog entry. Then?? Well the reason is A girl,mind you she is not A lady. She enters the bus/metro and asks the guy to get up and that too with a certain tone of authority.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;I think to myself, &lt;i&gt;ye sahi hai... Waise equality chahiye, &lt;/i&gt;girls went to the moon, they can fly a plane, fight a war yayyyyyy.. Wtf you asking the seat for.It is not like you have some disability.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here let me explain one thing. Personally I do not sit on the Ladies&amp;#39; seat in the first place, secondly I give the seat to someone needy when I feel like, even if it bears no SIGN or anything, So when I crib about this, I am entitled to. Besides I do not mind seats being reserved for the elderly and ladies but they are reserved for ladies not girls, there is an essential difference between the two. I am sure no girl would like to be called a lady, &amp;#39;&lt;i&gt;that sounds so old&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#39;. This behavior from a girl makes me wonder who is a bigger jerk.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;If the guy was smart enough he would have got up on seeing a girl and left the seat in the first place but he chose not too(jerk..) and the girl starts yelling at him(JERK...). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This behavior from that girl, trying to show her authority brings us to my 2nd point. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Ever been to a bank or some government office where u have to deal with a clerk or an accountant or anyone who is not at a very high post? I have been there and I feel they discriminate against young people who look educated. (this one is sure to raise a few eye brows but I gotta say what I gotta say). Sometimes I feel illiterates get by easily in such scenarios, like they would point out to me whether the account number is 23**** or Z3****?Ask me to Write properly and what not, I feel like asking &amp;#39;&lt;i&gt;sir do you even have account numbers starting with alphabets?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;#39; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Anyway this is a common occurrence, its our nature to degrade others and show our powers as and when We get the chance.. On the whole I think the purpose of this post was to bring forth the human nature that enjoys subversion. ;) &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Regards&lt;br&gt; -- &lt;br&gt;Varun Sood&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/4758770137269641527-183197788930565090?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/183197788930565090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=183197788930565090&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/183197788930565090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/183197788930565090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-hate-part-3.html' title='Things I hate part 3'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-5114538745565970579</id><published>2009-08-13T03:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-13T03:11:13.128+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Apologies Mr. Hitler..</title><content type='html'>I hate to leave a book midway. Although I am not an avid reader, part of it has to do with me being a reader who does not let go off the book unless it is finished. I hate to be addicted to anything. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway the post is not about that, it has more to do with the fact that I have decided to give up reading Mein Kampf midway Here are a few reasons why I decided to do this.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;The book is just beyond me because it could not generate the enthusiasm that my past readings have. Perhaps I am not at that level of intelligence where this book seems interesting or perhaps I just feel that his words were not as important as his actions were.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;In the beginning,when he reminisces his childhood and how he became the person he was, he sounded interesting but later on when he started with his expansion plans for Germany I just got bored. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;He takes too long to explain a point because his style of argument is different, rather than explaining why he is right, he mostly explains why the others are wrong. This starts to get on your nerves after a while because in your heart you know he was just as wrong(or more wrong). &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Besides some(&lt;i&gt;all???&lt;/i&gt;) of his reasoning had paranoia written all over it. He had that persistent fear that everyone was out to fight against and destroy Germany. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So anyway it was fun reading what I read in &lt;i&gt;Mein Kampf&lt;/i&gt;. Unfortunately This will be one book I would never finish.. Seeing the first world war through his eyes was good but Mr. Hitler I have to say I am sorry, I was terribly bored by your book.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Next up will be some book on history of World War-II. I bet that will be interesting. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;Cheers!!&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Varun Sood&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/4758770137269641527-5114538745565970579?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/5114538745565970579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=5114538745565970579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/5114538745565970579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/5114538745565970579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/08/apologies-mr-hitler.html' title='Apologies Mr. Hitler..'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-3935997216016270524</id><published>2009-08-06T02:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T02:50:32.134+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The world is not that bad after all..</title><content type='html'>Every time you switch on the TV these days you get to see stories of horrendous crimes,abductions by friends,murders for money and what not. All this makes you think that the world is full of bad people, this sends out a message that people around us should be looked at with a suspecting eye. Well you just can not trust anyone it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had,probably, started feeling much the same. Although I feel that people are basically good and bad deeds are, for the most part, circumstantial. but then owing to the lack of proof I had started giving in to the usual crap that was being on shown on TV.&lt;br /&gt;This much needed proof I got tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was coming back from office. I knew there was not a lot of petrol in my bike but I did not care to get it filled tonight, reason you ask? well there were 2. first was my laziness,second was the fact that I was not driving in reserve(at least that is what i was thinking). &lt;br /&gt;Anyway so I had crossed dhaula kuan and was on the inner ring road, coming towards Rajouri Garden. Suddenly the bike stopped moving. This is where it all began. I got down, parked it on the side, wondering what to do. Call someone? Ask for help??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did and within a minute a bike stopped nearby. The guy asked me what the problem was. He then offered to push the bike in the desi style(with one leg on my bike's silencer). Sadly he could not, owing to the fact that his bike was 125cc. So i told him, it was OK, he should leave and I would manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy left. Moments later a North Eastern couple stopped and asked me the same thing, although they could not help either, it felt good that people were stopping to OFFER help(The chick was hot by the way). While I was talking to these two, the guy who had earlier left, came back and told me that he felt it was wrong to leave someone in trouble, he offered me some petrol from his bike and I gladly took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this would solve the purpose. But heavens had a different plan, the bike would not start. It turned out that the petrol was too less. The guy had left by then, so had that couple and I was stranded in the middle of nowhere. After that another bike stopped, he had an awesome Royal Enfield or I guess a ThunderBird. That guy was genuinely amazing, He pushed my bike for almost 7-8KMs. We reached Rajouri and from there we found a petrol pump that was still open. All this in a span of one hour. I would call this an hour of enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering if I would have helped someone in the same way as I was helped today. I am not sure, may be, may be not. But Would I do it now?YES. If the opportunity comes,I definitely would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be we are too inclined to see the bad thing, may be with all the bad stuff prevailing around us good is just a bit hard to find. But I closely watched it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believed there is a basic goodness in all of us. I believe there is, now more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Varun Sood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-3935997216016270524?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/3935997216016270524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=3935997216016270524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3935997216016270524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3935997216016270524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-is-not-that-bad-after-all.html' title='The world is not that bad after all..'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-997711434532670081</id><published>2009-07-06T00:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:06:57.873+05:30</updated><title type='text'>.....the storm within</title><content type='html'>.....then he opened the door, he walked through it and saw he could reach for what he had desired for so long. Sweat dripped down his face, he was exhausted but his eyes sparkled with hope, &lt;i&gt;is it a dream?? does not feel like it. Is this what I had been waiting for?? Seems like it..&lt;/i&gt; And then he touched it.... The moment had arrived, he felt it and suddenly it was gone. &lt;i&gt;How could it be?? how could it be gone?? It was right here.. it was in my hands, I felt it, I swear I did.&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Suddenly he realized that &lt;i&gt;IT&lt;/i&gt; was right there in his hands, &lt;i&gt;oh What just happened? it is right here in my hands, why did I feel it disappeared? Why don&amp;#39;t I feel happy? Why it does not feel special?? Is it not what I always wanted, why am I not happy now that it is here??&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;....still unanswered..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Varun Sood&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/4758770137269641527-997711434532670081?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/997711434532670081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=997711434532670081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/997711434532670081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/997711434532670081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/07/storm-within.html' title='.....the storm within'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-5903102372291362817</id><published>2009-05-16T17:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T00:14:40.647+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Went wrong for BJP?</title><content type='html'>So the election results are out and UPA has a good majority. It is clear that the next government will be led by the Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is What went wrong with the BJP's policy? In any democracy the government and opposition are both important, sadly in our country the opposition BJP is not up to the standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this election result does not necessarily imply a win for the UPA's policy but speaks more prominently of the NDA's failure as an opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would attribute this loss of BJP to the following factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Politicising the issue of Terrorism:&lt;br /&gt;I remember receiving smss from BJP campaigners on the eve of election , saying that if we chose Congress safety will be a major concern and The government is weak and all. I agree that the terrorist attacks take place and terrorism is a reality in our nation but we have suffered attacks under both UPA and NDA. So this sensitive issue should not have been picked up to malign the UPA. The approach they took was totally unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Varun Gandhi and What followed.&lt;br /&gt;BJP were asked bu the Election Commision to not to nominate Varun Gandhi from Pilibhit, their reply was "Do not tell us what to do"(it was something euphemistic but the crux is the same). BJP could have distanced itself from Varun and sacrificed the Pilibhit seat but they chose to stick with him. This was a very crucial mistake. At a time when the country was talking of Unity post 26/11 Mumbai attacks his comments could have been anything but helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Budhiya and the Gudhiya..&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the biggest political joke that sprang up during the campaign. Modi was seen as a no non-sense person but this one took a lot of his creibility away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Populist promises and No details&lt;br /&gt;Although all the parties did this, BJP ended up biting the dust. Congress promised rice at 3Rs. per kg and BJP said we will give it at 2. They also said we will make upto 3Lac income non taxable. This might appeal to a voter who is uneducated but when you understand the dynamics of the economy, you just know that these measures are not feasible. Had they cared about teling people how they will actually implement all these things, it would have worked but they did not. People can see right through the promises .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. BJP has to let go of the Hindutva Blah..&lt;br /&gt;This point needs to elaboration. They just gotta let go of this. Who cares if there is a Ram Mandir in Ayodhya. People have bigger things to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I would like to point to something I read recently.&lt;br /&gt;LK Advani was asked what was his biggest achievement and which was the saddest day in his career.&lt;br /&gt;The answer was: saddest day was when Babri Masjid was demolished and biggest achievement was that he was a Kar Sewak(the people who went to Ayodhya to demolish the Masjid I guess). This pretty much sums up the sad state of our opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless my country, I am just glad that we will have a stable goverment for next 5 years, in the present scenario re-elections is the last thing our country needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Advani's comments were pretty similar to what I wrote, I can not find the exact words now, will edit if and when I see the same,&lt;br /&gt;PPS: UPA has done a lot for the country, no doubt there but I believe more could have been done in 5 years, that is why I attribute their win to BJP's failure as an opposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Varun Sood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-5903102372291362817?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/5903102372291362817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=5903102372291362817&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/5903102372291362817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/5903102372291362817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-went-wrong-for-bjp.html' title='What Went wrong for BJP?'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-8236134204328430328</id><published>2009-05-08T23:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:28:32.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And the legacy continues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/2009/05/06/stories/2009050656780100.htm" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/2009/05/06/stories/2009050656780100.htm" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; piece of news today and I was shocked. Firstly because I am in the IT industry but more importantly because it exposed the special and in a manner devious side of the US Foreign Policy. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;Mr. Obama is right when he says he wants to jump-start the economy, to create jobs but I,and i am sure many others, thought that he was smart enough to avoid being a protectionist.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While reading I found that during the Great depression of 1930 the &lt;font size=""&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Smoot- Hawley Tariff Act was imposed. As per this act the duty on imports by USA was increased, so that people would consume more Made-In-US stuff and hence the economy would recover. That was not to be, because Economy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; of one nation is intricately related to others&amp;#39;. This fact was ignored and hence the crises had deepened. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;I am not qualified (yet ;) ) to comment on what will be the repercussions. If, how and when they will eventually affect us but I am sure of one thing, If you go through history and read about USA you would not find any other country which has a consistent record of foreign policies that have been outrightly selfish. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;From the bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki to invasion of Iran, they have not changed and they sure do not learn from past mistakes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mr. Obama has made a lot of right noises in his initial days, extending a hand to Iran, Cuba and Russia but bottomline remains the same, US&amp;#39;s foreign policies have been and will remain selfish. It is obvious I know but would it not be nice if they atleast were sensible enough to disguise it. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Varun Sood&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/4758770137269641527-8236134204328430328?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/8236134204328430328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=8236134204328430328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8236134204328430328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8236134204328430328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-legacy-continues.html' title='And the legacy continues...'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-7148086431087916848</id><published>2009-05-01T00:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:41:41.742+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who would you rather be?</title><content type='html'>The question is straight forward. The answer, it seems, is not. You can be the victim or you can be the culprit. You can have the advantage of being strong or you can have the sympathy of those around you. You can come out as a strong tough guy or the sissy that cried. So who would you want be?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;There are thorns with the flowers around you. The thorns have to be removed and eventually the flower will go with it, what would you want to be? The thorn that makes the flower reprehensible or the brutal hand that killed the flower albeit unintentionally, the bitter truth is you can not be the flower, the flower was dead long before you knew it. But what if it&amp;#39;s not? &lt;br&gt; You have to make a choice, The thorn or the Hand?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Varun Sood&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/4758770137269641527-7148086431087916848?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/7148086431087916848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=7148086431087916848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7148086431087916848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7148086431087916848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-would-you-rather-be.html' title='Who would you rather be?'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-3181838796983541428</id><published>2009-04-23T18:40:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:56:59.871+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Recession: The funny side</title><content type='html'>The deep gloom that there is in the market is obtrusive, the ramifications of what the dumb (or greedy) Americans did have hurt the whole world pretty badly. But like in many stories(all stories??) there is a funny side to this as well. These are a few gems I have found in the Economic Times in the last few days. Hope you Enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/SfBrAj7Y08I/AAAAAAAAAGI/SUODIrl39-s/s1600-h/perormanceTakeover.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/SfBrAj7Y08I/AAAAAAAAAGI/SUODIrl39-s/s400/perormanceTakeover.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327876016567800770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How I wish I had a company I could sell :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/SfBp7CvY-yI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Nhvydq8WRR4/s1600-h/stillgotjob.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/SfBp7CvY-yI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Nhvydq8WRR4/s400/stillgotjob.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327874822248135458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this will happen with a lot of us at time of appraisals and Bonuses. (Now it does not seem so funny :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/SfBpVScUEWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zIW3Tb0fWnI/s1600-h/jobsatisfaction.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px auto; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/SfBpVScUEWI/AAAAAAAAAF4/zIW3Tb0fWnI/s400/jobsatisfaction.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327874173628060002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best one of the lot. So true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Varun Sood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-3181838796983541428?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/3181838796983541428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=3181838796983541428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3181838796983541428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3181838796983541428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/recession-funny-side.html' title='Recession: The funny side'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/SfBrAj7Y08I/AAAAAAAAAGI/SUODIrl39-s/s72-c/perormanceTakeover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-1301068145481444101</id><published>2009-04-16T20:06:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:11:06.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blog and It's layout..</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been experimenting a lot with my blog's layout. Have tried different themes, from the Lonely Grey to Dark Knight. After all the trouble I have been through, I decide to settle for this Simple one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides I like the image that I have put at the top. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-1301068145481444101?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/1301068145481444101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=1301068145481444101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/1301068145481444101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/1301068145481444101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-and-its-layout.html' title='Blog and It&apos;s layout..'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-6811094483360638412</id><published>2009-04-15T22:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-15T22:07:21.117+05:30</updated><title type='text'>He got my back..</title><content type='html'>I believe in God, I don&amp;#39;t know him personally but I like to think that there is someone looking after me. So if HE is there, HE would know what to do,  I can&amp;#39;t bribe HIM by going to temple and asking HIM for his benevolence, if HE has planned otherwise.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s about &lt;i&gt;karma&lt;/i&gt; at the end, that is what I always thought. I don&amp;#39;t think God is that &lt;i&gt;tyrant&lt;/i&gt; who forces one to worship him, I guess he would not mind if we go around doing our work rightly and being &lt;i&gt;good people&lt;/i&gt; in the long run.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;So what determines whether We have been good or bad in the long run. Helping the poor? The needy? Donating to the NGOs? Or just being ourselves?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t give money to beggars. Two reasons for that. &lt;br&gt;One, they are abusive when you don&amp;#39;t give them something, when you go out with a girl(any girl) they are after your life. &lt;br&gt; Two, most of them are physically fit, I can&amp;#39;t see why I should give them MY money.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t give money to the needy, for I can&amp;#39;t really tell who really is a needy person. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I helped a guy once, He told me that his wallet was stolen and he needed 10rs to reach home. I gave him those 10bucks but I found him there again the next day, doing the same thing, conning people. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;NGOs? I don&amp;#39;t have an issue with giving money for a good cause, I have donated when I felt I should but it was not a bribe to God. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess I will choose to be myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The question is if I am not able to tell good from stupid(not necessarily bad), how do i decide which &lt;i&gt;karma &lt;/i&gt;would please God and Should I really be thinking about pleasing him? After all he is God not a tyrant.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I have felt it pretty often, going to a religious place makes me feel good but I can&amp;#39;t do it everyday. The pleasure is in doing it once in a while, I am not an atheist, i am not  agnostic, I am just that guy who believes in &lt;i&gt;HIS GOD&lt;/i&gt; and knows that &lt;i&gt;HIS GOD&lt;/i&gt; is not a tyrant. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I have not found God, nor do I want to, to be honest I don&amp;#39;t want to try because I don&amp;#39;t want to fail in that search, &lt;i&gt;I just want to believe he is there&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt; Somewhere&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Varun Sood&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/4758770137269641527-6811094483360638412?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/6811094483360638412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=6811094483360638412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6811094483360638412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6811094483360638412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-got-my-back.html' title='He got my back..'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-9019946879009932322</id><published>2009-04-15T13:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:06:35.932+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The love for the Underdog...</title><content type='html'>Underdog: &lt;br&gt;Dictionary meaning : One at a disadvantage and expected to lose.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have always been the one who has supported the underdog, in a game of Cricket or Football or anything. I believe it dwells from the fact that I, at a lot of points in my life, have been one. It&amp;#39;s not just me, I had a discussion with a few friends and they had the same opinion, I guess it is because of one simple reason.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;We have all been underdogs.Somewhere in our heart we still are and we will always remain that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So cheers to the underdog, for you may not always win but when you do the triumph seems my own.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Varun Sood&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/4758770137269641527-9019946879009932322?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/9019946879009932322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=9019946879009932322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/9019946879009932322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/9019946879009932322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-for-underdog.html' title='The love for the Underdog...'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-8642150812214053219</id><published>2009-04-14T16:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:04:18.749+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news related'/><title type='text'>Who is to blame??</title><content type='html'>Once, when I was young, I was playing cricket in my locality with my friends, we were pretty decent, did not make a lot of noise but an old lady came out of her house and demanded that we stop playing there, we asked why?? The reason that she gave was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picchli baar bachcho ne ye khidki ka sheesha tod diya tha&lt;/span&gt;"(last time the kids broke this window's glass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were young and could not disagree. So had to stop playing. We all hated that old lady. It was not I or any of my friends who broke that glass but we could not play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was always confused as to who is to blame for this. The same question came up today when I read this news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakistani Students in UK have been held on charges of terrorism. The UK intelligence may be wrong. I don't want to comment on the "plot and it's veracity",  considering the fact that it has still not been found out whether an attack was actually being planned or not. Although, so far, it seems that it was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three sides to this story. Let's look at them one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK's side or the OLD Lady's side: The old lady did not like any kids playing near her house, then how can we expect UK government to be rational? They have suffered and they are clear about it that they would not let anything like that happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocent Muslim's or The kid's side:&lt;br /&gt;I never broke the glass, why was I asked to stop playing?&lt;br /&gt;Just because the student hailed from a particular community does not make him a terrorist. He went there to study and that is the end to it. He should not be charged for something he did not do. He should not have to bear the consequences of what someone else did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The terrorist's or the culprit's side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The culprit was never caught, old lady did not know who he was, She saw the culprit in every kid. So if this starts to happen, the objective that terrorists had has been achieved.&lt;br /&gt;They have a society that is vulnerable and young Muslims who are tormented and treated unfairly despite being innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trust deficit is obtrusive.&lt;br /&gt;It is,maybe, for this reason that terrorists have no problems in recruiting more and more young Muslims.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the government is right when they held those Muslims, I guess the young Muslims need to understand that it's not the government's fault that it acted in such a manner.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the government should be more sincere in it's approach. They should treat the Muslims as innocents unless proved otherwise. We all know that not all Muslims in the world are terrorists but sadly there is no way to tell who is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-8642150812214053219?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/8642150812214053219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=8642150812214053219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8642150812214053219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8642150812214053219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-is-to-blame.html' title='Who is to blame??'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-3545268143235231375</id><published>2009-04-13T23:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:06:07.842+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things I hate part 2</title><content type='html'>I could have edited the last post but that seemed too cumbersome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate it when someone uses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gal&lt;/span&gt; in place of  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;. It is so annoying.  I don't even feel like saying it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who do not eat a mint after smoking. Mind you i have no issues with smokers, or smoking for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more definitely, it is not over yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-3545268143235231375?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/3545268143235231375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=3545268143235231375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3545268143235231375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3545268143235231375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-hate-part-2.html' title='Things I hate part 2'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-8450891808542352146</id><published>2009-04-12T19:46:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:46:11.069+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Polictics: That funny BIG thing...</title><content type='html'>I have to comment on this. There are so many times when the news is useless but I would say that this is not one of those times. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;SP in it&amp;#39;s manifesto has come out with a list of things it would do if voted to power. A few of them are to ban computers, abolish trading(particularly forwards) in markets, stop use of English and take steps against the mechanization of farms to increase employment. I may have gone a bit overboard with it but &lt;i&gt;hey, it&amp;#39;s election season. It&amp;#39;s time for exaggeration.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Before you read the article further, I would suggest you read this &lt;a href="http://epaper.timesofindia.com/Default/Scripting/ArticleWin.asp?From=Archive&amp;amp;Source=Page&amp;amp;Skin=TOINEW&amp;amp;BaseHref=CAP/2009/04/12&amp;amp;PageLabel=1&amp;amp;EntityId=Ar00100&amp;amp;ViewMode=HTML&amp;amp;GZ=T"&gt;SP&amp;#39;s Manifesto&lt;/a&gt;. This appeared in The Sunday Times dated 12 Apr 09.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;After you have laughed your a** off, wiped the tears rolling out of your eyes, taken a deep breath  and are back to your senses I think it&amp;#39;s time we looked at it seriously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t think I have come across a more absurd manifesto in this year&amp;#39;s election. What is the SP planning to do? Being populist is one thing, it&amp;#39;s not good for the country but it is a unavoidable evil (more on this in some future post maybe), but openly saying that we want to drag the country back by 50 years is plain stupid.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;A lot has been said about it so far. The SP has taken a lot of it back. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BJP has said it&amp;#39;s a document for appeasement of minorities. Tough words, as always, from a party that will remove minorities completely if it could.  Congress said SP&amp;#39;s manifesto should be rejected. As always, a &lt;i&gt;dheela&lt;/i&gt; response and an obvious one, DUHH.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Whatever be the case, SP has scored a own goal this time. Considering the fact that majority of voters are below 35 years of age this manifesto will have it&amp;#39;s consequences.Let&amp;#39;s wait and watch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Varun Sood&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/4758770137269641527-8450891808542352146?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/8450891808542352146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=8450891808542352146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8450891808542352146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8450891808542352146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/polictics-that-funny-big-thing.html' title='Polictics: That funny BIG thing...'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-4215289452627737839</id><published>2009-04-09T18:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:19:42.741+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things I have realised about myself..</title><content type='html'>I had said in a previous post, I would soon come out with things i have realised about myself, after a lot of pondering i have been able to come up with a short list. All things I have said here are true to the best of my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 years and 23 things... I guess it is a good score ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't hate people who have pets, i just hate their pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I can't stand chicks who kiss dogs(the actual ones, figurative ones are none of my business, I KNOW) and go all mushy mushy with them.. eewww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am not a fan of the air conditioners. I don't mind their presence but I prefer the old coolers, yeah THE NOISY ONES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am opinionated, about EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't procrastinate without feeling guilty.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Although mostly I hate being alone, I do need some space for myself. Without that i will choke and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I remember lyrics of old and semi-old songs. Soothing, cheap, slutty, romantic, duets, solos bring 'em on, I remember A LOT of them.(mind you not ALL but, yeah, A LOT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I can sing. I may not be a pro but I am not bad at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I think I can not get addicted to anything, oh yeah I THINK SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I like comedy series, in fact I love them. Comedy movies suck and so do comedy serials in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I like to know new people and then be judgmental about them. refer point 5 for further details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I love the places i have been associated with, my school, my college, my city(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saddi dilli&lt;/span&gt;), my country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I love going to Connaught Place,it's probably the best place in Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I can eat a lot. And by a lot I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A LOTTTTTTTTTT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I am moody, very moody. Did i say VERY? let me correct myself. I am VERY VERY moody. Although lately mood has fluctuated between sad and happy, I have not been angry for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I can't let go of people easily. I have to stay in touch with them even if I fight and hurt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I don't mind saying sorry, it's just that mostly I can't see where I am wrong. Although when I do, I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Although I know nothing about fashion(Seriously I don't) I hate those shiny, dual coloured, or wrinkled, low waste jeans that guys wear with those big chains attached to their wallets. I would not wear them even if I were being paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I am religious but I am dead against religious fanatics. Also i hate people who are loud with their prayers including Kirtans, Jagrans etc.(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry God but you know I feel that way&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I am bad with names and even worse with birthdays,anniversaries etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I am good at guessing the song from it's starting music, Although I can't guess it when under pressure ;) [Don't try to challenge me :D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I am emotional and I cry.(OK THIS WAS THE HARDEST ONE to admit) but I am definitely not weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more when I think about it, but lets just say this much is enough for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-4215289452627737839?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/4215289452627737839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=4215289452627737839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/4215289452627737839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/4215289452627737839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-have-realised-about-myself.html' title='Things I have realised about myself..'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-6704406677055933967</id><published>2009-04-09T17:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:06:36.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A picture is worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/Sd3dg0kz-sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jYQVkoQhB4Q/s1600-h/indo-pak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/Sd3dg0kz-sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jYQVkoQhB4Q/s400/indo-pak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322653890560391874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image appeared in the Times Of India around 3 weeks back, Since than I have liked it and no doubt it has been a favourite of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i see this pic I am reminded of the old saying "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;A picture is worth a thousand words&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-6704406677055933967?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/6704406677055933967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=6704406677055933967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6704406677055933967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6704406677055933967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A picture is worth a thousand words'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/Sd3dg0kz-sI/AAAAAAAAAEk/jYQVkoQhB4Q/s72-c/indo-pak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-8968981240227549355</id><published>2009-04-07T17:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:16:18.222+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dereliction of duty is worse than commiting a crime</title><content type='html'>I am proud to be an Indian. After all, it is the country of my birth and has given me everything I have. That is why it hurts me when I see where it is headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not even born when the communal riots of 1984 took place. I have heard about them, have read about them and, i guess, i have come to understand what happened. What prompted me to write this post today is an article I read in The Hindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The author raises a very good point when he says that Mr. Tytler, as per the CBI, may be innocent but is this enough? The point as he says is that, How many lives did he save.? He was an office bearer, a minister of the ruling party, a person of authority and he could have stopped those people from going after the Sikhs. He was a leader and he was under a moral obligation to prevent such a thing from happening. His dereliction has proved that he is not a worthy leader. This is where I get the feeling that my country is headed in the wrong direction. Congress decided it will give a ticket to him even before the insignificant clean chit was given. Is there no morality left in the leaders of ours??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the Congress side of things, BJP is no good when it comes to this. First they raised the Ram Mandir issue when they started their poll campaign. then they defended Mr Varun Gandhi when he talked about cutting the hands of muslims. I would ask the BJP to get real and understand that this is 21st century.&lt;br /&gt;I am a Hindu myself but i don't see the point in making a Ram Mandir in Ayodhaya, frankly, i don't care. It is immaterial that there is a mandir or not, country's security and prosperity are the only two things that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The complete article can be read&lt;a href="http://www.hindu.com/2009/04/07/stories/2009040755910800.htm."&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I am not a congress supporter, nor am I a BJP supporter. I do not condemn them completely nor do I believe everything they did is right. I just believe that I want my country to prosper and I care for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I strongly believe that the incident where Mr Jarnail Singh(a sikh reporter) hurled his shoe at Mr Chidambaram during a press conference is a shameful act and should not have taken place. His anger was understandable but his action was definitely not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-8968981240227549355?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/8968981240227549355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=8968981240227549355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8968981240227549355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8968981240227549355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/dereliction-of-duty-is-worse-than.html' title='Dereliction of duty is worse than commiting a crime'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-368322360826615494</id><published>2009-04-06T11:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:35:17.344+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things I can't Stand..</title><content type='html'>It bugs me a lot when people use bad English. Before you start judging me and analyzing my English, I would like to admit that I am neither a genius nor a master of the language. So yes I err too, well, it is human after all. Having said that, I must also admit that sometimes the things people write/say are just plain annoying and they find it "Cool". This "Cool" factor just adds to the annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am trying to make a list of things people say or do that are just plain SAD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Using KNOE as a replacement for KNOW and MAH as replacement for MY. For those who are doing it, guys.. SERIOUSLY?? It is NOT cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Using YO. I mean&lt;i&gt; yes, ya, yeah&lt;/i&gt; are all OK but YO is just not wanted. Not Cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Using the 2nd form of verb with DID as in &lt;i&gt;I did not worked.&lt;/i&gt; Again I am emphasizing that I am not good at grammar but this particular mistake is just too irksome. I have corrected people on this many times and YES THEY HATE ME FOR THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Then there are those people who use @ for a, $ for S and # for H. It's so annoying. And they use it to name themselves on orkut and yeah that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is it for now, there are more that I can't recall but it does give you an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;~v.s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-368322360826615494?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/368322360826615494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=368322360826615494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/368322360826615494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/368322360826615494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-i-cant-stand.html' title='Things I can&apos;t Stand..'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-1562830213201696366</id><published>2009-04-02T23:01:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:16:32.897+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-related'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophical'/><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel that it's impossible to cheer me up when I am down, I know it's weird and frustrating for my friends.. I apologize to them for this because they all,at some point or other, have had this awful experience with me when they did something nice and I just ruthlessly disparaged their efforts..&lt;br /&gt;I am sure, there are a lot of people like me, at least I hope there are, who can't be cheered up if they are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just nothing seems to work at that time and it gets all the more confusing when I ask myself "WHY AM I PISSED OFF?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these phases,I like to believe, are really few..Most of the time I am happy and cheerful(refer to my post on HUMOR in case you disagree) but then, as a friend of mine puts it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you gotta worry, you gotta worry&lt;/span&gt;, just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a great idea, i would soon post a blog on things I have realized about myself.. I think we should all do this. Hope I compile a long list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;~v.s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-1562830213201696366?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/1562830213201696366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=1562830213201696366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/1562830213201696366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/1562830213201696366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-4128062666082107367</id><published>2009-04-02T12:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:14:34.248+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What's this feeling..</title><content type='html'>It&amp;#39;s scary.. then there is some anxiety, then there is a little hope and lastly there is the feeling that my heart is sinking(this i guess is the combined effect of the first 3)&lt;br&gt;If I analyze the situation, i guess it is &lt;b&gt;OK&lt;/b&gt; to be scared, anxious or hopeful. Although the combination of these 3 is really taking its toll. &lt;br&gt; I have not been able to study for a week now. I guess I need something good to happen in my life very soon, this &amp;#39;disinclination towards life in general&amp;#39; just sucks. &lt;br&gt;this is the song that comes to my mind when i try to figure out the meaning of this feeling&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;जाने क्या ढूंढता है ये मेरा दिल.. तुझको क्या चाहिए ज़िन्दगी.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Varun Sood&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/4758770137269641527-4128062666082107367?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/4128062666082107367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=4128062666082107367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/4128062666082107367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/4128062666082107367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-this-feeling.html' title='What&apos;s this feeling..'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-8728038780410268893</id><published>2009-04-01T22:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:15:01.749+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I think</title><content type='html'>I think humor is more important than anything else.. Actually Most of the time it is...So if at times one has to make(or create or crack) a joke by putting himself in the line of fire, I believe its worth it..Although there is always a line which should not be crossed but sometimes it is just worth it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;~v.s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-8728038780410268893?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/8728038780410268893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=8728038780410268893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8728038780410268893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8728038780410268893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think.html' title='I think'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-2084712602152836219</id><published>2009-04-01T18:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:33:51.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Here is a thought..</title><content type='html'>have you ever felt uninvited? I am sure you have(if you have not &amp;quot;STOP lying to yourself&amp;quot;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now if you&amp;#39;re thinking someone did not invite me somewhere and I am pissed, that is not the case. &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Thought&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s not like I want to go but it feels good to know that I am invited&amp;quot;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;This thought has been there for sometime now in my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s like I don&amp;#39;t want to play the game, I don&amp;#39;t even know how to play it but, well, would it not be nice if i were asked to join in. Just as an assurance that, if i wanted to, I could play the game.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Think about it. It makes a lot of sense. &lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;~v.s.&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/4758770137269641527-2084712602152836219?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/2084712602152836219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=2084712602152836219&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/2084712602152836219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/2084712602152836219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/here-is-thought.html' title='Here is a thought..'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-7403821070520534032</id><published>2009-04-01T02:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:25:01.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ulysses.. Its a beauty in itself...</title><content type='html'>I know 2 posts in quick succession is a very bad thing but you have to forgive me this time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have to write about this. there is just no way I can let it go. I heard these words around 2 months back, they made sense to me. I felt i could relate to them and so i decided to digg it up a bit..&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come, my friends,&lt;br&gt; &amp;#39;Tis not too late to seek a newer world.&lt;br&gt; Push off, and sitting well in order smite&lt;br&gt; The sounding furrows; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;for my purpose holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; To sail beyond the sunset,&lt;/span&gt; and the baths&lt;br&gt; Of all the western stars, until I die.&lt;br&gt; It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:&lt;br&gt; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,&lt;br&gt; And see the great Achilles, whom we knew&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;p class="poetry"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Tho&amp;#39; much is taken, much abides; and though&lt;br&gt; We are not now that strength which in old days&lt;br&gt; Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;&lt;br&gt; One equal temper of heroic hearts,&lt;br&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="poetry"&gt;I never liked poetry but these words made me read an entire poem, that too written in the 19th Century. In 1833 to be precise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="poetry"&gt; The poem &lt;i&gt;Ulysses&lt;/i&gt; is a narration, by the protagonist, of how when he returns to his kingdom after fighting the war, he is uninterested in ruling the country. The protagonist Ulysses finds himself trapped in the usual domestic life and says he wants to break free. He is not content with that life and he asks for more freedom, freedom from the burden of  his kingdom and family. In the above lines he calls upon his friends too accompany him in a journey to the distant world where so much is yet to be seen.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="poetry"&gt;At so many levels did the poem move me, He is a king and has returned from a war and yet he is not content, he challenges the fact that he is old and says he wants to get out there and live his dreams. It is so inspiring.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="poetry"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="poetry"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.victorianweb.org/authors/tennyson/ulyssestext.html"&gt;Ulysses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; : here is a link to the complete poem for those who are interested. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;~v.s.&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/4758770137269641527-7403821070520534032?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/7403821070520534032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=7403821070520534032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7403821070520534032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7403821070520534032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/04/ulysses-its-beauty-in-itself.html' title='Ulysses.. Its a beauty in itself...'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-3306663899797122053</id><published>2009-03-31T23:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:40:06.509+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I ask myself WHY?</title><content type='html'>To be accurate it has been 1 year, 2 months and 1 day since i wrote the last entry in my blog, the counter shows the number of visitors which has gone up from 1100(i guess) to 1846 today. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Where I have been is, I am sure, unimportant; whats important is that why I am back? What happened today that I felt like writing, It&amp;#39;s not like I have not been moved by things around me in this one year. A lot has changed but then I am not here to give you an account of what has. I am sure you already know. Today i felt closer to myself then I have felt in a very long time; the reason, i would want to believe, is the emotional upheaval I am going through. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Whatever be the case I can feel a sense of happiness in being back.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;Varun Sood&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/4758770137269641527-3306663899797122053?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/3306663899797122053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=3306663899797122053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3306663899797122053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3306663899797122053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-ask-myself-why.html' title='I ask myself WHY?'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-8768323129881264107</id><published>2008-01-30T01:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:33:07.084+05:30</updated><title type='text'>calvin and hobbes..yet again</title><content type='html'>I have been reading a lot of these strips lately, So when I come across a brilliant one I post it. More are expected to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here is a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160992487319664098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="101" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/R5-HUrcl9eI/AAAAAAAAACU/fkNijRPfzQY/s320/ch860124.gif" width="453" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If You can't read them well, click on the strip and increase the size, blogger isn't allowing me to increase the size more than this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-8768323129881264107?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/8768323129881264107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=8768323129881264107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8768323129881264107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8768323129881264107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2008/01/calvin-and-hobbesyet-again.html' title='calvin and hobbes..yet again'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/R5-HUrcl9eI/AAAAAAAAACU/fkNijRPfzQY/s72-c/ch860124.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-5603634184165790647</id><published>2008-01-27T23:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:33:07.715+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can't I refuse to inherit the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160212091761980850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="102" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/R5zBjrcl9bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zFK8RQjr_uY/s320/ch870319.gif" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160212229200934338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="102" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/R5zBrrcl9cI/AAAAAAAAACE/pvpXXltRcUk/s320/ch870320.gif" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160212413884528082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="101" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/R5zB2bcl9dI/AAAAAAAAACM/IPemHVZf2Po/s320/ch870321.gif" width="389" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;too late i guess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: if u can't view the clips properly, i m sure it's not my fault.&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/4758770137269641527-5603634184165790647?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/5603634184165790647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=5603634184165790647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/5603634184165790647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/5603634184165790647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-i-refuse-to-inherit-world.html' title='Can&apos;t I refuse to inherit the world'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/R5zBjrcl9bI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zFK8RQjr_uY/s72-c/ch870319.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-1170425768511011211</id><published>2008-01-19T19:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-19T19:16:46.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its a win of INDIA</title><content type='html'>India defeated Australia today in Perth. &lt;br /&gt;Facts:&lt;br /&gt;* Australia had not lost at Perth for 11 years now.&lt;br /&gt;* Australia had never been beaten by an Asian Team at Perth.&lt;br /&gt;* India had lost 2 test matches already.&lt;br /&gt;* Sydney test was a shame in history of cricket.&lt;br /&gt;* Irfan Pathan and Virender Sehwag were playing a test match after a long time.&lt;br /&gt;* Australia had won 16 test matches in a row yet again, which remains a world record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what happened at Perth was a great sight. It was one of those things that makes people come together and hail the spirit of game above everything.&lt;br /&gt;I would not say anything about the test match, cause no words can ever convey to anyone the greatness of this one. As one of my friend usually says after something great happens. &lt;em&gt;Chup raho, kuch mat bolo&lt;/em&gt; (stay quiet, just don't say anything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something i want to say, its not related to the test match at Perth. Its related to the fact that we Indians are emotional people, above every other country. We are the ones who would so anything to prove anything to anyone. Instances from sports are plenty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* India beat Australia in Sharjah, coming from behind we knocked them over.&lt;br /&gt;* India beat australia in Mumbai Twenty20. We are the world champions and we told them why?&lt;br /&gt;* India beat australia at perth after all the mudslinging post melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;* India did against pakistan what they did against it. Beating them at their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it?? is it just emotions or pride?? I leave the post unfinished, cause i feel this is something u can keeep going on about but it'll never end...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-1170425768511011211?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/1170425768511011211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=1170425768511011211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/1170425768511011211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/1170425768511011211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-win-of-india.html' title='its a win of INDIA'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-3959993162972809040</id><published>2008-01-03T00:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-03T00:54:33.620+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Time of Your life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Another turning point;&lt;br /&gt;a fork stuck in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist;&lt;br /&gt;directs you where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test&lt;br /&gt;and don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question&lt;br /&gt;but a lesson learned in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take the photographs&lt;br /&gt;and still frames in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang it on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;In good health and good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos of memories&lt;br /&gt;and dead skin on trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For what it's worth,&lt;br /&gt;it was worth all the while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's something unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its great how small things tend to look beautiful when you're happy... wel yeah I am happy.. :) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what its worth &lt;br /&gt;it was worth all the while.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-3959993162972809040?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/3959993162972809040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=3959993162972809040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Appu Ghar... It is special</title><content type='html'>All right, I know this is a bit childish but what the hell I’m going to write about it. Appu Ghar, we all know about it,but it is a special place and thus deserves this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appu Ghar was probably one of the first amusement parks that many of us went to. At least for me it was the first amusement park I ever visited, I distinctly remember that day. Mom, dad, my elder brother, me, my cousins, aunts and uncles we all went there together. It was like a family picnic actually. I must have been around 6-7 years old at that time.   I still have those pics from those old times with me. You must be wondering what is it that’s making me take a trip down the memory lane. Well lets fast forward it to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there again. The condition is not good anymore but to see those same rides again was a treat to the eyes. What made it special was that I went there with my cousins. Its always good to remember the old times and that’s what I enjoyed most. We have all grown up now (of course) but there are things that keep us together. Amongst those are the memories of our lovely childhood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great feeling really. Although I wish the condition of the place were not as bad as it is these days. Many rides are dysfunctional and old. I really wish that authorities of appu ghar had tried to keep up with the latest trends. I have seen Fun’n’Food village and Adventure Island too. They are good, new rides and everything but there are certain things that are always better. Appu Ghar is one of those. You may choose to disagree but the fact is that there will be many Amusement Parks but Appu Ghar will always have a special place in the heart of every kid who grew up in Delhi and near by regions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is one thing, that if not mentioned would render the article incomplete, the Striking Cars ride at Appu Ghar is Awesome. It brings a smile on your face every time you go on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad that Supreme Court has been allotted the land by the Government that includes area on which the park is built. It might have to go. All good things must come to an end. I for one am not against the move. I guess it’s about time it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to APPU GHAR and all the people who have made it what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-8518426822419249870?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/8518426822419249870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=8518426822419249870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8518426822419249870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8518426822419249870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/12/appu-ghar-it-is-special.html' title='Appu Ghar... It is special'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-7537813155715505577</id><published>2007-12-11T00:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-11T00:53:05.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>This post is an attempt to see how random can I write…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’ll start with the definition of random. Random is anything that is not in a particular order, but if that is random why do we have functions which are random but still we have a formula that defines the function and gives its value at a particular point. Point is that nothing in this world is random but still everything is random. I once heard somewhere that its good to make mistakes, random mistakes, because they give us an opportunity to learn. But I dn’t understand that if we are making a mistake and we know we are making it then it is not a mistake after all cause it is a decision. It is a decision that you took and went wrong. Going by the same thought, I think nothing in the world is random nor is it a mistake. Everything that goes wrong is a bad decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I wrote it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: am not drunk&lt;br /&gt;PPS: I love this PS thingy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-7537813155715505577?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/7537813155715505577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=7537813155715505577&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7537813155715505577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7537813155715505577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-3309834513635275868</id><published>2007-12-03T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:31:49.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I the only one who finds NEWS reports to be crappy???</title><content type='html'>Is really saddening that yet again I m writing a post like this one. But i can no help it, I am sick of this stuff shown on the news channel. I don't want to write loads of stuff here cause the more I write the lesser it would satisfy my urge to break the fuckin heads of these reporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i do not understand is that how is a report about a guy doing all sorts shitty things , like taking a bath and changing his clothes,while he is on his bicycle going to affect my life. Why the hell is that news on TV at the prime time, why cant our news channel who undoubtedly employ the best people (making news out of nothin requires talent afterall) understand that a normal human being would not want to watch that thing on TV when he switches it on(maybe someone would but point is &lt;br /&gt;QUALITY is being compromised).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Conclude i would like to mention a few things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Rajat sharma and his INDIA TV employees (not the techies ofcourse; i m sure they are laughing there asses off at him on his back ;) )should start writing gossip magazines or maybe help Ekta kapoor writing the 10000000000th episode of KYUKI SAAS b watever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The point that they want to convey(if it exists,most often it doesn't)is being lost in the flood of crappy news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In the name of awareness all these news channels are creating news that sells like hot cakes, basically it becomes impossible to distinguish truth from the lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I really would like to stress on this one. rather than sensationalising the news it would be better if they could just tell the stuff that is important and get the hell outta there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really say more.. already sick of these things.. they just piss me off like everytime now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-3309834513635275868?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/3309834513635275868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=3309834513635275868&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3309834513635275868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/3309834513635275868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/12/am-i-only-one-who-finds-news-reports-to.html' title='Am I the only one who finds NEWS reports to be crappy???'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-7489964363352683554</id><published>2007-12-02T01:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-02T01:50:48.554+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Had a blast and it all went great</title><content type='html'>So I had my exams, 7th semester engineering exams. They are always a big deal, it is not about how much you score as long as you score above 40 (passing threshold). Well anyways I managed to survive those 20 days of torture and lived to tell this tale. The Story Of a Night that was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEGEN &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( wait for it) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DERY…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was undoubtedly one of the best nights I spent in my college’s boy’s hostel. It was just awesome. Although it started on a sad note, eating chicken kulchas is never a good idea but I would have to say that those kulchas were the lowest point of that night. After that it just got amazing by the second. &lt;br /&gt;Great food, great company, great energy( making a fire, really was awesome and yelling and screaming and what not), great fun. The night was amazing and really made me feel that if all the exams are going to end on such days, ghosh I would like to have the last exam everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: its a great feeling to be able to be yourself among a group of people. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-7489964363352683554?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/7489964363352683554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=7489964363352683554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7489964363352683554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7489964363352683554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/12/had-blast-and-it-all-went-great.html' title='Had a blast and it all went great'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-8073728751604225655</id><published>2007-11-13T22:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:49:27.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I HATE PETS</title><content type='html'>its official... i hate them... i cant stand them.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are the worst creatures god ever created...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-8073728751604225655?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/8073728751604225655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=8073728751604225655&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8073728751604225655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8073728751604225655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-pets.html' title='I HATE PETS'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-7599180486906349904</id><published>2007-11-03T21:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:43:31.537+05:30</updated><title type='text'>saved a life.. feels great</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write this post yesterday, when it actually happened, but it was destiny i guess. Just like it was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So I was coming home on my bike, at the usual speed of around 70kmph (a few raised eyebrows i can sense) which contrary to the popular belief i am not very proud of. So i was at a reasonable speed and i saw this puppy standing, no troubles it seemed at that point but as i reached close it moved a little, i slowed down and as soon as i thought that it was backing off it just ran to cross the road, i applied tha brakes and when i stopped somehow that puppy was right between the two wheels of my bike, perfectly safe and i took a sigh of relief. I could feel my heart beating hard against my chest, i was just so overwhelmed at the thought that i had saved it. Zillions of thoughts croseed my mind afer that, what if it had died, what if i had injured it and what if i had been hit by some speeding vehicle from behind.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing like that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-7599180486906349904?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/7599180486906349904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=7599180486906349904&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7599180486906349904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7599180486906349904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/11/saved-life-feels-great.html' title='saved a life.. feels great'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-7067716421131135453</id><published>2007-10-28T01:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-28T01:13:42.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>another one</title><content type='html'>While we are still at it, why shall i not give you another classic ad that came a very long time back.. this one is of Dhaara cooking oil, where the kid wants to leave the house but comes back cause &lt;em&gt;mommy ne garma garam jalebi banaayi hai&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTuudwy0o8w&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FTuudwy0o8w&amp;rel=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-7067716421131135453?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/7067716421131135453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=7067716421131135453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7067716421131135453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7067716421131135453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-one.html' title='another one'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-6442283628128967270</id><published>2007-10-28T00:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-28T01:24:12.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>cadbury ad.. one of the sweetest i have seen</title><content type='html'>So i was siting in class, not studying as always, with the teacher rambling away whatever he was teaching and me not listening to it. suddenly a thought crossed my mind and i asked my friend which advertisements does he like the most. A lot of names came up, from MintO fresh to Fevicol to Happydent White but then he remembered something that made me write this post today.&lt;br /&gt;This is how he explained the ad:"yar i don't know if you liked it cause it was a little silly but i loved that Cadbury Ad in which the girl comes dancing on the field"&lt;br /&gt;And i went like "That ad is so awesome", the i searched for it on youtube and seeing it again was such a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is.. have a look :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kya swaad hai...Zindgi me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NolRVtrkrl8&amp;amp;rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkk i am editting the post for just one reason cause a dear friend of mine has filled me up with some special information regarding this Ad.&lt;br /&gt;1. The girl in the ad isn't or maybe wasn't a professional model. &lt;br /&gt;2. 10 takes were taken for this ad and in the end the first shot was finalised.(this one is cool, she couldn't have looked sweeter in any run but the first :D )&lt;br /&gt;3. well my friend told me just 2. But since writing just two points doesn't look good i m writing the 3rd one. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-6442283628128967270?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/6442283628128967270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=6442283628128967270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6442283628128967270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6442283628128967270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-was-siting-in-class-not-studying.html' title='cadbury ad.. one of the sweetest i have seen'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-8966833731679928463</id><published>2007-10-25T22:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:56:33.252+05:30</updated><title type='text'>long time, i think i'm back now</title><content type='html'>this post was long due.. been thinking of writing sumthng for the blog and have like a gazillion ideas too, just couldn't find time.. anyways i'm back and have loads of things that i need to share with you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just good to be back. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-8966833731679928463?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/8966833731679928463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=8966833731679928463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8966833731679928463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/8966833731679928463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/10/long-time-i-think-im-back-now.html' title='long time, i think i&apos;m back now'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-6797093472252896194</id><published>2007-07-16T01:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:33:09.471+05:30</updated><title type='text'>14 Things that are FACING EXTINCTION from Hindi Movies</title><content type='html'>I found this article in a Filmfare magazine and kudos to the writer for collecting together such masterpieces. Though I don’t like to just pick articles and copy paste them here because I know that visitor’s to my blog are well read but Filmfare doesn’t quite feature on the list of books that my readers read(basically my friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article is about 14 defining things of Hindi Cinema that are today not being used anymore which surely were the original taste of our cinema. The &lt;em&gt;MASALA FLICKS &lt;/em&gt;as we called them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Muslim Socials:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more of the typical Lucnowivi Andaaz romance anymore, no more pathans fighting for each other’s blood while there pupils wanted to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Villains:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly the likes of Ajit and Amrish Puri, The BAD MAN Gulshan Grover or Mogambo aren’t here anymore, the Grey is the new black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Pahaadi Romance&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;the last time we saw a flick in which a Gora saab comes to village only to fall in love with a Gaon ki Gori was in 90s in Bol Radha Bol, the new age funda is a lot different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;lullaby and Festival Songs&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Alright leave holi aside, when was the last time we had a good Lori sang to a son by his mother. And waise bhi the Holi songs are unable to match the standards set by &lt;em&gt;RANG BARSE…….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Paayal Ki Jhankaar and Safed Saari Me Bhoot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The Bhoot in movies now are more colorful, a lot scarier(not for me though) and they are not walking in the middle of the road anymore. Wow changes galore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;The Dialogue:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUBARAK HO TUM MAA BAN NE WAALI HO&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 &lt;strong&gt;LOST AND FOUND FORMULA&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;well there is no more &lt;em&gt;Kumbh Ke Mele Me Bichchhde Hue Bhai &lt;/em&gt;stuff to watch, I guess this one is due to advent of technologies. &lt;em&gt;Ghar ghar me mobiles jo hain&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Memorable Dialogue&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;Alright when was the last time a dialogue stuck to the mind and rang in the ears for days. The likes of  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YEH HATH HUMKO DE DE THAKUR&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;50-50 Kos DURR  JAB KOI BACHCHA ROTA HAI&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Ramu Kaka:&lt;/strong&gt;yes this one is there no more either. No Ramu Kakas who took care of our hero since the day he was born. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;The Younger Sister aka Chhutki, Chhoti ya Babli&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Where did sister of the hero go, got married and never bothered what his brother does. Well only god knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;strong&gt; The Good Old DHISHUM DHISHUM &lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;The hero today is flying and using the automatic machine guns, he doesn’t even have to punch anymore and eldomly if he does it’s a realistic sound. HOW BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Now the Grand Finale.&lt;br /&gt;The TOP 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Conversation with God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AAJ KHUSH TO BAHUT HOGE TUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAINE AAJ TAK TUMSE KUCH NHI MAANGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERE PATI K JAAN BACHA LO BHAGWAAN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not anymore, sad but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Young Men Out Of Jobs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hero of the 70s and 80s was usually that B.A. Pass guy walking on street looking like his best friend just died. He had a dad who needed an operation, a mom with a tumor, a sister ripe for marriage and he needed a job. &lt;br /&gt;That face has changed for good now. The hero is rich and really doesn’t have to care for the MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/Rpp7U717qGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PmHxTFO5RMc/s1600-h/28golmaal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/Rpp7U717qGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PmHxTFO5RMc/s320/28golmaal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087514328659896418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;THE HAPLESS MOTHER Coughing away at the Sewing Machine&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;There are no nirupa roy’s and rakhi’s anymore, whose soul concern was to see that there son gets married and the soul purpose was to get kidnapped by villain’s men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/Rpp6ib17qFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KSJiIiKfOiA/s1600-h/Deewar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/Rpp6ib17qFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/KSJiIiKfOiA/s320/Deewar1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087513461076502610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope u enjoyed. Drop in your comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-6797093472252896194?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/6797093472252896194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=6797093472252896194&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6797093472252896194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6797093472252896194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/07/14-things-that-are-facing-extinction.html' title='14 Things that are FACING EXTINCTION from Hindi Movies'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/Rpp7U717qGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PmHxTFO5RMc/s72-c/28golmaal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-2901644896651328293</id><published>2007-06-30T02:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:07:53.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HIMESH</title><content type='html'>The topic that I have chosen this time is not debatable at all, though some still might disagree. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have named the topic in a variety of ways but instead I chose the raw and not so special title HIMESH. Though I had many titles in mind like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIMESH: UNLEASHED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIMESH: THE SINGER, ACTOR, PRODUCER &lt;/strong&gt;(whatever they say, I m sure no one would have produced the movie and its him only) and &lt;strong&gt;DIRECTOR&lt;/strong&gt; (I would like to imagine it this way) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEING HIMESH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SENSATION THAT IS HIMESH &lt;/strong&gt;or maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE IRRITATING SENSATION THAT IS HIMESH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE “CAP” MAN&lt;/strong&gt; (Superman, spiderman, He-Man, Cat-Woman and so CAP-MAN)&lt;br /&gt;or better still &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIMESH: NARCISSISM REDIFINED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I chose the simplest one because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIMESH: BAS NAAM HI KAAFI HAI.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I decided to rip the &lt;strong&gt;BAS NAAM HI KAAFI HAI &lt;/strong&gt;part as it was understood considering that people visiting my blog are intelligent human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you people surely have understood the topic is about the SUPERHIT Composer and Singer Mr. Himesh Reshamiya. Having produced 36 hits in a span of just one year he is surely on top of the world but is it really the numbers that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I would prefer to steer clear from the numbers factor and concentrate more on the extent of obnoxiousness and the fact that he is without doubt the most irritating singer have ever heard.(Well this is when I keep aside the song SAJNA AA VI JA from the movie WAISA BHI HOTA HAI(part2)that one was a killer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that there are people who hate him to the extent unimaginable to the human wit there are people who adore him and I’m of the few lucky people who happen to know a few such people. One of my friends Mr. S (name changed to protect identity) is so desperately waiting to see this movie that he has been planning to watch it ever since Himesh declared he is going to make one. Had it not been for his CAT preparations I’m sure he would’ve gone for the First show today morning. What I wonder the most is that in his opinion Himesh is FUNNY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;i read the review of the Movie in the ToI and boy the one line that struck me was:&lt;br /&gt;though HR might have had a lot of hits under his cresit he has no SUROOR as an actor. Infact he cuts a rather strange figure as a "ROCK STAR" who has 2 women running for him, one of them being MALLIKA SHERAWAT. HARD TO BELIEVE HR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to invite my dear friend to please make me (us) see what I (aptly WE, or maybe ALL THE WORLD) is not being able to notice and APPRECIATE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-2901644896651328293?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/2901644896651328293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=2901644896651328293&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/2901644896651328293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/2901644896651328293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/06/himesh.html' title='HIMESH'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-6947077022986945748</id><published>2007-06-22T20:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:33:09.600+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Shawshank Redemption</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/RnvlgZVib2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VOhBKYz7dSk/s1600-h/The+Shawshank+Redemption.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/RnvlgZVib2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VOhBKYz7dSk/s400/The+Shawshank+Redemption.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078905349510164322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best movies that I have ever seen, the story revolves around a guy named Andy Dufrain. A guy convicted of murder of his wife and her lover. He is sentenced for 2 lives and sent to the prison of shawshank. &lt;br /&gt;There he meets a few inmates who become his friends. One of them is an Irishman convicted of murder, his name was Red. The story was narrated by this character. &lt;br /&gt;The story is about how Andy Dufrain copes up with the life at prison and how he ends up being a hero of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;The movie had the most beautiful narration and surely was one of the best movies I had ever seen. If you have seen this one, lucky you and if you have not seen it then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO GET LUCKY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      FEAR CAN HOLD YOU PRISONER,&lt;br /&gt;                         HOPE CAN SET YOU FREE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-6947077022986945748?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/6947077022986945748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=6947077022986945748&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6947077022986945748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6947077022986945748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/06/shawshank-redemption.html' title='The Shawshank Redemption'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/RnvlgZVib2I/AAAAAAAAAAc/VOhBKYz7dSk/s72-c/The+Shawshank+Redemption.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-6039676345478612831</id><published>2007-06-14T19:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:14:57.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>India Shining....ohhhhh reallllllyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Don’t even want to start. Where to start from isn’t the question the question is how much to write for this thing seems to be never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEWS sure are shocking. Saw a few and would like to mention them as I feel this seemed to be the reason I felt sorry for being an Indian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Dowry death, girl was burnt alive and before dying she had made a CD saying that her husband and mother-in-law shall be hanged till death, they get 12 years in jail.&lt;br /&gt;Is that enough??? I don’t think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another case of female foeticide in gurgaon, calling it a case will be an understatement a SCANDAL is the hip word and apt for this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawood’s brother released cause there wasn’t enough evidence, a few days back his sister Hasina Parker was released too. Is it really cause of lack of evidence??? Or the police don’t want to prove they’re guilty. Whatever be the case, fact is Dawood is still out of reach of our police and WILL ALWAYS BE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corruption is rampant. Heard people talk about it always right???? Well they’re not lying. The way I see it is that every department in this country which gives you enough power to make an extra buck is corrupt. You think it’s an overstatement, prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice delayed ALWAYS: we all know how our courts function and the fact that HUMARA KANOON SABOOT MAANGTA HAI.&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you an example of “Justice” and ease it.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the tandoor kand, the guy killed his wife and tried to burn her body in the tandoor of his restaurant. The manager of his bank stayed in Jail for 9 years i.e. as long as the courts took to reach a judgment. They sentenced him for 7 years. He obviously was set free since he had served 2 years more than his punishment already. Now he in turn lodged a complaint against the court for jailing him more than his term. That guy got something around 5-10 lacs as compensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact is that it takes more than a lifetime for a middle class person to save that amount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW na….. easy way to make some money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a thing that make it worse:&lt;br /&gt;We say our economy is booming, there is growth in every sector. Whom are we kidding, the fact is that rich are getting richer, poor are getting poorer and the politicians are having a time of their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that the all round picture of our nation is not good, its like we are trying to dress up a person who is hollow from inside. The cover page of opur magazine is beautiful, rest it all sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-6039676345478612831?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/6039676345478612831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=6039676345478612831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6039676345478612831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6039676345478612831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/06/india-shiningohhhhh-reallllllyyyyyyyyy.html' title='India Shining....ohhhhh reallllllyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-6898875687107992354</id><published>2007-05-31T22:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T22:49:14.325+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quota: The new key to success</title><content type='html'>Reservations for the “poor”, “needy”, “backward classes” etc, is not a new thing for our ears. For the last year and a half we’ve seen protests by many groups who were in favor and against the new OBC quota law proposed by Dr. Arjun Singh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I start discussing that I think I would be boring you as well as myself, so I would rather come to the point and tell you what made me write this post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading the newspaper and as is my hobby I was reading about the things that are affecting our country nowadays. In the headlines of a leading newspaper was the news about the Gujjar’s Protest in Rajasthan that apparently is spreading fast in other states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What Gujjar’s demand: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gujjar community wants the status of Scheduled Tribes (ST) which was promised by the BJP. Presently the Gujjar community is counted as an OBC community. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now this is what is interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in the newspaper that:&lt;br /&gt;In 1931 when the first consensus was declared people wanted to be counted in the Upper Caste, for that matter they would fast during festivals, put a TILAK on their forehead and do all sorts of stuff to climb up the social ladder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trend now seems to have reversed, people who are in the Upper Castes want to go down. The Jats for example are a prominent group in the Haryana and in many other states, by no means are they really “backward”. But they’re more than happy in being listed as Other Backward Classes. This is where it all began, Gujjar’s now want to be listed in ST because they feel Jats, being more educated and well off, will take up their share of BENEFITS and thus are demanding to be moved to ST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really comical how people don’t care about where they stand in the social tree for all that matters is Money. Although I strongly feel that it’s a good sign with people not caring about the Social standing of their community it’s a pity to see the path our people have chosen for success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are aware of the problem and I’m sure we all joke around when we discuss higher studies that how cool it would’ve been to be a SC, ST or OBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t say reservation shouldn’t be there, it’s more than needed if we want the society to stabilize, but reservation on basis of castes is perhaps something that is eating up our country from its roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~v.s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-6898875687107992354?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/6898875687107992354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=6898875687107992354&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6898875687107992354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/6898875687107992354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/05/quota-new-key-to-success.html' title='Quota: The new key to success'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-1363283110823669078</id><published>2007-05-28T02:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:57:24.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>a typical delhi colony... this is the case</title><content type='html'>Water crisis in Delhi is already a old news now, what is new is the way how people of Delhi are coping up with it. In many areas in Delhi people have surely adapted to this way of living. As human beings adaptation comes pretty naturally to us and brings with itself a lot of cribbing and crying. Anyways being a resident of a place where water has surely proven its value I thought of writing this post since Water is the most basic essence of life and the foremost need of any human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me move from the abstract and thoughtful view of things to the factual view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my area there are 220 houses in the colony which is just a part of the 7 or 8 wards that as allocated by the election commission. The counselor chosen by the people in our ward happens to be from BJP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MLA from our area comes from Congress.The war betweeen the two parties isn't new to anyone and people in any area are obviously not benefiting from this.  The MLA who lost all the 8 seats in his area, one of the losers being his son, has been acting like a wounded lion who is desperate to get back at people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a piece of conversation I happen to have come across in the area.&lt;br /&gt;A person from our area went to the MLA Mr. X asking him to send a water tanker to the place as there is no water coming from the pipes laid by DJB. And the following happened.&lt;br /&gt;Person: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Saab humare yahaan ek tanker bhijwado paani ka.&lt;/span&gt; (sir please send a water tanker in our locality)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. X:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jab vote dene the tab to tumne mujhe vote diye nhi ab main tanker kyu bhijwa du???&lt;/span&gt;(when you people didn’t vote for me why should I bother now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Saab maine to aapko hi vote diya tha.&lt;/span&gt;( Sir I voted for you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MR. X:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Abbe tune bhi mujhe vote diya tha, isne bhi diya tha, usne bhi diya tha. Jab sabne mujhe vote diya tha to main haar kaise gaya.Ye to jadoo ho gaya &lt;/span&gt; (You also voted for me, he also did if everyone voted for me how did I loose. It is a miracle )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the person who went there had nothing to say. Well Delhi Jal Board happens to be a independent body as far as I know, but in front of the will of a guy in power they probably have to do what pleases the MLA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piece of onversation above happens to be true indeed. i would love to name the MLA but i guess i shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus the water that is for the people paves a way for politicians to take revenge from the people who went against them. It’s true that Mr. X might loose in the next General Elections but the fact remains that we as the public are suffering and might suffer more. This was the story of just 220 houses of a ward.&lt;br /&gt;There are probably more than 10000 wards like these. &lt;br /&gt;You can imagine very well how everything from water to nuclear bombs is being politicized here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;~v.s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-1363283110823669078?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/1363283110823669078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=1363283110823669078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/1363283110823669078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/1363283110823669078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/05/typical-delhi-colony-this-is-case.html' title='a typical delhi colony... this is the case'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-2431649846486048140</id><published>2007-05-16T02:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:11:34.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia... I fear i have it ;)</title><content type='html'>A typical night before the exam, the mind really speaks a lot on these nights....&lt;br /&gt;Here is how the whole thing goes, by the end of it you'll be able to figure out WHO suffers ;)&lt;br /&gt;1.00 AM : &lt;br /&gt;ME: its too late i shall sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;MIND: WHAT??? i m still thinking about the day...u stay awake for an hour atleast..&lt;br /&gt;ME: NO.. (and i switch off the lights to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....THE BATTLE BEGINS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIND: College is great these days, exam tomorrow.. they suck... a lot of things suck... why do i have to study.. why do i have to... &lt;br /&gt;ME(Interrupting): PLEASE SLEEP, i have an exam tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIND: ya i know... so where was I??Ya so exam is gonna be fine thats good... bla bla bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to myself LETS CHECK THE TIME... &lt;br /&gt;Damn it its 2.30AM already... i have to get up early...trying even harder to Force myself to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;NO LUCK..&lt;br /&gt;MIND: still busy at the things that i wouldn't give a shit about on some other day... &lt;br /&gt;and then its 4AM in the morning and i haven't slept at all....scared about the exam and MIND is still wandering in the sea of thoughts(aka CRAP)&lt;br /&gt;And the time goes by, with new thoughts pouring in from all corners of My mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUFFERER : ME.. sleepless.. totally devoid of rest.. i go to give the exam.. As i Go usually, As i went in 5th SEM and $th SEm and As i'll go tomorrow..oops today morning...&lt;br /&gt;All The Best to MYSELF...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-2431649846486048140?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/2431649846486048140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=2431649846486048140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/2431649846486048140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/2431649846486048140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/05/insomnia-i-fear-i-have-it.html' title='Insomnia... I fear i have it ;)'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4758770137269641527.post-7679096559022249447</id><published>2007-05-15T12:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:33:09.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SPIDERMAN 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/RkoBuBSFOVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N9dLLPMQ2nA/s1600-h/spider32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/RkoBuBSFOVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N9dLLPMQ2nA/s400/spider32.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064862621061429586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its great,its fun and yeah its one of the best special effects team at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story that i had seen like a zillion times already never seemed so much fun before. The Special effects team had really worked hard and except for a few scenes where one could totally make out the false backgrounds the movie rocked. &lt;br /&gt;Spiderman fights his ownself and the "Venom" mnakes him aggressive, it was fun to see how he coped up with it and discovered his true self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end as he said &lt;br /&gt;WE ALWAYS HAVE A CHOICE, ITS UPTO US TO MAKE DECISIONS... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~V.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4758770137269641527-7679096559022249447?l=mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/feeds/7679096559022249447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4758770137269641527&amp;postID=7679096559022249447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7679096559022249447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4758770137269641527/posts/default/7679096559022249447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattersthatmattered.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-3.html' title='SPIDERMAN 3'/><author><name>Varun Sood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07475993013453517695</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/S9BqmbL2eBI/AAAAAAAAAGU/wKQ3wxKG6tM/S220/10042010(003).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ae7pB8ef9zg/RkoBuBSFOVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/N9dLLPMQ2nA/s72-c/spider32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
