<?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-37592884</id><updated>2011-12-24T08:28:41.598+05:30</updated><category term='Nuclear Power'/><category term='Book Review'/><category term='New weblog'/><category term='Lose Control'/><category term='Adios'/><category term='Step on'/><category term='Technology'/><category term='Farewell'/><category term='India Gate'/><category term='Article'/><category term='Biology'/><category term='The God of Small Things'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Red Fort'/><category term='SSB'/><category term='Qutub Minar'/><category term='Adieu'/><category term='Delhi'/><category term='Science'/><category term='Freakonomics'/><title type='text'>Insane logica</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-5834600834489661620</id><published>2011-12-24T08:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-24T08:28:41.604+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Photo Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1lm2vDkdzA/TvU_wObPv3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/mVF5YgJM4p8/s1600/FB%2BWelcome.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1lm2vDkdzA/TvU_wObPv3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/mVF5YgJM4p8/s400/FB%2BWelcome.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689523801991135090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad idea to return back to my older blog and sharing one of my recent Image for my &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/deezphotography"&gt;Photography Page&lt;/a&gt; on Facebook. Just failing to catch any sleep, so better will keep the photoshop on for some more time. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is my first edit work for the Page: https://www.facebook.com/deezphotography:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-5834600834489661620?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/5834600834489661620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=5834600834489661620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/5834600834489661620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/5834600834489661620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2011/12/photo-fun.html' title='Photo Fun'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v1lm2vDkdzA/TvU_wObPv3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/mVF5YgJM4p8/s72-c/FB%2BWelcome.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-8636682846750005145</id><published>2008-07-26T20:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:15:36.443+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Step on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New weblog'/><title type='text'>Moved! :-)</title><content type='html'>Finally, i step onto my &lt;a href="http://deepakmishra.wordpress.com/"&gt;another weblog&lt;/a&gt; which looks technically sound. I can have a back-up at my desk and can try to make it much more better in looks and works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First editing:&lt;/strong&gt; Check the embedded image on the top of web, when the openning of web is done. :mg:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, it's &lt;strong&gt;worth a read&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;a href="http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html"&gt;Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I will keep stalking over here and will keep updating, whenever i will feel like!&lt;br /&gt;Keep visiting! Adios! :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-8636682846750005145?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/8636682846750005145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=8636682846750005145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/8636682846750005145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/8636682846750005145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2008/07/moved.html' title='Moved! :-)'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-8703899512745926481</id><published>2008-07-26T18:38:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:02:00.044+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adieu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Farewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lose Control'/><title type='text'>Capacity hai be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I posted last time, "Life has just begun".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, how can i forget the day, when the dawn came in my life. Sometimes, when i look back, I just say, "Thank God!" Life was changed the very moment we broke-up. I tried my level best to solve the matter but it has to end this way and we did it! You must be feeling alleviated too. Thanks to you too! We have ultimately taken a right decision to step further in our life towards a thing called "Successful Career"! God bless you! :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh Jesus, I subdued, though I was little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intensive&lt;/span&gt; on my take! Shout Shout Shout..! Hold Hold Hold.. and conquered! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nostalgic&lt;/span&gt; ho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, when i look back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coming back to life, lemme tell ya guys, I will be soon moving on to my another weblog called &lt;a href="http://deepakmishra.wordpress.com/"&gt;Insane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Logica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, why I went off with scribbling here? The answer lies somewhere around. As, I have been busy taking my last semester exams for B.Tech life, meanwhile i discovered some people's story reading which i felt so guilty, What am I doing, and gained some faith, so that I can overcome my flaws. Now, this part has no relation with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt; days of our tale. I insist here, that was in my concern only. So, no paradoxes here, no confusion. I'd studied harder in my final semester which showed up as an overwhelming result to my surprise. Finally, I topped the class, but alas, still missed some pointers to reach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;distinction&lt;/span&gt; on an overall picture, better say it aggregate score. Anyways, I am more than satisfied with that. Having been to three different farewell ceremonies did let me know, where do I stand in my fellows hearts. (esp. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Malyalis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Norther&lt;/span&gt; mates). How pleasing, I am for them. I was screened as the "&lt;em&gt;the coolest hunk&lt;/em&gt;", "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;maska&lt;/span&gt; bazaar&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Impressive&lt;/span&gt; Voice&lt;/em&gt;". And, FYI, I really didn't expect this much from my fellows and beloved ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, did you hear three farewells? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;, I had it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's count,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt;Farewell, which was arranged by our juniors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Farewell, which was organized as a see-off party by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;SFI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;gundas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Farewell, which we ourselves supervised, to bid an adieu to our fellows and teachers and to promise, "we will keep in touch".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The farewells 1 and 3 were the best of the gathering moments i had ever attended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the breaking news is, I had a company of "Mambo and Metal" as well as "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hayward's&lt;/span&gt; 5000 and Romanov" on the Farewell 3 night. We had a special event called "&lt;strong&gt;Lose Control&lt;/strong&gt;". It was my first time. Yes, I got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;drunk&lt;/span&gt; to my extreme capacity, though i could have done more but we fell short of stock. Not that they asked me, I myself was kind of excited to feel the difference and that night I was too happy, and I still don't know, what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;brought&lt;/span&gt; me to that happiness. I did buy that from somewhere else, I guess. Anyways, before i took the first sip, i asked Metal and Mambo to promise me to help me out when i loose my control. They did promise, Oh, I can trust them, they are much more experienced, esp. Mambo. :-D And viola, the reverse thing happened. To my surprise, it was me who took both Metal and Mambo to their rooms that mid-night. They woke up next morning and let me know, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pass capacity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be!&lt;/em&gt;".... And, I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;loughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out loud! I would remember this helluva sort of words (slang).. "&lt;em&gt;Capacity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:-P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-8703899512745926481?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/8703899512745926481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=8703899512745926481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/8703899512745926481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/8703899512745926481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2008/07/capacity-hai-be.html' title='Capacity hai be!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-1169850348927667018</id><published>2008-03-31T12:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:20:41.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life has just begun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-1169850348927667018?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/1169850348927667018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=1169850348927667018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/1169850348927667018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/1169850348927667018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-has-just-begun.html' title='Life has just begun!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-396482043567440550</id><published>2008-03-31T12:12:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:21:28.688+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It happens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R_EeZVdbwPI/AAAAAAAAALA/bk_hQmvg0Yg/s1600-h/tragedy_cusat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 434px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R_EeZVdbwPI/AAAAAAAAALA/bk_hQmvg0Yg/s400/tragedy_cusat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183958066686312690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you spend 4 years, staying away from home, completely on your own, you become a clown, so lazy and successively you come to meet certain circumstances which is never expected to be happened. But, I have seen this, it happens a lot many times when you meet the "dude" callers, or some aliens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This happens, when we get engineered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Original pic sourced from prashant_iitiim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-396482043567440550?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/396482043567440550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=396482043567440550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/396482043567440550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/396482043567440550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-happens-when-we-get-engineered.html' title='It happens!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R_EeZVdbwPI/AAAAAAAAALA/bk_hQmvg0Yg/s72-c/tragedy_cusat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-6746175049115157625</id><published>2008-03-31T12:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:21:28.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thoght of the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R_CGrldbwMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jxGkMp8MneY/s1600-h/life_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R_CGrldbwMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jxGkMp8MneY/s400/life_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183791254451503298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thought of the day, I'm gonna live by!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-6746175049115157625?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6746175049115157625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=6746175049115157625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/6746175049115157625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/6746175049115157625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2008/03/thoght-of-day.html' title='Thoght of the day!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R_CGrldbwMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jxGkMp8MneY/s72-c/life_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-5169906302515150178</id><published>2008-03-28T09:56:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:21:29.078+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gobi Chilli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R-x8AFdbwKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0dGTVpd-024/s1600-h/gobi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R-x8AFdbwKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0dGTVpd-024/s320/gobi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182653612104073378" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Last evening was terrific! As usual, i peeped into the kitchen of my mess. Saw, Mannu was cooking something which smelled familiar to me since I've been to this place. Yes, it was &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Gobi Chilli&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt; in our menu today. !dea  popped up! Well, I have kind of decided, I am gonna stay single for next few years, unless i make it to some "&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;crazy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;" place in this world. Fellas, the term "&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;crazy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;" really matters a lot and you are intelligent enough to understand this term! So, what if i make myself to try my hands on cooking too! I would love to have this "&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Gobi Chilli&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;" in my weekend menu, specially made by me, the chef, Dee.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Again, last evening was terrific, I'd my hands on &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Gobi-Chilli.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt; I asked Mannu, the entire recipe for &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Gobi-Chilli &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;and worked on it. Viola, taste was awesome, yummy! And I'm lovin' it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;All the ingredients needed is, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Gobi, corn-flour, capsicum, besan, soya sauce, tomato sauce, chillies, onions, masalas, refined oil,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt; and yes, lot of patience! 20-25 minutes to go, and you are done! :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Just found some decent tracks of my favorite Ghazal album by miscellaneous artists, "Love", tuned in "Aahat si koi aaye to lagta hai ki tum ho"! I wish, I'd a &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.pagalguy.com/forum"&gt;puy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;widget here to follow the smiley suits  here too. Let  it be :listen: ! :-)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Thanks &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.blogger.com/ruchii.files.wordpress.com/2006/07/gobi.jpg"&gt;ruchii&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="trebuchet ms"&gt;, i had to make this post, look delicious and yummy! :P&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-5169906302515150178?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/5169906302515150178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=5169906302515150178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/5169906302515150178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/5169906302515150178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2008/03/gobi-chilli.html' title='Gobi Chilli'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R-x8AFdbwKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/0dGTVpd-024/s72-c/gobi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-965354274434138211</id><published>2008-03-26T09:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:21:29.232+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I mean it, not IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R-nZiVdbwJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nU8SBsjqlZ8/s1600-h/0119AA032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R-nZiVdbwJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nU8SBsjqlZ8/s320/0119AA032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181912030165844114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had to confess, when I was broken up with the winds of change. But never had I got enough courage to tell myself, and it went again and again, over and over and eventually when I woke up this morning, I knew a new spark is thrilling me up. Maybe GOD has something else for me in his store. Suddenly I am feeling so pleased and blessed, and I never knew if I had a shock just a day back in past. So, whenever people do sleep, they do wake up too (Argh, arbit! ), they respire the fresh air in the morning, they take a walk on the seashore, they jog, they have mirth and so do I, not everything, but yeah, again some part of it. I respire! And rest of the world makes me doing this! I do accept your challenge, LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea, how I am going to live for next couple of months, but there is an instinct which may be incipient enough for me to take the revenge on all my confessions. I never have worked hard, even never it seemed like “harder”, to get or achieve any thing I ever wished for. So, maybe this is the time for me to cheer myself and wake up early in the morning and live happily throughout the day till it dawns. And I mean it perfectly, whatever I wrote in last sentence!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-965354274434138211?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/965354274434138211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=965354274434138211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/965354274434138211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/965354274434138211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-mean-it-not-it.html' title='I mean it, not IT!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R-nZiVdbwJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nU8SBsjqlZ8/s72-c/0119AA032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-2762321135881601160</id><published>2008-03-03T00:22:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T01:16:29.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prefacing "a walk to remember"</title><content type='html'>Well! To please you, my beloved Dee, here I come!&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;-   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long time since I have scribbled and wrote something insane in my blog. Looking back at 4 long years reminds me of some of the sweetest and sourest moments, back through the beginning of this so-called professional training life where we confront with lot of mathematical explanations of technologies and there interpretations and applications. The question is, why would I bother sitting and penning down the things, right down the memory lane, more precisely, through the memory lanes. I can say it will be right from my heart, but I may even excuse like, I will try my level best to keep my judgment undisclosed to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other me&lt;/span&gt;.  Other me? Even I don't know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, people, as we call it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;junta, &lt;/span&gt;may even feel shock-surprised and I may overreact reading me and myself again and again, substantially finding out that I have just scribbled here and there like a mediocre. So am I! :D! Ok, let me take it like this, the note which I am gonna take here, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a walk to remember&lt;/span&gt;, may be full of grammatical and other serious errors, which can even go beyond the limit, for that, Thank God, I am not paying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogwala &lt;/span&gt;to take care of my spells and grammatical mistakes. Later on, it can be well found out, how proper I could have made usage of a particular word. It's all about "Go-about-words-formats-and-usages".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Letting it be done, I always had have a personal instinct to play around and write something like the life I spent here at CUSAT. It's simply like preparing and gearing up to post into a popular and coveted thread among the puys, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I want to speak about CAT&lt;/span&gt;. So, I am gonna do it! Now on and on! Let's part it, say in four sequels, making it out for the four subsequent years that a poor fellow. beginning like a Freshman, spent here and feels like Andrew Eliot as in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Class &lt;/span&gt;by Erich Segal. To remind myself, Eliot wasn't a mediocre, but he really didn't had any fixed ambitions and expectations in his life, so the way I feel now, even though I can say that I  have 3 pretty job offers in my hand, to please myself and some definite part of you! So on and so forth, the gossips never ends when you wanna put your heart, throw it outward to make a shadowed heart and imagining it as if whole the world knows the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inner you&lt;/span&gt;. But it still casts a completely black heart, the shadowed part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone got the points, I have just conveyed? The answer may be a big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO. &lt;/span&gt;Ah, don't call me a pessimist or maniac. This hurts me, so badly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explore further!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-2762321135881601160?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2762321135881601160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=2762321135881601160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/2762321135881601160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/2762321135881601160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2008/03/prefacing-walk-to-remember.html' title='Prefacing &quot;a walk to remember&quot;'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-6939985200843092452</id><published>2007-12-29T22:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:21:34.442+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India Gate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qutub Minar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SSB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Fort'/><title type='text'>Tour Pics Reloaded!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Just trying out with some recent snaps that we took during my stay at &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While visiting "Qutub" on December, 22nd, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aJbj_7uHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CKfTdP-bUuk/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aJbj_7uHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CKfTdP-bUuk/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149454330557610098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In "someone's" mausoleum ... Sid is trying hard to know who this "someone" is.&lt;/span&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aJTj_7uGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/z_p6skl0XUM/s1600-h/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aJTj_7uGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/z_p6skl0XUM/s400/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149454193118656610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This looks lil perfect..!&lt;/span&gt;&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aJLz_7uFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_VTmAE7TUoQ/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aJLz_7uFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/_VTmAE7TUoQ/s400/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149454059974670418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The finest pic that Deeps took.. . i think she loves this kind of arts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aJDT_7uEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_5IJslKThUI/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aJDT_7uEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/_5IJslKThUI/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149453913945782338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some pics don't need to be captioned..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aIwj_7uCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/J6P6D4iUkk4/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aIwj_7uCI/AAAAAAAAAJE/J6P6D4iUkk4/s400/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149453591823235106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sid came all the way to take care of us as a guide and a historian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aIfj_7uBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ie_GKRLQ3g4/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aIfj_7uBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ie_GKRLQ3g4/s400/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149453299765458962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"hey Sid.. look at that..we must try out there something ...can you see what i am looking at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aIVz_7uAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/o28nrNq6UVA/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aIVz_7uAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/o28nrNq6UVA/s400/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149453132261734402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It must have gone imperfect...isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aIOT_7t_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/yijWSQC9zq0/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aIOT_7t_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/yijWSQC9zq0/s400/27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149453003412715506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's a great idea to be a photographer... do you bother symmetry too..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aIID_7t-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/mfKpKfWVFVs/s1600-h/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aIID_7t-I/AAAAAAAAAIk/mfKpKfWVFVs/s400/28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149452896038533090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Come-on young man.. let's have a snap..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aICT_7t9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9hWHAI2qRRQ/s1600-h/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aICT_7t9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/9hWHAI2qRRQ/s400/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149452797254285266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Dee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Awe&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :-/&lt;/span&gt;... i really didn't mean to scare him." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[mum's caught in action to keep her kid from an alien]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aH5j_7t8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/PAIyYS1eWYQ/s1600-h/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aH5j_7t8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/PAIyYS1eWYQ/s400/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149452646930429890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We both, sid n me.. just tried to climb few more steps up this rocky structure.. deeps captured us in action... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHvT_7t7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/dycDjRAyMUM/s1600-h/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHvT_7t7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/dycDjRAyMUM/s400/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149452470836770738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How I made it.. the tree having its roots up in the sky..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHpz_7t6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PMFsdrmyr_w/s1600-h/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHpz_7t6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/PMFsdrmyr_w/s400/32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149452376347490210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do we have another "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PISA&lt;/span&gt;" out here...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHjz_7t5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/9LQauCKrqds/s1600-h/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHjz_7t5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/9LQauCKrqds/s400/33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149452273268275090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never imagined "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;QUTUB&lt;/span&gt;" looks so gargantuan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHfD_7t4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sTxwh3TWHxo/s1600-h/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHfD_7t4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/sTxwh3TWHxo/s400/34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149452191663896450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sid told this one must be the "Persian" script.. looks so..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While visiting "India Gate" and "Red Fort" on December, 23rd, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHYj_7t3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/MlRa0UI52Dw/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHYj_7t3I/AAAAAAAAAHs/MlRa0UI52Dw/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149452079994746738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bass band displaying SSB's theme at INDIA Gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SSB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;: Sashastra Sena Bal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHQD_7t2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/VUOm7mT5cIE/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHQD_7t2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/VUOm7mT5cIE/s400/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149451933965858658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a bright sunny Sunday at the Red fort.&lt;/span&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHEz_7t0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Yr8uR-1hYWs/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aHEz_7t0I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Yr8uR-1hYWs/s400/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149451740692330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Two kids flocked around as we were about to leave the Red fort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGoT_7twI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YQw91h9lBPI/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGoT_7twI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YQw91h9lBPI/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149451251066058498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bass band of SSB gearing up for a display at India Gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGfz_7tvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tpOTeGv9ibY/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGfz_7tvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tpOTeGv9ibY/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149451105037170418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um mm...!! SSB jawans geed up for a snap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGaz_7tuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZesTSdmQYSk/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGaz_7tuI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZesTSdmQYSk/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149451019137824482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nanha munna rahi hun, desh ka sipahi hun...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGUD_7ttI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1BY4apR4eMg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGUD_7ttI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1BY4apR4eMg/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450903173707474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wondered, how do they make things so funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGPT_7tsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ypfx4kFIpqo/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGPT_7tsI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ypfx4kFIpqo/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450821569328834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Symmetry ...it simply interests me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGHT_7trI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ET2uqW-xHO4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGHT_7trI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ET2uqW-xHO4/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450684130375346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Where she goes.. where she goes again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGBz_7tqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6ACVagkS3Xo/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aGBz_7tqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/6ACVagkS3Xo/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450589641094818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jazz band of SSB in action for a display at India Gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aFhT_7tpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/D7Oky3SAiBY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aFhT_7tpI/AAAAAAAAAF8/D7Oky3SAiBY/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149450031295346322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even till now, i love to play around with this sorta fizzes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aEfj_7toI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DnaE3YNAK0E/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aEfj_7toI/AAAAAAAAAF0/DnaE3YNAK0E/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149448901718947458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love my INDIA! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aEAD_7tnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NnaiGK23OiI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aEAD_7tnI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NnaiGK23OiI/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149448360553068146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The band of bagpipers, Sashastra Sena Bal (SSB), displaying at India Gate, it was extraordinary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-6939985200843092452?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6939985200843092452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=6939985200843092452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/6939985200843092452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/6939985200843092452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/12/pics-reloaded.html' title='Tour Pics Reloaded!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/R3aJbj_7uHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/CKfTdP-bUuk/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-6514659506504186638</id><published>2007-09-23T13:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:46:56.964+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Very useful - Chinese Remainder Theorem</title><content type='html'>Here i come with amazing articles available on following links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a fun reading and working on it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_remainder_theorem"&gt;Chinese Remainder Theorem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cut-the-knot.org/blue/chinese.shtml"&gt;Chinese Remainder Theorem(2)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pagalguy.com/forum/564125-post1858.html"&gt;Notes on Remainder Theorem&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little deviated... but worth a read..&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Game_theory"&gt; Game Theory&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-6514659506504186638?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6514659506504186638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=6514659506504186638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/6514659506504186638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/6514659506504186638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/very-useful-chinese-remainder-theorem.html' title='Very useful - Chinese Remainder Theorem'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-7742654525684380620</id><published>2007-09-22T23:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:49:32.705+05:30</updated><title type='text'>....stepping ahead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here i begin ... and here i come to ace you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/1973661.cms" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_section_end --&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-7742654525684380620?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/7742654525684380620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=7742654525684380620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/7742654525684380620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/7742654525684380620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/stepping-ahead.html' title='....stepping ahead...'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-3486159488556105516</id><published>2007-09-16T23:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:14:25.764+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I lose it all... don't let me fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/graphics/1188617718.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 601px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="601" alt="" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/graphics/1188617718.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, i am full with reminiscences of our talks, leg pullings...etc etc...! I just can't confess...! I miss u a lot. I miss you! That's all i have to write today. Rest is nothing but just few lines taken from the song Addicted (Enrique)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am wasted away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I made a million mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I too late?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is a storm in my head;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it rains on my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when you are not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm not afraid of dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but I am afraid of losing you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I'm addicted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm out of control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but you're the drug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that keeps me from dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I'm a liar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but all I really know is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're the only reason I'm trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss u a lot dear, don't let me fall...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-3486159488556105516?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/3486159488556105516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=3486159488556105516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/3486159488556105516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/3486159488556105516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-lose-it-all-dont-let-me-fall.html' title='I lose it all... don&apos;t let me fall'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-618294372873524591</id><published>2007-09-13T03:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-13T03:37:28.091+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Countdown begins....! beef it up...!</title><content type='html'>I counted it! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;63&lt;/span&gt; days...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; Sundays...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; Saturdays.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;sets of weekdays... just before the D-Day.&lt;br /&gt;All i need to crack is all the hurdles to crack. Strengths...weaknesses.. accuracy.. speed...and after all CAT ... these are the words i am living by these days. Mocks  ...Well..most (though very few) of 'em i take in my room only....after a dreadful performance in open aimcat and simcat with %iles around 88 in each of 'em... Honing it up.... though i am not participating in BBLT, DT etc on PG.com. ... coming up... a fresh work plan... for coming two months...considering btech curricula.. and end sems...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, enough time spent here...! Will be updating it soon...! lemme begin afresh....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-618294372873524591?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/618294372873524591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=618294372873524591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/618294372873524591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/618294372873524591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/countdown-begins-beef-it-up.html' title='Countdown begins....! beef it up...!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-5238473274707751247</id><published>2007-09-13T01:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-13T03:20:52.355+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All that glitters is not gold ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 minutes for 0200 Hrs&lt;/span&gt;... I don't care what clock at one's end points to..! Here, this is what and when life begins, say around the corner or edge of this earth, beloved place of social and humanized human being. Now, after a huge gap, i am here to write about the thoughts i made in my complex and weird mind just few days back when i was lost digging in for the measures of relational conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th sept, 2300 hrs: &lt;/span&gt;A message enters my inbox as I was trying to fix the drafter on my drawing board and gearing up for whole night work on sheet after having a general talk with friends. Sudden changes happened and i went just pointless about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what to do&lt;/span&gt; after reading the message. I found it really hard to either work or sleep. There was no other way left behind, despites i turned off the lights after unusual conversations which kept me getting out of control more and more... i was totally angered and distracted. So i later, decided, better to have a phone talk...have deal with it and feel better for just a give away. I was completely disparaged and depreciated...! After hanging it up... dark room... me on bed...a sleepless monster....cries and relieves ...cries and relieves.... boosted....boasted.... and finally lost my self-control.. i broke up. Thanks to my swinging mood .... i swear.... it all happened after a deep thought... physically and mentally tiredness brought me a one hour sleep at around 0500 hrs. I woke up around 0600 hrs and forgot everything to work my ass off over the drawing sheet, though reminiscences were coming up but it was all over then... relationship had no more meaning.. it already had went senseless... And still the heart beats... every second.... every moment...It has never forgot everything except beating...! These were my morsels of emotions which i carried through and i felt, i am getting used to it.  And life is still going on....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing which i noticed was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about kids&lt;/span&gt;. Just look at them once... look into their small glittering eyes... they would never get shut to keep staring at you with awesome looks. Kids have no worries, no barriers unless they are forced tactfully to be so and so....They never say no when you ask them for a kiss.. a hug... they simply stretch out their arms to hug you and when you find them friendly, they always like to be with you....whether you play cricket or carom with them or you watch shows of Tom and Jerry on Cartoon Network....they never get hurried. They are the purest form of heart on this planet apart form all the complexities of life... look at them.. do care for them....they are too lovely.... have them friends....!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-5238473274707751247?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/5238473274707751247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=5238473274707751247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/5238473274707751247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/5238473274707751247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-confess.html' title='All that glitters is not gold ....'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-4966248115859681157</id><published>2007-09-11T23:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:27:20.390+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nuclear Power'/><title type='text'>New era of Nuclear Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A nuclear revival is welcome so long as the industry does not repeat its old mistakes&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;    IN MARCH 1986 this newspaper celebrated “The Charm of Nuclear Power” on its cover. The timing wasn't great. The following month, an accident at a reactor at Chernobyl in Ukraine spread radioactivity over Europe and despair in the Western world's nuclear industry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some countries never lost their enthusiasm for nuclear power. It provides three-quarters of French electricity. Developing countries have continued to build nuclear plants apace. But elsewhere in the West, Chernobyl, along with the accident at Three Mile Island in Pennsylvania in 1979, sent the industry into a decline. The public got scared. The regulatory environment tightened, raising costs. Billions were spent bailing out lossmaking nuclear-power companies. The industry became a byword for mendacity, secrecy and profligacy with taxpayers' money. For two decades neither governments nor bankers wanted to touch it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now nuclear power has a second chance. Its revival is most visible in America (see &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/opinion/displaystory.cfm?story_id=9762843&amp;CFID=18306485&amp;amp;CFTOKEN=75061641"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;), where power companies are preparing to flood the Nuclear Regulatory Commission with applications to build new plants. But the tide seems to be turning in other countries, too. Finland is building a reactor. The British government is preparing the way for new planning regulations. In Australia, which has plenty of uranium but no reactors, the prime minister, John Howard, says nuclear power is “inevitable”. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Managed properly, a nuclear revival could be a good thing. But the industry and the governments keen to promote it look like repeating some of the mistakes that gave it a bad name in the first place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;a name="it's_going_nuclear's_way"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's going nuclear's way&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Geopolitics, technology (see &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/opinion/displaystory.cfm?story_id=9719029&amp;CFID=18306485&amp;amp;CFTOKEN=75061641"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;), economics and the environment are all changing in nuclear power's favour. Western governments are concerned that most of the world's oil and gas is in the hands of hostile or shaky governments. Much of the nuclear industry's raw material, uranium, by contrast, is conveniently located in friendly places such as Australia and Canada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simpler designs cut maintenance and repair costs. Shut-downs are now far less frequent, so that a typical station in America is now online 90% of the time, up from less than 50% in the 1970s. New “passive safety” features can shut a reactor down in an emergency without the need for human intervention. Handling waste may get easier. America plans to embrace a new approach in which the most radioactive portion of the waste from conventional nuclear power stations is isolated and burned in “fast” reactors. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Technology has thus improved nuclear's economics. So has the squeeze on fossil fuels. Nuclear power stations are hugely expensive to build but very cheap to run. Gas-fired power stations—the bulk of new build in the 1980s and 1990s—are the reverse. Since gas provides the extra power needed when demand rises, the gas price sets the electricity price. Costly gas has therefore made existing nuclear plants tremendously profitable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The latest boost to nuclear has come from climate change. Nuclear power offers the possibility of large quantities of baseload electricity that is cleaner than coal, more secure than gas and more reliable than wind. And if cars switch from oil to electricity, the demand for power generated from carbon-free sources will increase still further. The industry's image is thus turning from black to green.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nuclear power's moral makeover has divided its enemies. Some environmentalists retain their antipathy to it, but green gurus such as James Lovelock, Stewart Brand and Patrick Moore have changed their minds and embraced it. Public opinion, confused about how best to save the planet, seems to be coming round. A recent British poll showed 30% of the population against nuclear power, compared with 60% three years ago. An American poll in March this year showed 50% in favour of expanding nuclear power, up from 44% in 2001.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;a name="fear_of_fission"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fear of fission&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet the economics of nuclear still look uncertain. That's partly because its green virtues do not show up in its costs, since fossil-fuel power generation does not pay for the environmental damage it does. But it is also because nuclear combines huge fixed costs with political risk. Companies fear that, after they have invested billions in a plant, the political tide will turn once more and bankrupt them. Investors therefore remain nervous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How, then, to get new plants built? America's solution is to lard the industry with money. That is the wrong answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nuclear and other clean energy sources do indeed deserve a hand from governments—but through a carbon tax which reflects the benefits of clean energy, not through subsidies to cover political risk. Exposure to public nervousness is a cost of doing business in the nuclear industry, just as exposure to volatile prices is a cost in the gas industry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It may be that fears of nuclear power are overblown: after all, the &lt;span class="scaps"&gt;UN&lt;/span&gt; figure of around 4,000 eventual deaths as a result of the Chernobyl accident is lower than the official annual death-rate in Chinese coal mines. Yet there are good reasons for public concern. Nuclear waste is difficult to dispose of. More civil nuclear technology around the world increases the chance of weapons proliferation. Terrorists could attack plants or steal nuclear fuel. Voters will support nuclear power only if they believe that governments and the nuclear industry are doing their best to limit those risks, and that such risks are small enough to be worth taking in the interests of cheap, clean energy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the reasons why the public turned against nuclear power last time round is that it found itself bailing the industry out. It would be wrong, not just for taxpayers but also for the industry, to set up another lot of cosy deals with governments. The nuclear industry needs to persuade people that it is clean, cheap and safe enough to rely on without a government crutch. If it can't, it doesn't deserve a second chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Source: http://www.economist.com/opinion/displayStory.cfm?Story_ID=9767699&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-4966248115859681157?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4966248115859681157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=4966248115859681157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/4966248115859681157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/4966248115859681157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-era-of-nuclear-power.html' title='New era of Nuclear Power'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-2037690116918367409</id><published>2007-08-17T06:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-17T07:35:13.866+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rivalry with pursuits ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Estella&lt;/strong&gt;.... the character i was introduced with this early morning, when a message entered my inbox around 4:50 a.m. Am i standing at Pip's position who tells his story autobiographically in “&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Expectations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;” by Charles Dickens ? And is she's been trained to live Estella's way?&lt;br /&gt;.........As a vaquisher, so i am, do i think Pip's way? ...... Or as a loser, am i the kind of man who's being pursued?... Tell me, what are my great expectations?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-2037690116918367409?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2037690116918367409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=2037690116918367409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/2037690116918367409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/2037690116918367409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/rivalry-with-pursuits.html' title='Rivalry with pursuits ...'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-6108797570702428628</id><published>2007-08-17T01:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:21:34.622+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freakonomics'/><title type='text'>Freaky, the mediocre, beloved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; I want to yell... can you hear me... can you?? It wasn't so far.... that a guy who was beloved and cared... wept to store cupfuls of tears. My last post indicated my vis-à-vis with love and affection…call me painstaking, my obstinacies or discouraging or whatever be…. but defining this life of keeping trusts and faiths is not that easy task. Well the going has to go on … but being perpetual is my motto of life… I’d never stop… I never have learnt to stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099402740487357474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/RsS3xlFnBCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mwDVrtAARMY/s400/freakonomics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Currently the economics theory as taught in “&lt;strong&gt;FREAKONOMICS&lt;/strong&gt;”, by Levitt and Dubner, has caught my attention. I never have been a student of eco, but while growing up, i saw my &lt;em&gt;bhaiya&lt;/em&gt;, reading the economics books based on several theories like Macro-economy, Micro-economy, Econo-matrix… etc… As brother told me that time, don’t ever treat economics as an art paper… its completely scientific and has close relations with public behavior and interrelationship… a whole psychological status phenomena and relativistic concepts. Marginal cost, marginal revenue…blah blah blah… Index variations in NSE, SENSEX, Rupee vs US $..….I always wondered that what do these things mean and how it affects the economy of a nation. Now, I have a gist on these things…. So, I am finding it wonderful to study the different case studies and practicalities as presented in the book. Though, I didn’t grasp the Cheating Algorithm implemented by Chicago schoolteachers completely... will take a recap soon… needs lot of attention… though! I anticipated, Paul Feldman would not have started off that straight way ... to sell off his bagels. Executive level was found more corruptible than salesman level…. how to reel it off, i wonder! Two more cases are left ... hope I finish it by tonight.. ! Enough time is spent on blogger now… time to go back to freak out with economics (not an engineering paper :D ) ...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-6108797570702428628?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6108797570702428628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=6108797570702428628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/6108797570702428628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/6108797570702428628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/freaky-mediocre-beloved.html' title='Freaky, the mediocre, beloved!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/RsS3xlFnBCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mwDVrtAARMY/s72-c/freakonomics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-2948656302251919330</id><published>2007-08-05T09:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-05T10:28:19.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I would better survive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; All this time I can't believe I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;kept in the dark but you were there in front of me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems&lt;br /&gt;got to open my eyes to everything&lt;br /&gt;without a thought without a voice without a soul&lt;br /&gt;don't let me die here&lt;br /&gt;there must be something more&lt;br /&gt;bring me to life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what being in love demands. I have felt it and realized that it's so painful, but still if you have got the feeling, you have got to share them with the one you love. She says, she trust me, she likes me, she believe me, she adore talking with me, she takes my classes - i take hers.... but why this relationship gives you a sweet taste and sometimes get rotten with general misconceptions. People admire and feel great being in love, and how they learn surviving? Is it so easy! I wonder..! No, my case demands more and more survival and outcast. Enduring the fashionable and flavorsome love and affection and being perpetual .. whats wrong in it? Apart from all this i have few words to say about my life@(ehl o vee ee)! I want to yell the deadlocks but my heart stops me! I know she's got certain limitations and family constraints.... i still have to say.. lets get to know each other as much as possible.... she too agrees. We shall go on, and will face it when time comes...! I don't believe in dreams and the world of imagining, but when i dream  of our friendship, love and affection, i wish the dream come true one day in my life. So i've got to survive! Lets go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Blurring and stirring  - the truth and the lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I don't know what's real and what's not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Always confusing the thoughts in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So I can't trust myself anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm dying again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm going under &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Drowning in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm falling forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I've got to break through! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-2948656302251919330?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2948656302251919330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=2948656302251919330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/2948656302251919330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/2948656302251919330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-would-better-survive.html' title='I would better survive!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-3507744949221056975</id><published>2007-07-23T12:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:25:14.879+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever loved a woman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you love a woman you tell her&lt;br /&gt;that she's really wanted&lt;br /&gt;When you love a woman you tell her that she's the one&lt;br /&gt;Cuz she needs somebody to tell her&lt;br /&gt;that it's gonna last forever&lt;br /&gt;So tell me have you ever really&lt;br /&gt;- really really ever loved a woman?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-3507744949221056975?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/3507744949221056975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=3507744949221056975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/3507744949221056975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/3507744949221056975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/07/have-you-ever-loved-woman.html' title='Have you ever loved a woman?'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-4212952224836174131</id><published>2007-07-05T23:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:58:46.451+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The God of Small Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Review'/><title type='text'>Take on .. Take on..! Hurry up!</title><content type='html'>Hurry up man..! But why? It's pretty cool night and clocking around 00:00 Hrs.. ! But still i am in hurry .. I don't know why .... Perhaps i am running short of time..  need to finish it all by tomorrow... some sections remaining .. and time is running out....! Piss off...! Time to Cut-Copy-(and finally)Paste! So the following is my take on the discussion going on a &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/CommMsgs.aspx?cmm=5529&amp;tid=2540267529766642472&amp;amp;start=1"&gt;thread on Orkut&lt;/a&gt; which has to decide whether the work of Arundhati Roy on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The God of Small Things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is worth a good read or not..! Amused..! dun worry .. it happens.. but sometimes only..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.... It is really amusing to know that such thread is going on about deciding whether 'The God of Small Things' by Arundhati Roy is a good read or a bad one..! While reading the book... personally i never felt like something is going odd or so irrelevant . Each and every part of the book is so commendable that one's words will fall short of explaining it. Awesome Read.... !! And one thing i liked about it,  the art of presentation is very beautiful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However i do agree with Gautam's statement that .. whenever Roy speaks for media or whatever be ... it goes off so controversial often and that is only due to her critical and straight forward statements, i think so .. Whats bad in being a man/woman of clear thoughts and clear perception! I am afraid, but this is really the dark age of Indian Politics which doesn't deserve any word of extol if we total it on an average! So, i totally disagree that the book of interest needs even a single groan!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-4212952224836174131?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4212952224836174131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=4212952224836174131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/4212952224836174131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/4212952224836174131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/07/take-on-take-on-hurry-up.html' title='Take on .. Take on..! Hurry up!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-1233692998846538723</id><published>2007-06-25T09:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-25T09:42:54.253+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Extent of Madness</title><content type='html'>Being a PGite, who won't like to know his/her madness level...! :D&lt;br /&gt;All are sane but still possess insanity about something .. say CATting..! :P&lt;br /&gt;I would love to wear the certified pagal &lt;strong&gt;Tee&lt;/strong&gt; one day.. ! sooner or later..!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Chandoo (&lt;a href="http://www.pagalguy.com/"&gt;PG&lt;/a&gt; name)! I took the test today and and the result was something like this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#d3d3d3" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;hr style="COLOR: #ff8c00; HEIGHT: 20px" width="84%" size="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 84% Pagal. &lt;a href="http://geocities.com/chandoo_d/howmuch.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Test Your Madness&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems this is the right time to get promoted from trainee to expert pagal..! :-) .. Ok..Done..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-1233692998846538723?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/1233692998846538723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=1233692998846538723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/1233692998846538723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/1233692998846538723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/06/extent-of-madness.html' title='Extent of Madness'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-3711057934177436016</id><published>2007-06-18T23:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:21:34.869+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Article'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biology'/><title type='text'>A good article - Biological Big - Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today, I read, infact loved to read a good article related to scientific revamps and revolutionizing RNA (Ribonucleic Acid) into  life sciences.   The article was mainly focused to emphasize the recent growth in the biological world and the RNA revolution has to store the full credit for it. The article was quoted -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;What physics was to the 20th century, biology will be to the 21st—and RNA  will be a vital part of it&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here goes the full article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="fly-title"&gt;The RNA revolution&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h1 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biology's Big Bang&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/RnbRlajBkMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-555O-7kGRw/s1600-h/2407LD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/RnbRlajBkMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-555O-7kGRw/s400/2407LD1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077476070618403010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;NATURE is full of surprises. When atoms were first proved to exist (and that  was a mere century ago), they were thought to be made only of electrons and  protons. That explained a lot, but it did not quite square with other  observations. Then, in 1932, James Chadwick discovered the neutron. Suddenly  everything made sense—so much sense that it took only another 13 years to build  an atomic bomb.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is probably no exaggeration to say that biology is now undergoing its  “neutron moment”. For more than half a century the fundamental story of living  things has been a tale of the interplay between genes, in the form of &lt;span class="scaps"&gt;DNA&lt;/span&gt;, and proteins, which the genes encode and which do the  donkey work of keeping living organisms living. The past couple of years,  however, have seen the rise and rise of a third type of molecule, called &lt;span class="scaps"&gt;RNA&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The analogy is not perfect. Unlike the neutron, &lt;span class="scaps"&gt;RNA&lt;/span&gt;  has been known about for a long time. Until the past couple of years, however,  its role had seemed restricted to fetching and carrying for &lt;span class="scaps"&gt;DNA&lt;/span&gt; and proteins. Now &lt;span class="scaps"&gt;RNA&lt;/span&gt; looks  every bit as important as those two masters. It may, indeed, be the main  regulator of what goes on in a cell—the cell's operating system, to draw a  computing analogy—as well as the author of many other activities (see &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/displaystory.cfm?story_id=9333471&amp;CFID=9734773&amp;amp;CFTOKEN=29848423"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;).  As important, molecular biologists have gone from thinking that they know  roughly what is going on in their subject to suddenly realising that they have  barely a clue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That might sound a step backwards; in fact, it is how science works. The  analogy with physics is deeper than just that between &lt;span class="scaps"&gt;RNA&lt;/span&gt; and the neutron. There is in biology at the moment a  sense of barely contained expectations reminiscent of the physical sciences at  the beginning of the 20th century. It is a feeling of advancing into the  unknown, and that where this advance will lead is both exciting and  mysterious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" name="know_thine_enemy"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Know thine enemy&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;As Samuel Goldwyn so wisely advised, never make predictions—especially about  the future. But here is one: the analogy between 20th-century physics and  21st-century biology will continue, for both good and ill. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p face="trebuchet ms"&gt;Physics gave two things to the 20th century. The most obvious gift was power  over nature. That power was not always benign, as the atomic bomb showed. But if  the 20th century was distinguished by anything from its predecessors, that  distinctive feature was physical technology, from motor cars and aeroplanes to  computers and the internet. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is too early to be sure if the distinguishing feature of the 21st century  will be biological technology, but there is a good chance that it will be.  Simple genetic engineering is now routine; indeed, the first patent application  for an artificial living organism has recently been filed (see &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/displaystory.cfm?story_id=9333408&amp;CFID=9734773&amp;amp;CFTOKEN=29848423"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt;).  Both the idea of such an organism and the idea that someone might own the rights  to it would have been science fiction even a decade ago. And it is not merely  that such things are now possible. The other driving force of technological  change—necessity—is also there. Many of the big problems facing humanity are  biological, or are susceptible to biological intervention. The question of how  to deal with an ageing population is one example. Climate change, too, is  intimately bound up with biology since it is the result of carbon dioxide going  into the air faster than plants can remove it. And the risk of a new, lethal  infection suddenly becoming pandemic as a result of modern transport links  (see&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/displaystory.cfm?story_id=9340488&amp;CFID=9734773&amp;amp;CFTOKEN=29848423"&gt;  article&lt;/a&gt;) is as biological as it gets. Even the fact that such an infection  might itself be the result of synthetic biology only emphasises the biological  nature of future risks.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the moment, policymakers have inadequate technological tools to deal with  these questions. But it is not hard to imagine such tools. Ageing is directly  biological. It probably cannot be stopped, but knowing how cells work—really  knowing—will allow the process to be transformed for the better. At least part  of the answer to climate change is fuel that grows, rather than fuel that is dug  up. Only biotechnology can create that. And infections, pandemic or otherwise,  are best dealt with by vaccines, which take a long time to develop. If cells  were truly understood, that process might speed up to the point where the  vaccine was ready in time to do something useful. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But physics gave the 20th century a more subtle boon than mere power. It also  brought an understanding of the vastness of the universe and humanity's  insignificant place in it. It allowed people, in William Blake's phrase, to hold  infinity in the palm of a hand, and eternity in an hour.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" name="know_thyself"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h2 style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Know thyself&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Biology, though, does more than describe humanity's place in the universe. It  describes humanity itself. And here, surprisingly, the rise of &lt;span class="scaps"&gt;RNA&lt;/span&gt; may be an important part of that description. Ever since  the human-genome project was completed, it has puzzled biologists that animals,  be they worms, flies or people, all seem to have about the same number of genes  for proteins—around 20,000. Yet flies are more complex than worms, and people  are more complex than either. Traditional genes are thus not as important as  proponents of human nature had suspected nor as proponents of nurture had  feared. Instead, the solution to the puzzle seems to lie in the &lt;span class="scaps"&gt;RNA&lt;/span&gt; operating system of the cells. This gets bigger with each  advance in complexity. And it is noticeably different in a human from that in  the brain of a chimpanzee.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If &lt;span class="scaps"&gt;RNA&lt;/span&gt; is controlling the complexity of the whole  organism, that suggests the operating system of each cell is not only running  the cell in question, but is linking up with those of the other cells when a  creature is developing. To push the analogy, organs such as the brain are the  result of a biological internet. If that is right, the search for the essence of  humanity has been looking in the wrong genetic direction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, such results are speculative and primitive. But that is the point.  Lord Rutherford, who proved that atoms exist, knew nothing of neutrons. Chadwick  knew nothing of quarks, let alone supersymmetry. Modern biologists are equally  ignorant. But eventually, the truth will out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/"&gt; The Economist&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-3711057934177436016?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/3711057934177436016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=3711057934177436016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/3711057934177436016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/3711057934177436016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-article-biological-big-bang.html' title='A good article - Biological Big - Bang'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/RnbRlajBkMI/AAAAAAAAAE0/-555O-7kGRw/s72-c/2407LD1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-2108105436742627007</id><published>2007-06-14T15:46:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:01:27.312+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Time to begin baby ! tera tempo bahot low hai !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;June 14th !! till now what i did ?? nothing...!! null....!! whats this, only 5 months left now, planned anything, developed strategy?? Ahhhhh.. grrrrrr..!!! Nothing is fixed as of now.... poor show dude...! And you haven't started yet...!!! How fool you are, playing with your precious time...!!&lt;/span&gt; Well, all these things are cropping up in my mind now and they are completely irresistible for me... So, to swerve my mind to a calm state, started searching for some web sources where i can find out some IIM getters story to rise my tempo level....Sucks ... m damn low at that now....! though, i kept reading blogs and posts on PG.. these days sitting on the chair for long hours and searching on internet haphazardly.... Thank God! Google and PG helping me a lot to get some materials, concepts and strategic points for the long run. now i just need to get set and go...!! At least now there is no point to make any delay.... because, i feel i have to regain my Quant basics and DI can only be sharpened with lot of practice and of course Verbal requires lot of attention and care too.... Oh God...please help me.. i am loosing my grip...! Here i am pasting what i found today, excerpts of an interview of an IIM Ahmedabad alumni, running his Educational Consultancy, is very good and kind of booster for me.... !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Most of the CAT aspirants have already given up hope on IIMs even before starting preparation for CAT. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Well, this is a result of twin factors. One, most of the students taking CAT, in their 20 years of upbringing have never been exposed to an entrance exam. To add to this, the kind of aura that has been attached to CAT by the media, students and the bunch of coaching institutes mushrooming in the market makes the aspirant vulnerable to succumbing at the slightest confusion caused by the myths making rounds in the market about CAT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Let’s expose these Myths!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myth 1: Success ratio in IIMs is 1:120&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, we will have to separate IIMs from CAT. By my experience I can say that almost two-third of the students taking CAT are not targeting IIMs in the first place. They are targeting host of other institutes affiliated to CAT. They would not have even applied to IIMs if each IIM were charging a separate fee for entrance forms like the other CAT affiliated institutes. So this leaves us with 40,000 students and a ratio of 1:40.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go a step further. CAT is an exam that requires a lot of perseverance. However roughly only 50 per cent of students are able to persevere through the preparation period and are prepared to their best level on the day of CAT. So if you are taking CAT and seriously targeting IIMs and are ready to sweat it out till the CAT day, your chance of making it to IIMs will be 1:20.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Better?!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myth 2: Maths Genius + Vocab Stud + 800 wpm Reading Speed = IIM Call&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to the popular belief, CAT is not a test to gauge mathematical aptitude and verbal aptitude. CAT is recognized as one of the best tests in the world to check the management aptitude of the candidates. The candidate needs to be good in mathematical and verbal ability but if those were the only areas IIMs were testing, there was no need to design a complicated exam like CAT to test the same. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myth 3: The exam is getting tougher every year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, CAT 98 had 180 questions divided across 4 sections to be solved in 2 hours. So, a candidate was required to clear 4 sectional cut-offs and one overall cut-off in 2 hours. CAT 2004 contained 123 questions divided in three broad sections; hence a candidate was required to clear three sectional cut-offs and an overall cut-off in two hours. So a CAT taker in 2004 roughly had 50 per cent more time per question compared to a CAT aspirant in 1998. Of course, CAT in this period has moved from fundamental based test format to application-based questions.&lt;br /&gt;So CAT has evolved into an application based test which in its course not only checks the basic fundamentals but also how you apply these fundamentals, given the pressure cooker exam environment with multiple simultaneous goals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Myth 4: Speed and Accuracy match is what you need to crack CAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An aspirant may have a great accuracy level and high speed, but if he does not possess the right exam strategy and the right selection of questions he will land up in no man’s land.&lt;br /&gt;For a CAT taker one key trait is self-analysis. He needs to analyse his skills at regular interval and accordingly arrive at the right exam strategy. A CAT taker, who carries his ego up his sleeves on the day of CAT, will never be able to crack it. Rather he should use his presence of mind and keep an eye on the war (i.e. individual sections) rather than let his ego fight out each battle (i.e. each question) till the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Now, when the big myths have been shattered, let’s analyse why is CAT what it is today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAT — a test to check managerial aptitude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAT checks the exam taker on the essential traits of a manager apart from the quantitative and verbal fundamentals that are prerequisite for anyone joining the MBA programme. These essential traits include adaptability, stress management, analytical approach, decision-making skills, self-analytical skills, and competitive benchmarking. All these skills are required to crack CAT in one way or the other. Apart from these, a manager is supposed to be a team builder, growth-oriented individual and have good ethical values. He should be able to look into a problem from multi-disciplinary angle. These skills are tested in the attitude tests viz. Group Discussion and Personal Interview.&lt;br /&gt;So if you are able to get through the aptitude and attitude tests of CAT, you already have the right management aptitude and are fit for the revered team at IIMs to shape your future &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CAT — What it takes?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s understand what it takes to be a potential CAT cracker. Unlike college exams where one can slog it out, burn midnight lamps for 15 –20 days, solve last 5 years’ question papers and can still be sure to get a distinction, CAT preparation requires a single-minded effort, disciplined approach and a lot of perseverance. To be prepared for CAT, one needs to have maths &amp;amp; verbal logic as well as fundamentals in place. Mathematical and Verbal logic are a product of the way one has exposed himself to these logic areas over a period of time and cannot be mastered overnight. So, one should not be shocked if couple of people claim relatively good scores in Mock CATs without much of preparation. It only goes to say that their mathematical/verbal logic is in place. These candidates now need to work on capitalizing their logic upstart by giving due stress on mastering the maths/verbal fundamentals, striking the right exam strategy and getting that split second decision making in place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Remember, it’s not the most intelligent, most diligent or the most spirited who cracks CAT. Intelligence, diligence and motivation pay only if you are a smart test taker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-2108105436742627007?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2108105436742627007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=2108105436742627007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/2108105436742627007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/2108105436742627007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-to-begin-baby-tera-tempo-bahot-low.html' title='Time to begin baby ! tera tempo bahot low hai !'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-4840487324536147571</id><published>2007-06-13T09:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-13T11:49:39.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dudes, are they banning ORKUT !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ahh...! Dudes, days are going to be tough...! I have heard that your PM/PL/GL don't allow you to open Orkut and IMs at IBM and all other proxies like meebo are kept blocked. Even if you manage to get some new proxies which is unknown to the network administrator, &lt;em&gt;you are not supposed to do so&lt;/em&gt;. I pray to GOD and I wish, at least they allow Orkutting and PGing (there is no other way to get out of stress while working). This really &lt;em&gt;sucks&lt;/em&gt;....!!!! Now, 10 more months of B.Tech are left and they (not IBM People though) are planning to ban ORKUT. This is very shocking and dreadful news to all adored of Orkut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However reasons for banning ORKUT is very obvious to all. Such networking organizations makes one avail of opening any kind of discussion forums they want to talk about. I have been on Orkut for some 2 years. As a newbie, as all of us do, i found plethora of profiles and communities, which are interested largely to harm the prides of nations, celebs, saviors, and prominent personalities like Mahatma Gandhi, Pt. Nehru.... Erotic profiles with nude pictures have been proliferated these days. All we know orkut is affiliated to Google - a software Jumbo which is challenging Microsoft and Yahoo. Do we expect Google kind of company to offer us such kind of freedom?? This is true that world is a home for several communities having different paths and sometimes very opposite to each other. Orkut is offering all such bands to talk online whatever they want for. Lot of hate communities, rebellious organizations, millitant groups are using Orkut and other such networking sources  to spread there messages to the rest part of the world and their peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good example is ULFA (United Liberation Front of Asom ), the banned millitant BAND of Assam. ULFA frequently makes use of Internet to attract sympathizers for its cause, with ORKUT being used for the purpose. ULFA is a well known tech-savvy, with its pawn of "Freedom", which are updated on internet through orkut on a regular basis and the statements are e- mailed to the peers. There are some orkut profiles of such persons concerning ULFA which declares themselves as &lt;em&gt;Messiah&lt;/em&gt; and there scrapbooks and testimonials are found filled with supports and critics on opening such communities. They come up with the messages like India is a &lt;em&gt;terrorist&lt;/em&gt; country and Indians don't take care of Assamese. ULFA introduces their millitants as &lt;em&gt;Brave&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Soldiers&lt;/em&gt; and they aim "to bring together all the rebels and rebel groups of the northeastern region". Some members of these communities speak up against their community, with many other communities in ORKUT itself working on restoring peace in the state and NE region. Several communities are present, with huge memberships, which propagate a positive campaign and question the role of the militant groups in disturbing peace in the region in the name of struggle for sovereignty. The &lt;em&gt;anonymity&lt;/em&gt; ORKUT is offering to its users could be abused by ULFA members or supporters to attract sympathy for the outfit, especially among the upcomingma generation. To explore these kind of activities by ULFA, a very good article on &lt;a href="http://www.ibnlive.com/news/india/06_2007/ne-rebels-launch-hate-drive-on-orkut-42743.html"&gt;IBN Live&lt;/a&gt; is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the million dollar question which arises here is - &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Should we ban ORKUT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The recent news and happenings related to same what i mentioned above can be seen as a hot matter of talk among the orkut users. A bunch of orkut users, which i am a part of instead, login orkut to see their friends online, have a talk with them, hellos, byes, take cares..... There are many advantageous communities where people do share there views and ideas related to a particular matter of discussion whatever its span be - scientific, philosophy, spitituality, religious, cultural, chit-chats, puzzles, automobiles.... The activist group like &lt;em&gt;Shiv Sena&lt;/em&gt; in Maharashtra and Goa has come up with the urge of banning orkut completely. The &lt;em&gt;Shiv Sena&lt;/em&gt; has a point, what they're saying is valid in a certain context. The &lt;em&gt;'non-shining'&lt;/em&gt; India – close to 70 per cent or more – is not happy about some empowered 'haves' maligning their heroes. &lt;em&gt;'Shiv&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sena activists ransacking cyber cafes!'&lt;/em&gt; is the type of news which came up in nearest past. More recently Mumbai Police has asked to ban Google/Orkut to block such offending communities and profiles instead. Now personally i have few words to say. I am a &lt;em&gt;Trainee Pagal&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Puys&lt;/em&gt; exceeding number of posts greater than 30 and less than 100 are called Trainees - A PG &lt;em&gt;lingo&lt;/em&gt;.), using pagalguy (an online forum for CAT aspirants) for some 2 months and it has been very obvious that few moderators are there who themselves are PG members (mostly &lt;em&gt;Certified Pagals&lt;/em&gt;). These moderators are very strict if you post irrelevant things in particular thread, in fact they comment and direct you to go to the thread which is having a place for your post. So, this is one of the best example that how such kind of moderation fix you in a limit, which you can't go beyond. What i meant actually is, yes ofcourse we should ban, not orkut or google, but banning the malicious communities and profiles, which are intended to harm the peace and pride of a nation or people or a personality will do instead. Google should use some sort of moderations to restrain on such communities and profiles. This is the unanimous voice too, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T BAN ORKUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-4840487324536147571?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4840487324536147571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=4840487324536147571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/4840487324536147571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/4840487324536147571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/06/dudes-are-they-banning-orkut.html' title='Dudes, are they banning ORKUT !!!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-6219643402639840099</id><published>2007-06-12T14:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:57:33.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Superhero Persona</title><content type='html'>I tried an amazing website link today in quest of knowing my superman category....actually found this link from a &lt;a href="http://www.pagalguy.com/"&gt;PG&lt;/a&gt; pal's blog. The result was auspicious for me. Surprisingly and interestingly &lt;a href="http://siddheshjoglekar.blogspot.com/"&gt;sidhesh_j&lt;/a&gt; has also the same. The web itself suggests to copy and pasting the html codes in one's blog ...and that shows who you are :P&lt;br /&gt;Here goes what i found as the result for me....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="80"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 80%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Iron Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 55%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 45%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Flash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 45%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Supergirl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 35%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Batman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 35%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Catwoman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 35%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 20%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hulk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="left" noshade="noshade" size="4" width="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hot-headed.  You have strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;will power and a good imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/lantern2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Superhero am I?" quiz...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-6219643402639840099?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/6219643402639840099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=6219643402639840099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/6219643402639840099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/6219643402639840099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/06/superhero-persona.html' title='The Superhero Persona'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-8147554352330235559</id><published>2007-06-04T00:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-04T09:47:53.847+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2 days of thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh of relief ….!&lt;br /&gt;Just arrived in the campus…. Was at my home in Patna for last couple of days…&lt;br /&gt;Train was running late by 4 hrs… so finally I was getting bored when it was about to reach my destination… perhaps this would be my last journey from Patna to Cochin, as far as academic life is concerned. The last trip, I think, will be having in April’08 only. At that time I will be graduating and will be awarded with a B.Tech degree to become a fresh electrical and electronics engineer. However journey was, needless to say, quiet surprising, as I was again facing it the same way. A unique compartment with unique travelers, with whom I hardly found to speak a single word. Anyway, I didn’t speak anything, but we all had often conversations. Lot of words remained unspoken. It was feeling very strange and i was having a monologue after a long gap of time.... it happened and now i am able to recollect all of them.. about to write... !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-8147554352330235559?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/8147554352330235559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=8147554352330235559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/8147554352330235559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/8147554352330235559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/06/sigh-of-relief.html' title='2 days of thoughts'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-4450467476003196393</id><published>2007-05-20T06:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-20T07:34:39.892+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fachhas and Tuchhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ahhh...! WIMWIians are WIMWIians!&lt;br /&gt;And there lingo....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i saw a small video on youtube few days back. The video of length  1.11s, was about 2007, PGP  batch convocation. All WIMWIians were assembled together close to LKP in there convo uniforms. They started with a catchphrase "Muggo Fuchoon Muggo" ... so many times.. like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;narabazi&lt;/span&gt; and later came up with "Fachhon ki ***** Zig Zag Zig Zag ....". Hehehehe.. I couldn't stop myself and started googling haphazardly to know what they meant actually.  The listed links with keyword "Fuchha" were not that much in count. I selected a blog among them and read that interestingly to find it out that what they actually mean with this Fuchhas And Tuchhas. It was again a blog by one of the WIMWIians. wHe was recollecting his to years spent at iima campus, the  red walls. It was really enjoyable to read the log thoroughly. And at the end i came out with the results. Fuchhas and Fachhis - PGP1 junta and Tuchhas and Tuchhis - PGP2 junta. Gawd...! Great Lingo! Later i saw the same lingo so many times which were unveiled further on PaGaLGuy (an online forum for mba aspirant)  posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIMWIians Rock..!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-4450467476003196393?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/4450467476003196393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=4450467476003196393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/4450467476003196393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/4450467476003196393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/05/fachhas-and-tuchhas.html' title='Fachhas and Tuchhas'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-8050365214463276625</id><published>2007-05-19T22:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:58:19.856+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All about  "I"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hmm…. Long time.. No see... what’s going on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dee&lt;/st1:place&gt;…!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Where were you?? At least you should have written a word of your business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Okay … I am back finally…..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Well, I had to see lot of chaotic and significant stuffs in this fastidious semester which just became a part of the past, again the same past, which never redirects... every moment of my life with people around me, has let me think of myself that how positive i am going and I think I am growing up now. I think I am learning well, I am living, I am wondering and wandering, I am moving, I am sensing, I am feeling, I am chucking the flaws of life form, I have started enchanting my world.. and so on .. So many new things have begun in recent past. I kept experimenting on them and I have tried very well to make them as relevant as possible. My stuffs weren’t the regular sem books of DSP, LIC-IE, and CE…. rather..... I've devised my own wisdom of life and fought well with all the hitches – &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dee&lt;/st1:place&gt; with his own insight. No more vacillations remaining. The path has swerved itself and I feel I am mature enough to sense this fast change in my internal world. So, finally existence and survival of my own being in this perpetual world has got some status that has a potential. The level translation has really made me happy. Now things in my life have wings of certainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;However, with some bitter experience, the recent past has given me a potpourri of lively and colorful moments which I’d like to share here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Forthcoming posts are founded on the same and the people close to my heart will come in show. The people, with whom I learnt, I gained, I lived, I laughed, I smiled, I cried….in all such cases the I is the real I. Also writing the hell outs on methodologies for whole night fight before coming into sight and how deadly I were fighting ….they were exam ghosts after all... other coming posts will be sort of precise of all my readings and my panoramic thoughts. It may let me head to the heights of my destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Coming soon!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-8050365214463276625?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/8050365214463276625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=8050365214463276625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/8050365214463276625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/8050365214463276625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-about-i-o.html' title='All about  &quot;I&quot;'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-2220782229884965992</id><published>2007-04-30T00:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:01:15.982+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do shabd.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Khamoshiyoon ki bhi kya juban hoti hai,&lt;br /&gt;dil ki saari bate bayan hoti hain,&lt;br /&gt;dard hum sahte hain jinke pyar me,&lt;br /&gt;unki aankhon se baate kahan hoti hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kadardaan kahan hain mujh jaise shayar ke,&lt;br /&gt;akela bazar me kho jata hun,&lt;br /&gt;do din ki chandni militi hai,&lt;br /&gt;fir na jane kis haal me ji jata hun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-2220782229884965992?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/2220782229884965992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=2220782229884965992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/2220782229884965992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/2220782229884965992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/04/do-shabd.html' title='Do shabd.'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-1870452560675977021</id><published>2007-02-13T23:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:21:35.134+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The pragmatic relays of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/RdH_sDnA98I/AAAAAAAAACU/32JoaRkYbkg/s1600-h/PgY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/RdH_sDnA98I/AAAAAAAAACU/32JoaRkYbkg/s320/PgY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031083391097829314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;My life is wholly inspired from the words and sayings of Swami Vivekananda (&lt;i&gt;I call him "&lt;b&gt; "Naru&lt;/b&gt;" - Narendra Nath Dutta.&lt;/i&gt;). Some of them are....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Stand up, be bold, be strong. Take the whole responsibility on your own shoulders, and know that you are the creator of your own destiny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Be &lt;b&gt;creative&lt;/b&gt; rather than simply being adaptive!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;i&gt;If in this hell of a world one can bring a little joy and peace even for a day into the heart of a single person, that much alone is true; this I have learnt after suffering all my life; all else is mere moonshine..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Never mind failures; they are quite natural, they are the beauty of life, these failures. What would life be without them? It would not be worth having if it were not for struggles. Where would be the poetry of life? Never mind the struggles, the mistakes. I never heard a cow tell a lie, but it is only a cow — never a man. So never mind these failures, these little back-slidings; hold the ideal a thousand times, and if you fail a thousand times, make the attempt once more.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fear is death, fear is sin, fear is hell, fear is unrighteousness. All the negative thoughts and ideas that are in this world have proceeded from this evil spirit of fear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;~~Please log on to my another blog &lt;a href="http://theexperimentsoflife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: windowtext;"&gt;Tributes to a life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to explore the potent teachings of Swami Vivekananda.~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-1870452560675977021?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/1870452560675977021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=1870452560675977021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/1870452560675977021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/1870452560675977021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/02/pragmatic-relays-of-life.html' title='The pragmatic relays of life'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/RdH_sDnA98I/AAAAAAAAACU/32JoaRkYbkg/s72-c/PgY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-117135530697126920</id><published>2007-02-13T13:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:21:35.254+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sense of Solitude | Abstraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/Rm-BaqjBkJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7TbLlAU_Q6A/s1600-h/what.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075417600167612562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/Rm-BaqjBkJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7TbLlAU_Q6A/s400/what.JPG" width="231" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;Still no hope,&lt;br /&gt;But lamp is still lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In desert of distress,&lt;br /&gt;I carry some bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likes, what they are.&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes, what they persuade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no words, no regrets,&lt;br /&gt;But I've been persuaded,&lt;br /&gt;To be like what I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life in solitude,&lt;br /&gt;An inimitable tranquilizer rep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, hold my hands!&lt;br /&gt;Hold me again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-117135530697126920?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/117135530697126920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=117135530697126920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/117135530697126920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/117135530697126920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2007/02/sense-of-solitude-abstraction.html' title='Sense of Solitude | Abstraction'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rqaQ5Bxb_jY/Rm-BaqjBkJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7TbLlAU_Q6A/s72-c/what.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-116562548763651842</id><published>2006-12-09T06:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-09T06:24:55.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>sensation OR mirage | Matters to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Matters come and go like seasons…. Oops...!! Seasons take a long way to come and when they come they don’t stay for a while and they never say good bye but they stay and stay only! They never GO……!! Whatever and anyhow some changes happen to transpire each &amp;amp; every moment….So, this is what we call LIFE. Anyway let’s think of something special. What make persons to think of something which is special but not a regular part of life. Is there something that a person comes across every moment and falls in distress??? Anyway this game never ends and we people have got excellence and essence to live with every moment whatever be the parameter. We never make a genuine way but always try to conciliate with. So where this segmented compromises will take us when we sum up? Do we drop our grounds and morale? What all circumstances are there and why we are suppressed of taking such actions or living with such measures? I never tried to differentiate the things and the ways they are coming to me and faced all of them like freely falling droplets of rain which strikes with a leaf of banana tree and splashes throughout the space. Does it sound like a FUN or is it amusing!! At least at this stage I’m not getting any feedback from the life consequents even. So that is what which is making me to feel preoccupied of myself. I had to think of something and to decide something and to act something. But as soon as examinations got over, I didn’t find any control over myself and started packing up for a home trip. I know I will lose some thoughtful moments which were going to be a deciding factor for my life ahead. Nowhere I stand… just nowhere…!! And no one can find a place for me even, I know that too. So finally I have reached three sounded letters which came across while I was coding this blog &lt;errrrr…&gt;. The letters are T D A &lt;acronyms&gt;. Now I Don’t know where I am moving for and where I will get, but TDA will remain always with me. Let it be..!! &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/37592884-116562548763651842?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/116562548763651842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=116562548763651842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/116562548763651842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/116562548763651842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2006/12/sensation-or-mirage-matters-to-think.html' title='sensation OR mirage | Matters to think about'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-116422767229683484</id><published>2006-11-23T01:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:37:54.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And the reason is you .....!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Million times......i heard the song - "the reason" from Hoobastank TODAY for the first time! Lyrics goes as...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;"I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you........"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;The word hoobastank is somehow raveled to me for today at least, so curiosity made me to search about this word. Here is what i found (randomly)- {Hoobastank, at the time it was formed, spelled as Hoobustank (pronounced the same way as "Hoobastank"). In an interview with Launch &lt;i&gt;Yahoo!&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Doug Robb&lt;/b&gt; (the band vocalist) said the name had no particular meaning: "You're going to ask me what it means. It doesn't mean anything. And it's really cool, it's one of those old high school inside-joke words that didn't really mean anything."}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this, i just tuned to this song in my vlc player this morning after reading the newspaper and when the song started playing for the first time the initial guitar chords reminded me of something and i went some 6 months back when i was trying to catch-up the chords of this song, unknowingly the song comes from band Hoobastank. Even i was untouched with the lyrics of "the reason". Now i feel like ..... why i left learning those chords man ..!! why ..!! How sweet the song is ... !! I never minded playing &amp; learning guitar, but now semester pressures are loading up more and more... so i had to leave it. And nostalgia never ends to blast my mind..... and i always feel like bellyached to myself....! People use to demarcate the things coming in their life usually which depends upon the situation. Inevitably the same thing made me to get secluded from playing and learning guitar and i started keeping myself amused. And the song closely relates my pathetic situation, if someone don't consider the visual part of the song. And i can never forgive myself for this abysmal as well as wistful act........ Because the reason is you and the reason is unraveled now !! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-116422767229683484?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/116422767229683484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=116422767229683484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/116422767229683484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/116422767229683484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-reason-is-you.html' title='And the reason is you .....!!'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-116361956737531038</id><published>2006-11-16T00:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:39:26.261+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Internal crush matters....???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Another insane logic boggling up in my mind at this time, like i was just dreaming about it last night. I couldn't resist myself to share this logic with people. So the point is, "CAT is knocking on the door, 3 more days to go, 2 and half hour fight with some 100 ques" .... not for me this year, but for lot of my friends who are either in 3 year course or senior to me. Again i couldn't stop myself to make wishes to all of them. Incidently i start to talk myself, a monologue starts in my mind, things just came up like 0's and 1's .... all binary formats. So interpretation was not that easy and my machine level interpreter stopped working. Finally i came to know that i was doing nothing at all and was in zero. I don't know why it happens and why with me only. May be, i don't know whether the same goes true with others too or not. Why sometimes i feel happy and jolly and why the sadness comes next second to make me look in zero ??? Is this going to turn around something in my life ???... no worries, but why not??? I have a great desire to see myself in one of the top institutions of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;india&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, sometimes i feel regreted and sometimes i just realize my time has not came yet. Still insanity goes inside my mind, the matters seem like puzzles and riddles. But why why why ....??? Suddenly the situation changes, I start feeling cool and cozy and mood counter resets at its default value. "Ten more days to go, I've to mug-up the whole 5 modules of all 5 papers for end semester examinations." I'll be passing out with a B.Tech degree and a job in hand "&lt;b&gt;agar bhagwaan ne chaha to&lt;/b&gt;" but it is never going to keep me satisfied in future. Yeah...i know that!! But why I think like so, why things not come that easy way??? Despites looking at zero, I know I'll have to decide something ... at least now at this stage of life, where I've got another chance to make my dream come true. And more or less dream can come true only when i know what i am dreaming for each and every second of my life ahead. I need some moral boost-up, some care, some proper strategic plan and a lot of concentration and ofcourse I'll have to leave another co-curricular parameters of btech life. I will .. I will ... I will.. I will... &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Om&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;b&gt; shantih shanntih shantih...!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Anyway, now it's time to feel good as my elder brother (Bhaiya) has finally got in a company having nationwide reputation, the wages, package and facilities are the best he ever got. He seems to be happy with this job now. I'm a bit happy too with this news. But, Guwahati is some 18-22 hrs train-journey from &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Patna&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. Now, my Papa will get loaded with the family works and departments which were handled by my Bhaiya till date. So both things - Happiness in terms of good job and sadness in terms of work-load on my father- came simultaneously. But still life has to make a story which i am acting in and running throughout my life searching rays of happiness. Medium is not purely conducting - poles and dipoles are created in conduction path : &lt;b&gt;+ve&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;-ve&lt;/b&gt;, only two polarities remain there which decides the flow of life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-116361956737531038?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/116361956737531038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=116361956737531038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/116361956737531038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/116361956737531038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2006/11/internal-crush-matters.html' title='Internal crush matters....???'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37592884.post-116354340875132070</id><published>2006-11-15T03:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:17:29.949+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A new glass glue opens the path to optical computing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;        I am going to post my first blog but.. but...but not satisfied as i've just copied and pasted the latest innovation related to "Laser in Silicon". I thought that i'll write something on my own but it's already clicking at 3:45 morning, so better lets have a sound sleep now. It will be a test for my blog too.... let me check how it works or appears in other sense when i finish the job with my very first blog. Here it goes !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;==&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scientists at Intel and at the Univer­sity of California, Santa Barbara, have managed to combine an indium-­phosphide light emitter and a silicon chip to produce a hybrid laser that, years from now, could lead to cheap terabit-per-second connections within and around computers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lasers and other optoelectronic devices carry billions of bits through our telecommunications networks every second. But the materials they’re made from, exotic semiconductors such as indium phosphide, and the costly manufacturing techniques involved in their production have kept such gigabit-per-second connections largely confined to long-haul telecommunications. By integrating optoelectronic devices on silicon chips, Intel and other companies, notably Luxtera, in Carlsbad, Calif., and STMicroelectronics, in Geneva, hope to make optoelectronic bandwidths affordable enough for your average notebook computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stacked up:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Intel found a way to power its silicon laser by bonding it to a light emitter made from indium phosphide. Electrons and holes combine in the indium phosphide, generating light in the region just above the silicon laser cavity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7284/1860/320/glue01.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been a difficult quest. Silicon is not a natural for producing and manipulating light. Nevertheless, Intel and Luxtera each have been able to produce silicon versions of optoelectronic components, such as waveguides and the modulators that encode data onto the laser. Intel even produced a silicon laser chip, but impractically—it had to be powered by light from a separate laser [see “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://spectrum.ieee.org/oct05/1915"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Silicon Solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;,” IEEE Spectrum, October 2005]. Now the researchers have been able to overcome that problem by binding a light emitter made from indium phosphide to a silicon laser cavity. The key was in making a kind of “glass glue,” a thin layer of oxidized material, on both the indium-phosphide light emitter and the silicon laser, and then bonding them together [see illustration, “Stacked Up”]. Applying a voltage to the indium-­phosphide device produces light that passes through the glass into the silicon. Intel still has some kinks to work out of its new laser. For one, the laser peters out if the temperature rises above 40 °C. Commercial chips typically must work at up to 80 °C. “We have a pretty good idea of what the limitation is. We have a new test chip in design and hope to move [the working] temperature up above 70,” says Mario Paniccia, director of Intel’s photonics technology lab. His group is also looking to reduce the amount of current needed to get the laser shining. Right now, it takes 65 ­milliamps, but Paniccia hopes to get the device operating on less than 20 mA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37592884-116354340875132070?l=calmsplash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/feeds/116354340875132070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37592884&amp;postID=116354340875132070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/116354340875132070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37592884/posts/default/116354340875132070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://calmsplash.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-glass-glue-opens-path-to-optical.html' title='A new glass glue opens the path to optical computing'/><author><name>Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11825127075185820927</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://lh5.google.com/image/eedeepak/Rm6e3ajBkGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AaIb6bsgSEE/s144/DSC00070.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
