<?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-7852846449437880696</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:52:51.369-08:00</updated><category term='Beggar'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='Self Exp'/><category term='Society'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Mine'/><title type='text'>Tandoori Brain</title><subtitle type='html'>"----A Different way To Look Life----"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-7631359948144958646</id><published>2011-08-04T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:51:28.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to leave office work at office !!!</title><content type='html'>Week before today i used to carry out my office work to home. I was very well aware that i am ruining my life. Till i cam across this story. I felt that it help me in changing my part of life so thought to share you with all. It goes like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There is an old Japanese proverb that goes something like this: A monk and his young disciple were walking through the countryside when they came upon a stream with a woman standing on the other side, unable to cross. The monk walked through the stream and carried the woman across then the monk and the disciple continued on their way. The temple where the monk and the disciple worshiped strictly forbade the touching of a woman, so an hour or so later when the two reached the temple, the disciple could no longer contain himself. "Master, I have to know. Why did you carry the woman across the stream, when you know it is forbidden?". To which the master replied "I left the woman back at the stream. You carried her all the way back to the temple.&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-7631359948144958646?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7631359948144958646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-leave-office-work-at-office.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/7631359948144958646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/7631359948144958646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-to-leave-office-work-at-office.html' title='How to leave office work at office !!!'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-2214726611355569569</id><published>2010-06-24T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T03:33:05.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joshua Sir !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TCM0TAmhXrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2uPhGWyZzbk/s1600/birthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TCM0TAmhXrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2uPhGWyZzbk/s200/birthday1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486286272251125426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just want to say Happy Birthday to you and i thought this is the best way i can celebrate your birthday without having your number. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;br /&gt;God Bless you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-2214726611355569569?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2214726611355569569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-joshua-sir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/2214726611355569569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/2214726611355569569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-joshua-sir.html' title='Happy Birthday Joshua Sir !!!'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TCM0TAmhXrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/2uPhGWyZzbk/s72-c/birthday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-6594910494849946865</id><published>2010-06-10T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:38:03.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghazni or uske password !! ek or Panga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TBHLgEFpMUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZUG4Mw8dKmI/s1600/helpdeskDave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TBHLgEFpMUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZUG4Mw8dKmI/s200/helpdeskDave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481385973200269634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TBHLfwJNYnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RlRYP0QaZM0/s1600/gajini2909-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TBHLfwJNYnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/RlRYP0QaZM0/s200/gajini2909-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481385967846515314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Hi everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are in good health. Watched one of the most hyped movie of all times yesterday night. Got up in morning and did not went to walk today ek dum aalsi, you must be thinking  jayda hi casual hogya , lets get back to business , Today I was waiting for morning tea then I saw a small article in newspaper sorry I forgot the newspaper  but I got very intersting view today.&lt;br /&gt;You all must have heard about twitter, facebook and orkut so called social networking sites:&lt;br /&gt;I have heard lots of reason why people join all this, They say you can remain with your friends , you can make links , you can be in touch and share thoughts and express you feeling with friends and all. Sab Bakwass!  Sirf payass! Kiski you know na you also do na!&lt;br /&gt;But do you know thing have change the way of our living – we are not all bothered about what is happening around , who is our neighbour , who lives nearby us but we all know is who is whos friend list. We don’t pray in whole week that many times we check our facebook and orkut account account everyday. &lt;br /&gt;Ek din jaldi aisa ayega! Har IT wala jo itna already puzzle rahta hain- client ko lekar ,salary ko lekar ladki/ladke ko lekar, onsite ko lekar , pahle hi uske pass itne user id or password hain ki vo aab gazini ban jaega jab vo sari social site join kar lega! &lt;br /&gt;Har jagah password hi pasword konsa password kiska saab bhool jaega. And you know one more thing People have created there profile what they like and what they don’t like for others on these social sites but what I think in future 10 years down the line IT guys will rember only password , baaki sab kuch ,like what yhey like and what are their own likings hobies and forever thing they will forget and they will login of their account to check what they are about , Socho aisa ho to kitne mushkil ho jayegi , Socho agar aap ke Father , Grandfather , Great grandfather would have account on these site then whatyou will do !!!&lt;br /&gt;There is need of now two kinds of sites one password mangement site which will secure your entire passwords and other is personal networking sites. You know yourself better. Hey Great idea we can work on it who know we are next wave of Networking site. &lt;br /&gt;Bas Bas or mat socho main to apna time waste kar diya soch soch kar , you don’t do , go and do you work !!&lt;br /&gt;Ja bhi aab!!! : D manega to sirf apni hana &lt;br /&gt;This is jagdish Siging off!!&lt;br /&gt;Keep writing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-6594910494849946865?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6594910494849946865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/ghazni-or-uske-password-ek-or-panga.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6594910494849946865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6594910494849946865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/ghazni-or-uske-password-ek-or-panga.html' title='Ghazni or uske password !! ek or Panga'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TBHLgEFpMUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ZUG4Mw8dKmI/s72-c/helpdeskDave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-1742803230784660254</id><published>2010-06-08T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T05:42:50.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ullu :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TA46q8jsQ-I/AAAAAAAAADs/sL0LoXpUwzs/s1600/huge_16_84031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TA46q8jsQ-I/AAAAAAAAADs/sL0LoXpUwzs/s200/huge_16_84031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480382306041218018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was sitting in the cafeteria was having wonderful lunch having cholle, Daal and shimla mirch suddenly my friend remind me the wonderful experience. &lt;br /&gt;In my Starting ELTP Days (Satyam Trainees are known as ELTP) my friends pushed to come on a trip to Shrisailam (Beautiful place in AP around 3 hours from hyd). It is famous for Temple of Lord shiva. &lt;br /&gt;We started 3:30am in morning from Hyderabad and reached their at 8:30 after that we were ready for darshan of Lord shiva. After standing hours in line and roaming in out and searching our car it was 1:30 and we all were empty stomach. Soon we realized the around the temple there are strict timings for lunch so any how we convinced one dhabawale who was ready to prepare some dosaas.&lt;br /&gt;There are was another thing worth mentioning here, actually I was not pushed by my friends I was forced by my heart to follow a girl most beautiful girl in this world, I was not at all in favor to go anywhere but my heart said yes so I pushed myself.&lt;br /&gt;So where were we, we all were hungry and we have limited time so we all thought to skip that and went ahead. It was 4:30 now and we all were hungry not me as I was just want to see the girl which I want to. I am sure she also was having good time actually not sure, you need to ask her only. Suddenly we stooped and she told me that she is hungry; I just was looking things to eat, as she was hungry but I was more curios to find something. Suddenly I saw one Mungfaalli waali (Lady who sells Groundnut) I Asked her about the rate but as she does not know hindi so I just waived 10 rs note and told to give and she gave. I was happy that I have found something for her. So proudly like Hero I presented her that Peanuts, But she told “ Main nahi khatii” I felt very bad , one I brought , at least she would have taken . As Love replaced Ego i started eating them myself.  Soon everybody came and driver told everybody to sit everybody inside the car and we will move on, Suddenly Driver saw my peanuts and told “Sir Yeh apke liye nahi bundero(Monkey) ke liye hain. Everybody started laughing but I saw only her smile, most beautiful smile in this world. I was made ullu. does But first time I love to be ullu &lt;br /&gt;P.S: This is mail my friend have forward me last month about his story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-1742803230784660254?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1742803230784660254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/ullu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/1742803230784660254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/1742803230784660254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/ullu.html' title='Ullu :-)'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TA46q8jsQ-I/AAAAAAAAADs/sL0LoXpUwzs/s72-c/huge_16_84031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-6903960625088187436</id><published>2010-06-05T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T23:18:23.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Of Course!!! OM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TAs9b0nUKNI/AAAAAAAAADk/UwKmWaDhwBQ/s1600/om.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TAs9b0nUKNI/AAAAAAAAADk/UwKmWaDhwBQ/s200/om.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479540919815645394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all, my first post from Noida, When ever I am not writing the blog I get lot of things which I need to write but when actually I start to write the blog, every things clear from mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am going to write about a guy who is my fast friend and without disclosing his name and hurting emotions of him and I want to share strange story of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is my friend from past 6 years and you know is dude. When I initially met my first thought was what kid of person he is , he was so simple, honest and superb nature and the best party of him was his softness both from inside and outside. After one week I thought is this kind of person still exits on earth where every 2nd person tries to profession al with you. But this guy was real dude. I liked him in initial days soon we were best friends ever. We used t o come late to classes and then bunking all the classes and going to some dhaba where we used to enjoy partha with lassi. Every moment was moment of one billion worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as you all know happy stories Doesn’t remain for much time soon he was selected in One of the best company in India , he went there and enjoyed . Soon after his training he joined some spiritual guru where he did some life improving courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these his life is now totally changed, he is able to do which nobody can thing of it. Now he enjoys his life much and more. The Power of this course is that His life has transformed , he has met his soul (which he say) through some Kriya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now He recommends this course to everybody. I am really impressed with his course me and ankit also wants to do this course. I just request to my Friend that he share his views in comments as reply to this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: This is Post is not meant for everybody as it uses highly coded language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-6903960625088187436?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6903960625088187436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/power-of-course-om.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6903960625088187436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6903960625088187436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/06/power-of-course-om.html' title='Power Of Course!!! OM'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/TAs9b0nUKNI/AAAAAAAAADk/UwKmWaDhwBQ/s72-c/om.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-6783460674311994374</id><published>2010-04-20T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:45:43.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post With No Name :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/S829_kXGmII/AAAAAAAAADc/ONMPY1PLm0E/s1600/LoveStory-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/S829_kXGmII/AAAAAAAAADc/ONMPY1PLm0E/s200/LoveStory-cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462230822860265602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. Blog…. I don’t know write, but one thing I am sure that I need to write something today. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While typing this article I came up with many topics in my Mind some of them are following: &lt;br /&gt;a)      How can a Girl Say to his boyfriend not to talk to your friend?&lt;br /&gt;b)      How one of my friend spent his night in train with prosti*(not that way)?&lt;br /&gt;c)      What happens when people take your professional Decision on there personal apart?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I was in mid all of this last week. Then came a weekend. I made a huge list what to do and what not do. As I am boy and live away from my family I did most difficult task of week. Yes you are right – Washing Clothes. I was cleaning my room and I saw one book name “I too Had a Love Story”. I started reading month ago but because of some the reasons I was not able. Then this weekend I started reading book . Book was very nice, simple and honest as describe by Big iconic Leader of IT. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Book tells how from matrimonial Site love start between Small town in  Orissa and Faridabad (Haryana). Couple Fell in Love and then every thing was fine. A day Before there ring ceremony stories Take a U turn. You want to know. Go and buy copy of yours. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;One thing I want to tell the story should not be Read by couple who are going to marry soon. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is tale with a twist .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That at all . Here I am Singing offf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-6783460674311994374?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6783460674311994374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-with-no-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6783460674311994374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6783460674311994374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/04/post-with-no-name.html' title='Post With No Name :)'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/S829_kXGmII/AAAAAAAAADc/ONMPY1PLm0E/s72-c/LoveStory-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-5198253869308843578</id><published>2010-02-28T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:24:10.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Exp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>How Does Life Change After Girl Comes To Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/S4trkERbCuI/AAAAAAAAADU/J04c9R-6w70/s1600-h/funny_wedding+cake+thingies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/S4trkERbCuI/AAAAAAAAADU/J04c9R-6w70/s200/funny_wedding+cake+thingies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443562841973656290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hi everybody, Long time no see to all of you and no write up . After Thinking nothing i am back here for my next scoop of life Experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Life Through Friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend No 1 : This guy was a average in academics but was very strong at its will. once if he decide that he want to do this he did. This guy used to enjoy each and every moment life in his life but nobody thought what was in future , The guy who never used to utter Hindi properly was speaking English and with words that i can never imagine. The Person was never interested in News Started Watching it and learning it. He was doing what i never thought off. When i came to know about the change it was girl with whom my friend has fallen in love with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No This guy who used to speak galiayan and everything now speaks very well. He has learned the manners to interact and every thing..... just i can say is he is changed Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend No 2: This guy was Big Gentle Fat Stubborn who was always well cared by his parents was living very well with his friends. He Was never having any sorts of tensions . He used to live King Size. He used to make ever body laugh. but his story also turned upside down. Now This Guy don't call us because he has found a girl. He looks like guy who has lot of tensions to cover his tension he started many courses but all went in vain .Now neither he is enjoying nor he is cracking jokes neither scolds me. This guy haven't eaten Dosa From long time which was his favorite Food. I dont what happen to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend No 3: This guy was thin white guy who was ambitious who never had end of tension already in his life . But he used to enjoy alot with his friends. This guy also has transformed alot. Guy has become fat. Now He has lot more tensions. Friends of this friends complain that he never call us back, usually he gets the comments that ****** -- You have changed. This was interested in Doing M.Tech But now he is preparing For MBA. See how all changes have come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend NO 4: This small handsome Dumbfound guy whom every body loves so much , Went from his home town with aspiration that he will be a successful in IT but in between train from Mumbai to his hometown  he found a girl whom he loves very much and with a surprise element the girl also loves him but as every love story has a problem he also has you know what choose from following :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&gt; Girl is Rich --- No &lt;br /&gt;2&gt; Boy id Rich --- NO &lt;br /&gt;3&gt; Girl is from other cast --- No&lt;br /&gt;4&gt; Boy is from Other Cast --- No &lt;br /&gt;5&gt; All of them ---- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Options is boy doesn't want to get married right now, Because he thinks that he is too Young to get married and have kids.... This guy has left the job preparing for MBA. He has changed the girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend No 5: This guy, What to say about this guy . He love to speak and we love to listen his all gappes (lie's may be true, I don't know to be on safe side Heheh). he is jack of all girls . He knows Each and every thing about each Girl in our city . all my above friends mentioned ask the first thing to girl whom they love do you know *******. If Girl says yes they get away from that girl .. No days he is having fun but knows internally that he is fucked up . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer - The above write may not understandable to everybody but i want to tell truth that this is not for everybody. This is Tribute to all my friends their G.Fs and their Changed Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS :- But one good thing is all my friends are there still having same element of love, friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know about a guy who was Another bill gates and was Selected in BIG Software company but did not went there , instead he went to join CDAC only for girl which still he never admitted we know . Stay tuned here and watch this space..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-5198253869308843578?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5198253869308843578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-does-life-change-after-girl-comes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/5198253869308843578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/5198253869308843578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-does-life-change-after-girl-comes.html' title='How Does Life Change After Girl Comes To Life'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/S4trkERbCuI/AAAAAAAAADU/J04c9R-6w70/s72-c/funny_wedding+cake+thingies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-6820310444701619847</id><published>2009-12-02T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T00:13:13.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Please dont read this article as it is meant for somebody else</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/Sxdy2r5151I/AAAAAAAAADM/V8dCEI1kCBU/s1600-h/best-friends22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/Sxdy2r5151I/AAAAAAAAADM/V8dCEI1kCBU/s200/best-friends22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410919761132775250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i searched what is friendship? on google 59,700,000 results came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking why today a sudden he is preaching about friendship .This is must for every human . Man Without friendship is man with no soul. As oxygen is necessary for living similarly friends are required for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those who tease you,who fight with you , who love you , who can wake whole night just because you want to wake up. They Come to another city and spent whole night in chilled night of Delhi just waiting for train with you . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those who calls you and always say " Kanche kabhi phone kar liya kar ".&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those who love you unconditionally . They are those who always say saale " tu motta hain " " main to patla ho gya hun" . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those who says " agar hum tera birthday bhol jaate hain to isme teri gali hain , tuje 12 baje hame yad dilna hain" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those when you say i want to eat pratha and they will say i want to eat dosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends who always speak big big thing (Gaape) but we still believe .Friends are those who went vacation with us but spender there time with a girl whom they met in bus 10 Min's before. friends are those who just know every thing about each girl in the city and you make sure that your girlfriend and he does not have any connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those who spent there whole time making there body in gym. They are only bothered about eating banana and paneer and says " sale tere pet main bat nahi pachti"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those who say after the result " sale pahle tu apne number bta" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those who make hilarious comments on orkut pics and on there account write " Shuulii is getting married"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those who never call you in whole year but never forgets your birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those whom with you live for two years in small room and fight sometime but know i heart that he is best person who will be near by me when i am in need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are those never call you with your real name they will keep your name like " Kancha" "Topi" " Pocha" "maddi" " Golu" "AKS" " Mani" "Radar" "jacky" "Dhobi" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing they have common unconditional love . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post Dedicated to one of my Friend who was my earlier roommate and today is his Birthday " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Cheeta signing off&lt;br /&gt;Over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-6820310444701619847?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6820310444701619847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-dont-read-this-article-as-it-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6820310444701619847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6820310444701619847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/12/please-dont-read-this-article-as-it-is.html' title='Please dont read this article as it is meant for somebody else'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/Sxdy2r5151I/AAAAAAAAADM/V8dCEI1kCBU/s72-c/best-friends22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-4046502825897393258</id><published>2009-11-17T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T03:33:28.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiv Seena and MNS JINDABAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SwKJy36nh7I/AAAAAAAAADE/i5I6gYOFjHU/s1600/mumbai_deluge_TPE_20060109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SwKJy36nh7I/AAAAAAAAADE/i5I6gYOFjHU/s200/mumbai_deluge_TPE_20060109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405034009894291378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SwKJytnaGpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Qi9v1wKoT24/s1600/mumbai15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SwKJytnaGpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Qi9v1wKoT24/s200/mumbai15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405034007129365138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SwKJyaDAg1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XWip_e-JgRo/s1600/mumbai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SwKJyaDAg1I/AAAAAAAAAC0/XWip_e-JgRo/s200/mumbai.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405034001876419410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathi Manus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever I listen these words I don’t what to do ,  some time I laugh on them and leave them , sometime I admit I get angry and many time I feel pity on them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on hearing different words like Marathi manus, mumbaikar and al that. I don’t wonder or amazed what they say my brain gets tandoori on the following points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know these Shiva seena and MNS are mad people and I am not at all bothered about them, I am bothered about how people react to them. I am amazed that people of Mumbai and many more support them. &lt;br /&gt;I am amazed the person who cares about so called Marathi manus is neither Marathi nor manus. &lt;br /&gt;I have some question for Bala Sahib Thackre and MNS who much they care about People living in Dharavi? &lt;br /&gt;Where were they when Mumbai was in flood? &lt;br /&gt;They Come out and choke whole Mumbai when People from UP and Bihar come out for work  but I havenot seen when MNS people coming out when they people from our neighboring country “PAKISTAN” . yes I am talking about 26/11 &lt;br /&gt;why there are so much people on Mumbai streets , is there any political party to take care of them , where is Marathi junta&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is app time for youth of India to take care of the Nation .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-4046502825897393258?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4046502825897393258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/shiv-seena-and-mns-jindabad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/4046502825897393258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/4046502825897393258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/shiv-seena-and-mns-jindabad.html' title='Shiv Seena and MNS JINDABAD'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SwKJy36nh7I/AAAAAAAAADE/i5I6gYOFjHU/s72-c/mumbai_deluge_TPE_20060109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-1964026025276344113</id><published>2009-11-12T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:49:16.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Interseting Fact  : Raj Thakre's Dog even barks in marathi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/Sv0PcUw1ZBI/AAAAAAAAACs/WLKC8Mu80Go/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/Sv0PcUw1ZBI/AAAAAAAAACs/WLKC8Mu80Go/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403492107198751762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/Sv0NYpxpLWI/AAAAAAAAACk/YAl2duD3xCY/s1600-h/2648933936_e3feef9d12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/Sv0NYpxpLWI/AAAAAAAAACk/YAl2duD3xCY/s200/2648933936_e3feef9d12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403489845096557922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Guys, sorry for being away from you all for a long time. I was busy in winning daily bread. Day before yesterday luckily i saw TV, First news that I saw was MNS row over ABU AAJMI oath in Maharashtra Assembly .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made my soft memory Tandoori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please see the above Photos and let your mind have tickels and dont forget to put on this space what you think.&lt;br /&gt;I also have one question for all the people of Mumbai : Do you think Mumbai will get anything out of this. Raj Definately will get something(Votes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-1964026025276344113?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1964026025276344113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/interseting-fact-raj-thakres-dog-even.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/1964026025276344113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/1964026025276344113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/11/interseting-fact-raj-thakres-dog-even.html' title='Interseting Fact  : Raj Thakre&apos;s Dog even barks in marathi'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/Sv0PcUw1ZBI/AAAAAAAAACs/WLKC8Mu80Go/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-6126359833449999541</id><published>2009-09-18T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:58:44.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am wondering What is management ???</title><content type='html'>Wondering What is this bird , is it all about cat or IIMs or managing yourself or managing others or ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a new managment is there how to play politics in Office , can any body tell me from where this course can be done :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-6126359833449999541?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6126359833449999541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-wondering-what-is-management.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6126359833449999541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6126359833449999541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-wondering-what-is-management.html' title='I am wondering What is management ???'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-7663953210039753042</id><published>2009-09-14T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:39:42.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back........</title><content type='html'>Our greatest glory is not in never falling but in rising every time we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confucius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-7663953210039753042?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7663953210039753042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/7663953210039753042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/7663953210039753042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html' title='Back........'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-7214483053785181418</id><published>2009-08-03T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:05:13.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please have jai journey's cake</title><content type='html'>u didnt mentio about Jaliawala bagh and those ISRALEIANS and ENGLSIH MAN WITH BEEDI in kurta payajama... that was amazing day for us and nyt was memorable.. u duo went up aftr had 2 beers and spent almost entire nyt in search of ur right path.. plz mention the love story as well , greyish eyes chick whom we met in bus U remember SONIA... amristsari kudi..she is still in touch with me...we were i ndamn hurry to reach simla but Haryana Roadways stuck in between and fortunately we got a taxi to continue our journey... every momnt is still alive.. i dont know about u guyz but m still in mountains n dreams....hey jagg. i couldnt paste it on front page . so i typed as a commnt. whenever u got it , do editing watever i mentioned amd paste it on front page to be continued......GOLU.. JAI... JAGDISH... we missed other ghasamali's as well. TOPI,POCHA,DHOBI.. we Love u guyz. wenever we'll be together we'll have a blast, coz we r the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer- This post is written by Jai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-7214483053785181418?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7214483053785181418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-have-jai-journeys-cake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/7214483053785181418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/7214483053785181418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/08/please-have-jai-journeys-cake.html' title='Please have jai journey&apos;s cake'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-6045424795910060389</id><published>2009-07-27T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:30:17.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/Sm2BlIssX1I/AAAAAAAAACU/v4sRaLNN1lk/s1600-h/goldentemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/Sm2BlIssX1I/AAAAAAAAACU/v4sRaLNN1lk/s200/goldentemple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363085206258212690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey i know my English is bad but i have knowing kept "THE TRIP" as it was one of my memorable trip.As promised here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday we thought we will go Amritsar. At night 9:40 ankit called me that at 10 you have to be at bus stand we are leaving for Amritsar. I was busy with my parents but some how i made to reached there. According to ankit everything was plan .But i tell this fellow never follow it . As Planned we will catch a bus to Amritsar and will do darsan and then will go some place and then we will go Wagha Border and will come . &lt;br /&gt;But here at starting plan failed no was no bus directly to Amritsar. We took a bus till amballa and the journey started. We reached to amballa as usual i want tea and no body else want to have it. no as i was calling the chai wala bhai for chai a bus used to come and both ankit and jai were making fun of me .... at last chai is ready and there is no bus . as i started to have it ankit came and told we have to train in 5 minutes. I kept tea without sipping :-( and run for train . We all heared a announce meant that train was ready on platform as we ran towards it we saw line for tickets at 1:30 it was so long that if we have made our self to queue it would have 6 in morning . so that the change no 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back i had tea and we started for Amritsar. we were sleeping like drunks any how we reached there 6 in morning . We took a rickshaw to SHRI GURUDWARA and had one photograped with rickshaw puller. We went for SHRI Darshan " It was one of my best moments in life . we all three have holy dip in Holy Water. then we had langer and tea. &lt;br /&gt;Now we were out of Mandir and it was really hot outside . As usuall Jai was looking at preety Girls we usually call him as "Radar" as you can easliy spot a beautyfull girl once you look his face . then We had deabte where we will spend our time .Then we decided  to Go to Shimla ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Change no 3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the story begins ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope ankit and jai will write the rest of journey for me.if not i will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-6045424795910060389?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6045424795910060389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6045424795910060389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6045424795910060389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/trip.html' title='THE TRIP'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/Sm2BlIssX1I/AAAAAAAAACU/v4sRaLNN1lk/s72-c/goldentemple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-2966362092910096480</id><published>2009-07-21T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T05:24:43.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5500 Km In 7 days Across 4 States</title><content type='html'>After long time i m writing this space. I along with ankit and jai travelled around 5500km in 7 days .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to ankit and jaikant who made this journey unforgettable. &lt;br /&gt;Saurabh,sumit and all rest of my friends we missed you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeta logging off as he has lot of work to do :-) . will share you the moments &lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheeta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-2966362092910096480?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/2966362092910096480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/5500-km-in-7-days-across-4-states.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/2966362092910096480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/2966362092910096480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/5500-km-in-7-days-across-4-states.html' title='5500 Km In 7 days Across 4 States'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-6741544195473495001</id><published>2009-07-07T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T21:51:43.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beggar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mine'/><title type='text'>Beggers  or Money Collectors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SlQlz5g7ZZI/AAAAAAAAACM/HhQLa-hrJ8I/s1600-h/beggar+at+atm+india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SlQlz5g7ZZI/AAAAAAAAACM/HhQLa-hrJ8I/s200/beggar+at+atm+india.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947430392849810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SlQlzkH1dQI/AAAAAAAAACE/Le5DxDmzz2E/s1600-h/beg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SlQlzkH1dQI/AAAAAAAAACE/Le5DxDmzz2E/s200/beg1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355947424650458370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share one thing with all of you but I don’t how to do that. I am living in one of 2-Tier metro which is becoming 1-Tier Metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever I go somewhere in the city form one place to other place usually i see many small children, old people and women wearing tits &amp; bits asking for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I saw them a storm inside me starts which send me in clueless state after that.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what to do, how to do.&lt;br /&gt;Thousands question come into my mind how they live. How do they do there daily things- washroom and all, where they sleep and what to eat. I wish I can do something for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other face of them - Above para shows only one face of them. One day I was getting down to my office I saw one beggar kid who was asking for money from a women in car. Lady was not all responding to the kid as she was chatting on the phone. Suddenly car started moving and still the kid was there. Suddenly kid bitted on her hand and run away and left the women in cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same thing with my friend, when eunuch came to him asked for money , when he refused to give him he started touching him on the body (where no body likes ). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same day we read in article that there 60,000 beggars are there in the city and out of that 20,000 thousand have there home and food to eat but they do as they think it is easy way make bucks. They are earning pretty decent money &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had one impression from slumdog millionaire film how the kids are made to beg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not able understand what all is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they beggar or money collectors ……..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-6741544195473495001?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6741544195473495001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/beggers-or-money-collectors.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6741544195473495001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6741544195473495001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/07/beggers-or-money-collectors.html' title='Beggers  or Money Collectors'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SlQlz5g7ZZI/AAAAAAAAACM/HhQLa-hrJ8I/s72-c/beggar+at+atm+india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-7620929205549503899</id><published>2009-06-23T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:37:26.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mine'/><title type='text'>The way indian politicans Do Bhook Hartal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SkDMGjgdv0I/AAAAAAAAABk/r0By1lDhos0/s1600-h/galtapurislite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SkDMGjgdv0I/AAAAAAAAABk/r0By1lDhos0/s320/galtapurislite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350500770298838850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share one of my experiences with you , as I am form small town where people are orthodox about there religion and culture….&lt;br /&gt;When I was around 18 i came across a incident which opened my eyes. I know one person who is associated with a political party . I don’t remember the issue what was that but I remember what was happening. On the event eve one big bald guy around 50 came to our home wearing orange color “chunni” around hi s neck.. he was talking something talking on phone some thing about “Bhook Hartal”. All just slipped out of my mind as I was doing  my work.. that guy told me and my brother come there next day opposite to Some Big Bank .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily me and brother went there and saw something which was an eye opener for me.&lt;br /&gt;It was crowed place , tent structure was there with one guy wearing Flowers garland around its neck .. some people were sitting around Him and were having slogans in there hand .saying something blah….blahhh….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At back of tent there was one Halwai(Sweet maker) who was making delicious food and one juice wala who was continuously churning the machine to get juice…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People form the tent where coming in small groups and were eating that food. After some time they called some reporters and told them Saab “Poori chole bane hain jaldi ajjoo”&lt;br /&gt;In 15 min Reporters from all news papers came there and starting have that food. But keep in mind that guy who is sitting having garlands around his neck. He has not eaten food for a whole day.. Then press meeting started which was not the way it usually happens on we see on TV. Reporters were not at all asking questions. They were just listening what the big Guys were saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I came to know that guy was a poor follow who don’t have any work and usually eat less than one time a Day as he has to feed his child. Today for him it was diwali as he will be getting 1000 buck for the work which he usually do without a single penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was felling pittyness for that fellow…..:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had many question in mind, who gave them money to all this work?&lt;br /&gt;When everybody knows it is fake why people do that, people attended that and reporters print that.. &lt;br /&gt;I don’t know who is going to give my answers … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am writing this I just got one thing in mind that Lord Krishana said once “ That when ever there will be problems I will be there to solve that” (sorry I don’t remember the exact words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he taken birth? ( May be  I am sounding  Foolish)&lt;br /&gt;If He has taken then where he is ?&lt;br /&gt;Nahi  they even Don’t dared now……..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheetahhhh…&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/7852846449437880696-7620929205549503899?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7620929205549503899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-indian-politicans-do-bhook-hartal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/7620929205549503899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/7620929205549503899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/way-indian-politicans-do-bhook-hartal.html' title='The way indian politicans Do Bhook Hartal'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SkDMGjgdv0I/AAAAAAAAABk/r0By1lDhos0/s72-c/galtapurislite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-7442634050897411040</id><published>2009-06-19T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T05:22:21.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Work and Sleep , is this what i want to Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SjuC5zOtE3I/AAAAAAAAABc/3hFjeL-Bnq8/s1600-h/jag.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SjuC5zOtE3I/AAAAAAAAABc/3hFjeL-Bnq8/s320/jag.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349012911948632946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. After lot of time I am writing Blog… from last night I want to write something but I was not getting what to write. About Kashmir… npp. About environment and thought hell lot of things but came down to none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I was coming to office in cab I was thinking about friends, collage days how we use to play, study and our ambitions, our aims... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought is this I want to be what we called as software engineer (Eat, Sleep and Work). From past many days I am working in office for long hours giving no time to my body and my brain to recharge. I am coming in the evening and then staying late in office. Sleeping whole day in room and then same the routine.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this what I thought I want to be .. :-( . I thought to be something different but caught into big hands of eat work and sleep community.. I am thinking what to do .. thinking.. opps I have to do some work . will continue later…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-7442634050897411040?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/7442634050897411040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/eat-work-and-sleep-is-this-what-i-want.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/7442634050897411040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/7442634050897411040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/eat-work-and-sleep-is-this-what-i-want.html' title='Eat Work and Sleep , is this what i want to Be...'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SjuC5zOtE3I/AAAAAAAAABc/3hFjeL-Bnq8/s72-c/jag.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-4709984396931543796</id><published>2009-06-07T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:10:16.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mine'/><title type='text'>Different Way to Look Subway's Panner Tikka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SiydNKE8V2I/AAAAAAAAABU/s56ieA4wQBs/s1600-h/subwaylogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SiydNKE8V2I/AAAAAAAAABU/s56ieA4wQBs/s320/subwaylogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344819707150882658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I and my friends went to one of the finest place in city. We all took a long walk from one end to other end. It was covered with all green and top of  it  was raining little bit , so the weather was awesome .After walking about 3 Km and watching all scenery we all felt hungry and went to US GAINT FOOD CHAIN WAT WE CALL “SUBWAY”. It was our first time. We went inside and took the menu, menu seem to be pretty descent as all the things were around 70 or 60 bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered SUBWAY of the day which was “Panner tikka Special”. I was just looking at person who was making that (as I am very foody and love to cook). He took bread divided in to two sections, spread one paneer layer and then some vegetables, capsicum, onions which actually I hate to eat if my mom has given me at home. &lt;br /&gt;He spread some cream and then that’s it. “Your order Ready sir” the Person on other side of counter replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought before eating that. What I am eating, they call it special, people in small cities in India can eat this in 5 or max 25 rs. That with a lot more vegetables.  I felt grin on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are moving towards the western culture but if have deeper look in them then we will realize our fooding habits are much better then them. We are eating that things form decade which they think it is healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I concluded in the end that I should have embrace the quality and richness of Indian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-4709984396931543796?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4709984396931543796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/different-way-to-look-subways-panner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/4709984396931543796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/4709984396931543796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/different-way-to-look-subways-panner.html' title='Different Way to Look Subway&apos;s Panner Tikka'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uqLxnhihJVU/SiydNKE8V2I/AAAAAAAAABU/s56ieA4wQBs/s72-c/subwaylogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-6640198418942515882</id><published>2009-06-05T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:04:29.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mine'/><title type='text'>Miss you all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fBQWhgRmkfY/SikXtyL-sZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aRAtlD2Za7A/s1600-h/humsab.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fBQWhgRmkfY/SikXtyL-sZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aRAtlD2Za7A/s320/humsab.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343828508185375122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i dont hardly i have any work .. i was just sitting in my chair rembering all my college days wat a days they were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days i cant forget..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days when we used to travel back home by truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vo truck par jane ke din..&lt;br /&gt;vo masti ke din..&lt;br /&gt;vo Roj Roj naye payar ke din&lt;br /&gt;vo dosto ki joke&lt;br /&gt;vo ankit ki maaje..&lt;br /&gt;Vo jackie ki chooti batien..&lt;br /&gt;Vo saurabh ka sab kuch mana jana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vo topi ka body banana&lt;br /&gt;vo dawar ki batien &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saab saab kuch i Miss a lot every Body each and every body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss You all . Love You all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-6640198418942515882?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6640198418942515882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-you-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6640198418942515882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/6640198418942515882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-you-all.html' title='Miss you all'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fBQWhgRmkfY/SikXtyL-sZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aRAtlD2Za7A/s72-c/humsab.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7852846449437880696.post-4193614652597118584</id><published>2009-06-04T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:10:09.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mine'/><title type='text'>Good Evening</title><content type='html'>Ahhh.. Really great evening it was. Actually we (Team) all were working on Client Major Release so we were coming in the office at 8 and leaving 11 in night everyday and on Sunday we used to sleep whole day in rooms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day on Saturday we all were working suddenly the network went down and we did a call. Networks guys told us there is some issue so it will be down till tomorrow morning. We all became happy and left the office at 4:30. Me and my friend took bike happily and start moving towards home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat a great evening it was... Pleasant whether no traffic, cool breeze was blowing.&lt;br /&gt;Really i felt i am missing the nature every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now days we are inventing new things going here and there, working in office where there is only incoming time but no outgoing time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a life? &lt;br /&gt;Are we not missing nature...?&lt;br /&gt;Do we have become more complex? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Eat Work and sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7852846449437880696-4193614652597118584?l=tandooribrain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4193614652597118584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-evening.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/4193614652597118584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7852846449437880696/posts/default/4193614652597118584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tandooribrain.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-evening.html' title='Good Evening'/><author><name>Duffer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07385443318055693104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--j0H5scVeaM/TdqGl5uwh5I/AAAAAAAAAEg/nAglriyp9yA/s220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
