tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30079061918426729962024-03-13T21:07:42.413+05:30Change is the essence of life! Satan Infernous"People laugh because I'm different.. and I laugh because they are all the same!" Satan Infernousmnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-49758326214649786452023-09-16T22:17:00.000+05:302023-09-16T22:17:12.121+05:30Styx<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQ0uXDCg3HEeHj8ayet-zWOxiJIPRSXcWGEcKJl2a5AZO7A-ZKeR2F1LdH_cfIsXpRV6JeuoIR99PvV6Ssy126ZmuGzyf460GiY8uIkKNiw-X7VPvpvt-3jXAzlNsrsOGmqsYweQYBK7xJHT59j3-i-gQHyWiAd6j6lo_iOXiqC2Y5tHePT1ZLdDFnY_D/s412/925036815s.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="274" data-original-width="412" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfQ0uXDCg3HEeHj8ayet-zWOxiJIPRSXcWGEcKJl2a5AZO7A-ZKeR2F1LdH_cfIsXpRV6JeuoIR99PvV6Ssy126ZmuGzyf460GiY8uIkKNiw-X7VPvpvt-3jXAzlNsrsOGmqsYweQYBK7xJHT59j3-i-gQHyWiAd6j6lo_iOXiqC2Y5tHePT1ZLdDFnY_D/s320/925036815s.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p>These were the iconic heavy metal songs played at Styx back then</p><p> Holy Wars Megadeth </p><p>High Hopes Division Bell</p><p>Wasted Years Iron Maiden</p><p>Hallowed be thy name COF </p><p>Mama I'm coming home Ozzy Osbourne </p><p><br /></p>mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-11457543731610706972020-10-11T08:59:00.003+05:302021-10-07T12:32:36.360+05:30Bhutan Bullet Boys<p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Gregorian year 2020, a year of many firsts: <br />First gregorian new year's eve spent outside family <br />First Bullet ride for a length of 10 days <br />First overseas pleasure trip <br />First snow adventure amidst the mountains <br />and many more...<br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zNVNkRqu9Cc/X4JdHRsRzXI/AAAAAAAABpU/X9wd_ppMEJUhdeTcd1GGWnAXXOUhYtUogCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/80771591_2890866820937217_2394511329139359744_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zNVNkRqu9Cc/X4JdHRsRzXI/AAAAAAAABpU/X9wd_ppMEJUhdeTcd1GGWnAXXOUhYtUogCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h640/80771591_2890866820937217_2394511329139359744_o.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Every man dreams a Bullet ride across the mountains and snow away from it all for a few days. Well my dream became true in the begining of 2020 </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>How it started:</b><br />It all started in 2019 when I met an old school friend and realized that my bucket list is lost in the sands of time. Hence I made a new bucket list. A key attraction of the list was Bullet bike ride for atleast a week maybe to Ladakh or Bhutan with the boys and away from family.<br /><br /><b>Status check:</b><br />Upon a quick status check, I discovered that my reality is nowhere close to my dream<br />1. Forget the heavy Bullet motorcycle, I had lost touch riding regular 100cc motorcycles for almost 5 years now. <br />2. Didn't have the stamina to do over 10 burpees at a stretch</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Preparations:</span></b><br />There were 2 beeg things I had to accomplish before going to the trip for the upcoming gregorian new year's eve 2020<br /><span style="color: red;">a</span>. Learn to ride a Royal Enfield motorcycle which weighs about 200kg<br /><span style="color: red;">b</span>. Have enough stamina and persevance to ride the motorcycle for a stretch of about 10 days 😕 </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0IyNIVLbEw/X4JhADVii-I/AAAAAAAABps/al63FelDLzURzmlgMctFymRJhxn7-833wCLcBGAsYHQ/s535/78076420_2804351606255406_4699200332180226048_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="535" data-original-width="535" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K0IyNIVLbEw/X4JhADVii-I/AAAAAAAABps/al63FelDLzURzmlgMctFymRJhxn7-833wCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h200/78076420_2804351606255406_4699200332180226048_n.jpg" width="200" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">'<span style="color: red;">a</span>' i.e. heavy motorcycle acclimatizaton was not an easy task. So I had to start small. Thus I started booking Ola bike rides and convinced the ola guys that I will ride his bike hahaha. The next idea came up that I could do test drives of Royal Enfield motorcycles. </span><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">After few test rides, I used to hire Bullet motorcycles almost every Sunday. Then came the practice trips. I also did smaller road trips with the boyses. One in Bangalore to Avati with 5 riders for 100 km roundtrip. Next Hyderabad to Bidar with 12 riders 300km roundtrip. Last one being a solo ride Hyderabad to Vikarabad 150km roundtrip<br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u1G_A_MX-cM/X4JiCuubI9I/AAAAAAAABp4/rNo7eoyYtmwo2iyqLOf8ai7IBX7-mqLJQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/76857158_1620181931455281_4144082611186594321_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u1G_A_MX-cM/X4JiCuubI9I/AAAAAAAABp4/rNo7eoyYtmwo2iyqLOf8ai7IBX7-mqLJQCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h200/76857158_1620181931455281_4144082611186594321_n.jpg" width="200" /></span></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">'<span style="color: red;">b</span>' building stamina was difficult too. All my attempts to stay fit went in vain. This journey was simply hilarious.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">In the begining, I joined Zumba classes in the society, the instructor got knee problems and discontinued<br />Next I joined a Zumba dance institute nearby my house, the centre closed down due to less customers<br />Lastly I joined CULT. I hope I was not a 'Panuti' or 'Iron-leg' for the business<br />The instructor at CULT gave me an uphill regimen. Inspired by Hritik Roshan from Laksh, I started this journey of excercise </span></p><p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DMF0U6xV78" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></a></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DMF0U6xV78" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8DMF0U6xV78" width="320" youtube-src-id="8DMF0U6xV78"></iframe></span></a></div><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DMF0U6xV78" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /> </span></a><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;">The trip:</span></b><br />Bhutan is a paradise indeed. There are no flat lands, It's a land locked hilly country with peaceful and accomdating people. And yes they speak Hindi, accept Indian rupees as well. <br /><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The tour Operator was Deyor Camps <br /><a href="https://www.deyorcamps.com/bhutan-bike-trip-package-from-india">https://www.deyorcamps.com/bhutan-bike-trip-package-from-india</a> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The trip route was as follows <br /></span><a href="https://goo.gl/maps/sxzERfeUsqCUutqz5" style="font-family: verdana;">https://goo.gl/maps/sxzERfeUsqCUutqz5</a></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUPRma6Mtcc/X4KBsnsFWEI/AAAAAAAABsM/p7xKCKgXaboqSlJaOgWjvTzftKeauB9zQCLcBGAsYHQ/s749/trip%2Bmap.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="479" data-original-width="749" height="410" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WUPRma6Mtcc/X4KBsnsFWEI/AAAAAAAABsM/p7xKCKgXaboqSlJaOgWjvTzftKeauB9zQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h410/trip%2Bmap.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7bkZa-COkY4/X4JqRpX7YEI/AAAAAAAABqQ/GhLxKzzUzXEGPoZVZZ-wEPf-vST2HiLNgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1350/82279100_2897009006989665_4531368549444222976_o.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7bkZa-COkY4/X4JqRpX7YEI/AAAAAAAABqQ/GhLxKzzUzXEGPoZVZZ-wEPf-vST2HiLNgCLcBGAsYHQ/w160-h200/82279100_2897009006989665_4531368549444222976_o.jpg" width="160" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Day 00 of 09:</i></b> Get the biking gear ready at home<br />I figured out that i will have to sell my 2 kidneys, 2 eyes and my unbroken heart ( LOL ) if I have to buy the heavy motorcycle and snow gear. Instead of going to such extremes, I decided to rent the gear from Sharepal which came to about INR 8k or so for 10 days. This idea is from Corporate Finance i.e. it is better to avoid Capex ( Capital expenditure i.e. buying stuff ) when you can have Opex ( Operational expenditure i.e where you could rent stuff ). Hence it is better to save money, save organs too haha</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9obxjwrvZ34/X4J19gGLdQI/AAAAAAAABr0/VMzaiwe1pcsr0-o_M9PPJ8L4CqGoShEKwCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/116317799_654237272117446_8130484303597938949_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9obxjwrvZ34/X4J19gGLdQI/AAAAAAAABr0/VMzaiwe1pcsr0-o_M9PPJ8L4CqGoShEKwCLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h200/116317799_654237272117446_8130484303597938949_n.jpg" width="200" /></span></a></div><div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Day 01 of 09:</i></b> Siliguri to Phuentsholing 175 km<br />Arrived at Siliguri by flight and headed to Phuentsholing. These motorcycle rides are headed by a Capain. Then there is also a mechanic who comes along the group. The mechanic also carries critical spare parts of the motorcycles. Then there is a luggage and supplies van which accompanies the group. There, everything is set and taken care of. What is important is the experience now</span></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Day 02 of 09:</i></b> Phuentsholing halt for Visa<br />Bhutan had a policy of Visa on arrival for Indians. The process took about 4 hours or so. There were 2 reasons to celebrate. Obvio! The visa and another was the upcoming gregorian new year 2020. New 'squad' for about 10 days or so by the campfire 🎉 </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y48zr7nWIec/X4J0LiCyqtI/AAAAAAAABro/1rxMP3bCiioFqjW1xiVaP6fMnFaC3Gp8gCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/80672870_2892125050811394_8033684297934176256_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y48zr7nWIec/X4J0LiCyqtI/AAAAAAAABro/1rxMP3bCiioFqjW1xiVaP6fMnFaC3Gp8gCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/80672870_2892125050811394_8033684297934176256_o.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlMCcR6vGIM/X4JvrQ2TfvI/AAAAAAAABq0/b9VOzRBScikTrVVNYGQcXxdgm4FkqZmHQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1350/81625888_2915914765099089_301592358711984128_o.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1350" data-original-width="1080" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JlMCcR6vGIM/X4JvrQ2TfvI/AAAAAAAABq0/b9VOzRBScikTrVVNYGQcXxdgm4FkqZmHQCLcBGAsYHQ/w160-h200/81625888_2915914765099089_301592358711984128_o.jpg" width="160" /></span></a></div><p></p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Day 03 of 09:</i></b> Phuentsholing to Thimpu 150km<br /></span><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">The weather started getting colder, we got our woolens / rexins on. The picture here is a typical traditional room heater in Bhutan. Firewood is burnt in circularly placed outlets. The stones placed act as heat inducers. What you see in the middle acts a huge heat capacitor. This stores the heat which is burnt from firewood and gradually releases the heat to the surroundings.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Day 04 of 09:</i></b> Explore Thimpu city<br />The beasts also deseve a rest after the rides<br />And the would prefer to be in the company of each other for their bullet-brotherhood</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0rM9mG_M5g/X4Jxke9hZhI/AAAAAAAABrI/97o1yIx9OEgOW_fTUJbX0HCaosrrM1XPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/81888982_2900929026597663_3667736744607875072_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0rM9mG_M5g/X4Jxke9hZhI/AAAAAAAABrI/97o1yIx9OEgOW_fTUJbX0HCaosrrM1XPQCLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h640/81888982_2900929026597663_3667736744607875072_o.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Day 05 of 09:</i></b> Thimphu to Punakha 85km<br />Riding in the snow is not easy. One has to be really careful. One miscalculation would make the rider and the motorcycle go tumbling down the series of hills and mountains. Of course it's easier if one has 4x4. But why would one want to miss the thrill !</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='398' height='331' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dygj2nB8Taw2kG-e0IyKqXhKY_uIL-Hgh5SvlZNPev3EW9p0KTPBnhKygG4zJkDjISHaXFISvMNSAQIwkx-XA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Day 06 of 09:</i></b> Punakha to Paro 126km<br />Nearby is a place called as Chelela pass the highest motorable road in Bhutan at 13,083 feet above sea level. Going to this place was a challenge indeed</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='404' height='336' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzYidZIxGrsqdGvBsHMAdagTb5dB_n6uVPZKyVZJV8wejh3H3MbEcBJBXWvPhyfv06j59b9NaB65hvmHDg2QQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="clear: right; float: right; font-family: verdana; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="494" data-original-width="494" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9EfDGGe8Fbo/X4JyXpWHRFI/AAAAAAAABrU/WRSmZJs368Aplg9ci4rTN6-wkx43sQIOgCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/81389191_2909014372455795_3004164482059468800_n.jpg" /></span></div><b style="font-family: verdana;"><i>Day 07 of 09:</i></b><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Explore Paro</span></div><div><span style="font-family: verdana;">In Bhutan, Forts are quite common. Forts also house the Buddhist monks. These forts are called as 'Zhong' in bhutanese. The background here is a 'Zhong' and what I'm wearing is called a 'Gho' the traditional male dress of Bhutan people</span><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Day 08 of 09:</i></b> Paro to Siliguri 297km<br />The final ride was one of the longest rides I had done in a day, that too amidst the mountains from a snowy weather in Bhutan to a tropical weather of India. One by one the layer of clothing came out as we descended from moutains up above.<br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx7ysYauadg/X4Jy1KulfkI/AAAAAAAABrc/vvrAAV9OD5U-6K3YuIh3w3H2aIncro-gACLcBGAsYHQ/s1080/81665310_2906419112715321_4552160039447560192_o.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1080" height="480" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx7ysYauadg/X4Jy1KulfkI/AAAAAAAABrc/vvrAAV9OD5U-6K3YuIh3w3H2aIncro-gACLcBGAsYHQ/w640-h480/81665310_2906419112715321_4552160039447560192_o.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b><i>Day 09 of 09:</i></b> Departure to home<br />With a heavy heart feeling that the trip is over. All good things come to an end.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>Afterthought: <br /></b></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">I returned home promising myself that I will do a roadtrip again. Maybe I will do this Goa rider mania in the future. This is an after-movie from youtube channel of Royal Enfield: </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://www.royalenfield.com/in/en/rides/events/rider-mania-2019/motorcycling-events/"><span style="font-size: x-small;">https://www.royalenfield.com/in/en/rides/events/rider-mania-2019/motorcycling-events/</span></a><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="541" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zCYv-_y99rM" width="651" youtube-src-id="zCYv-_y99rM"></iframe></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><b>PS: </b><br />One philosphical moment occured during the trip. I had visited a shop to buy woolen gloves in Bhutan market. An older lady at the cash counter enquired and asked:<br />Lady: Why do you people come to Bhutan during winter and ride these motorcycles in dangerous snow filled mountains ?<br />Me: That's a thrill I want to remember for the rest of life<br />Lady: And what if you die ?<br />Me: No regrets, I'm content<br />That is when it dawned me that I had no unfinished business, no regrets, no other expectations. I am fully content. This is what Buddha says: <br /><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSKGWzNeUU4/X4J5M-S3u5I/AAAAAAAABsA/S4tjd2fc-cgpYr4ECe9z7BuGWojVpAcDQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/25ab550c994c0022f744ff010108e199.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="579" data-original-width="640" height="363" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HSKGWzNeUU4/X4J5M-S3u5I/AAAAAAAABsA/S4tjd2fc-cgpYr4ECe9z7BuGWojVpAcDQCLcBGAsYHQ/w400-h363/25ab550c994c0022f744ff010108e199.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p></div>mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-58627179624692936492019-06-25T13:06:00.000+05:302019-06-25T13:06:00.963+05:30Clown car<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Now, there are 2 travellers in your Consciousness Car: a Thinking brain and a feeling brain...</div>
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If thinking brain is weak and/or uneducated, or if the feeling brain is riled up, the thinking brain will succumb to the feeling brain's fiery whims and dangerous driving. It will lose the ability to think for itself or to contradict the feeling brain's conclusions. This effectively turns your consciousness car into a Clown car...</div>
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Your consciousness car becomes a clown car when your thinking brain has completely capitulated to your feeling brain, when your life's pursuits are determined purely by self-gratification, when truth warps into a cartoon of self-serving assumptions, when all beliefs and principles are lost in a sea of nihilism.</div>
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The clown car invariably drives toward addiction, narcissim, and compulsion. <u>People whose minds are clown cars are easily manipulated by whatever person or group makes them feel good consistently. whether it is a religious leader, politician, self-help guru, or sinister internet forum.</u> A clown car will gladly steam roll other consciousness cars (i.e. other people) with its big red rubbery tiers because its thinking brain will justify this by saying they deserved it - they were evil, inferior, or part of some made-up problem.</div>
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It's hard to pull someone out of the clown car once they're in it. In the clown car, the thinking brain has been bullied and abused by the feeling brain for so long that it develops a sort of Stockholm syndrome - it can't imagine a life beyond pleasing and justifying the feeling brain. It can't fathom contradicting the feeling brain or challenging it on where it's going, and <b>it resents you for suggesting that it should.</b> With the clown car, there's no independent thought and no ability to measure contradiction or switch beliefs or opinions. In a sense, the person with a clown car mind ceases to have an individual identity at all.</div>
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<b>Here is an excerpt from "The Subtle art of not giving a fuck" by Mark Manson in Page 48 that is really profound:</b><br />
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<i>Imagine you're at a grocery store, and you watch an elderly lady scream at the cashier, berating him for not accepting her thirty-cent coupon. Why does this lady give a fuck? It's just thirty cents.</i><br />
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<i>So she snips coupons. That's all she's got. It's her and her damn coupons. It's all she can give a fuck about because there is nothing else to give a fuck about. And so when that pimply-faced seventeen-year-old cashier refuses to accept one of them, when he defends his cash register's purity the way knights used to defend maidens' virginity, you can bet Granny is going to erupt. Eighty years of fucks will rain down all at once, like a fiery hailstorm of "Back in my day" and "People used to show more respect" stories.</i><br />
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<i>If you find yourself consistently giving too many fucks about trivial shit that bothers you - your ex-boyfriend's new Facebook picture, how quickly the batteries die in the TV remote, missing out on yet another two-for-one sale on hand sanitizer-chances are you don't have much going on in your life to give a legitimate fuck about. And that's your real problem. Not the hand sanitizer. Not the TV remote.</i><br />
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<i>I once heard an artist say that when a person has no problems, the mind automatically finds a way to invent some. I think what most people-especially educated, pampered middle-class white people-consider "life problems" are really just side effects of not having anything more important to worry about.</i><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Nov 19th is International Men's day. For this day, we need to understand the importance of being a man. What makes a man, a man? One way to define it is to comprehend the various roles he could fulfill during his lifetime, that of a son, a brother, a husband, a father, a grandpa, a mentor, a boss, an entrepreneur, a societal change agent, a sportsman, a movie hero. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #fff2cc;"><i><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">This eulogy is dedicated to my dear Dad, whose untimely passing on 18th night has left me, my sister and my mother steeped in grief.</span><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Death is inevitable. Mortality is the ultimate reality. A mirror against our various accomplishments. Whether we chose to believe it or not, our mortality gives meaning to life. We work towards accomplishing something in life due to its time limit. Unlike the expectation of infinite time to live, the reality, like life itself, is very chaotic and unpredictable. We have a limited time to spend with our loved ones. This time, once gone can lead to regret. To truly live life to the fullest, one needs to live each day with joie de vivre. The best example to my mind was my dad. He always was happy-go-lucky and lived and loved to the fullest. As a doctor, his duty beckoned him everyday to save lives. He excelled in it and was one of the best surgeons in his field. Despite this, he always took care of us, gave us time, advised us in difficult situations and was there for us. </span></i></span></blockquote>
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</span><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Now that he has left us for a better place, we are steeped in grief. The sorrow we feel does not have any depths. Yet in this moment, I imagine my dad, tapping me on my shoulder, telling me not to only experience grief but remember him for the best moments we had with him. The life he lived is living in the memories we have. To simply grieve is not enough. To honor his memory, I will try to remember him as I knew him best - the Superman in my life!</span><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><br />
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<span style="color: #fff2cc;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;"><i>My dad, the first person to lift me on his shoulders as a baby, the person who encouraged me to ask questions and follow my curiosity always! My dad, the guy who taught me to enjoy the small pleasures in life, like mishti doi, like watching cartoons on holidays without any guilt, sleeping like a log while letting go of the pressures which you face during the day. My dad, who taught me by example, the value of patience and to roll with the throw of dice and accept life's puzzling situations. My dad, who enjoyed on every holiday we took, showing us the best way to relax and enjoy the moment. My dad, the first man to show me how to shave, to act mature and yet retain your inner child. My dad, who showed being stoic and emotional at the same time is not impossible, but a necessity, who taught me to evaluate objectively and yet be empathetic to the plight of people. My dad, who taught me learning languages can be a hobby, to interact with many people a benefit of an army life. My dad, who showed me being a polite person doesn't make you a pushover, and being stern when necessary doesn't make you a bad person. My dad, who punished me several times but also taught me the importance of keeping one's anger in check, who showed being accepting of one's mistakes doesn't cause one to be looked down upon. My dad, who was the pillar of support for his family, yet nurtured me to be there for our family when he could not be reached. My dad, who valued my opinion in major decisions and yet always managed to show me another aspect which I missed. My dad, who was proud of us and yet humble about his achievements, who always looked for new areas to learn. </i></span></span></blockquote>
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mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-87445768298038389352016-10-18T20:26:00.000+05:302016-10-18T20:26:27.085+05:30Six Sigma Black Belt <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've successfully completed the ASQ Six Sigma Black Belt exam.<br />
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Caffeine is found in popular beverages including Coffee, Tea (yes), Cocoa, Chocolate, soft drinks (Yay, it didn’t mention ‘hard drinks’, or did it?)</span></h4>
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<span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-weight: normal;">Recent research suggests that exposure to blue light before sleep may distort your natural (circadian) rhythm and cause inability to fall asleep. The cause is the photoreceptor in your eyes, called Melanopsin. This receptor is sensitive to a narrow band of blue light in the 460-480nm range which may suppress Melatonin production - a hormone responsible for your healthy sleep-wake cycles. In experimental scientific studies it has been shown an average person reading on a tablet or smart phone for a couple of hours before bed time may find their sleep delayed by about an hour.” As I understand, the bluish light from mobile phones, laptop screens, LCD TVs makes us stay awake for additional time whenever we look at them. I’m not sure about fluorescent lamps or CFL lamps or LED lights <br />(now did I offend any environmentalist?)</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></h4>
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mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-2884920593216720502015-05-17T08:16:00.003+05:302015-06-07T20:28:20.892+05:30Stay humble, stay bullish!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>NP: "Time" by Pink Floyd </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSAeeEUkDbE">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSAeeEUkDbE</a> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>"You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>And then one day you find ten years have got behind you?" </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><u>The recent times:</u></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Almost an year has passed in my premier B school. One could view our prestigious institution as a factory that produces leaders, managers, entrepreneurs and the likes. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What exactly transpired during this past year? </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What really changed and what didn't? Well here 2 things worth noting:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Retained a standard sleep-food-cycle time-table</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Wasn't very successful regarding the fitness regimen I had planned</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><u>The journey:</u></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The journey (especially the last one year) of my adult life has been a roller-coaster ride so far. This picture still speaks more than 1,000 words.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><timeline>Yes, I'm the blue-collar-workman who would be working as a Director now. My 'interview' was published last year: </timeline></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://insideiim.com/from-a-blue-collared-worker-to-a-student-at-a-premium-b-school-prabhakar-mn-xlri-jamshedpur/ </span><br />
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<u><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Grandpa, Chennai and</b></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b> me:</b></span></u><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'd be going to Chennai, its been 2 generations since my grandfather lived in 'Madras'. He used to do small comedy roles and has acted in more than 300 movies, mostly during the black and white era. The tiny house where my grandparents used to be known as "Guggu Mahal". Although they weren't rich, they were known for their accommodative mindset. The picture here is screen-grab from a Kannada movie in which he was a comedian.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><grandpa picture=""></grandpa></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><grandpa video="">The video link above contains a clip from a Kannada TV show with</grandpa></span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> an opinion from a peer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><grandpa video=""><b><u>Humble:</u></b></grandpa></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The word <b>HUMBLE </b>has many positive connotations including the ability to keep one's feet on the ground, to be open to new ideas, better viewpoints from others, to be willing to change for better i.e. accepting that there is always something better.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I was a workman, I wanted to better myself by doing Bachelors in Engineering,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">when I was doing an Engineering related job, I wanted to better myself by doing an MBA at a premier B-School</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That is also Surak's wisdom:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"There is no other wisdom and no other hope for us but that we grow wise."<br />http://michaelhalm.tripod.com/id53.htm</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><u>Bullish:</u></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The word <b>BULLISH </b>implies the constant urge to move forward with heavy commitment (force). I had to get up every Sun at 0330hrs get ready and ride for 15km in different weather conditions to catch a train and reach Bombay for my MBA entrance exam preparation classes. It would get over and I'd reach home at 2330hrs. Losing every Sunday for months at a stretch is difficult indeed, it takes away a part of your domestic life. But a man ought to do what he has to do!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Keep rocking!</span><br />
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mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-91456296899406579602014-12-25T12:26:00.002+05:302014-12-25T12:37:17.199+05:30Man up my dear Manager<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A professor once told me
that a great Manager is one who helps businesses take decisions despite
incomplete information. I add to that by saying that the decisions have to be
efficient (with minimal amount of effort Eg: time taken to reach a decision
etc.). Also there is a degree of uncertainity in the enivornment. This is
possible if he is emancipated; As I would like to look at this from an
'emancipation' perspective, one has to </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">become a man before he becomes a manager.</span> </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What makes man, a man?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The
trigger to this inquiry began when a fellow passenger once told me that he was
unable to grow beyond his predicament of being rejected out by his prospective
girl-friend. And that he would avoid seeing her in person again because he
would burst into tears by becoming a wussy. Loving his girl to the end of the
world is simply romantic. But, becoming a wussy isn't very presentable or manly
for that matter. <span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">As much as a man would be able to fall in love, he should also be capable to fall</span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;"> </span><u style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">out</u><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;"> </span><span style="line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">of love when needed.</span> That brings us to the question -How do you turn a boy into a
man? Well atleast, figuratively that is! </span></div>
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<u><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Live it up!:</span></u></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Which
brings to us to the next set of questions:<br />
Why isn't there a movie about a man sitting in front of his TV without moving? <br />
Or a hit TV show about grass growing? <br />
Humans find some things particularly interesting because we are wired to find
them so. Drama, Adventure, Comedy, Success help us survive and gain
materialistic status. <br />
What is living it up? <br />
Well this is: <br />
“Discuss current music trends, discuss fun things. Don't just be plain normal
and conform. Make personality interesting. Learn to tell a story! Become a
renaissance man. Learn music or art, dance, history well. Specialize in one or
2 things; learn a little bit of everything. Just pick up a book and read about
it. “<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Get involved:</u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">When
someone exclaims, "You know the other day, I was reading about Leonardo Da
Vinci ..." you realize that it’s a turn on. Pop culture, icons, romance
are always in. When such people happen to pass by an antique building, they also
know the story behind it. They would live every moment of their lives not
worrying about petty things. Like a single cell, he too has a
boundary similar to a semi-permeable membrane, where he could selectively let only
the good things in and keep bad things out. Bad things here mean energy / mood
drainers / disruptors. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>From history:</u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There
is a vital part of a male's journey in his life that makes him a man. And, this
can be brought out by a process referred to as ‘initiation’ (metaphorically). In
the movie 300, for 7 year old prince, this happened when he was sent into the
wild which involved brutal cold and extreme starvation. He came back victorious
with the wild animal's skin he had slain. He eventually became the king. For
Nelson Mandela, it happened during when was in prison for about 3 decades. This
made go beyond petty emotions of revenge, etc., and to work for the greater
good of the black populace. Basically in order for the ‘manliness’ to be
established, the ‘boyishness’ has to ‘die’. Boyishness here signifies immature
peIrson who always seeks immediate gratification and lacks the composure and
patience. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>In the movies:</u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This
concept is in the movies as well. Take the song where Rishi Kapoor sings:<br />
<span style="color: red;">“Aaj hum jaise jigar wale
kahan. <u>Zakhm khaya hain tab huwe hain jawan</u>”</span>.<br />
In the movie Count of Monte Cristo (2002), the protagonist Edmond Dantes says <span style="color: red;"><br />
“Life is a storm, my young
friend. <br />
You will bask in the sunlight one moment,<br />
be shattered on the rocks the next.<br />
What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes.<br />
You must <u>look into that storm</u> and shout as you did in Rome.<br />
<b>Do your worst, for I will do mine</b>!<br />
Then the fates will know you as we know you…”</span><span style="color: #1f497d;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Available solutions:</u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do
we have any kind of ‘initiation’ process today? The closest thing that we have
today is compulsory military service. But would it help in times of peace! We
seem to have lost this concept of male 'initiation' ritual. Because a man is
expected to be in control of himself, not be overwhelmed by the situation and
to be in sync with his environment for most of the times. In order to become
that, boys need to be invited to the select world of men! And the key to that
is the ritual of ‘initiation’</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Until
we have formal initiation ceremonies in place, </span><br />
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mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-77061922576204927232014-09-26T20:41:00.002+05:302015-05-09T10:17:30.233+05:30100days<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">What?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">100 days over, already?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Time indeed flies. I'm not talking about 100 days new government in our Sub-continent, but about my MBA at a premier Business School</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Is there a report card? Few highlights are:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Promise: I'll keep this as crisp as possible</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. There is definitely a change in perspective after coming a long way from being a workman many years ago, graduate to an officer, and to maintain a resolve which would enable me to head as a responsible business leader in the future</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. One always notices many people slogging it out, burning midnight oil and sometimes becoming easily irritable when under stress or self-imagined-high-pressure. With all due respect to the aspirants who want to land in as the cherry (not icing) of the cake, I'm in no mood for all this and would settle to be near the mean of the curve when it comes to academics (hint: marks) and would love to enjoy this wonderful gift. Refer to the curve to choose your desired performance level. This is indeed a personal choice</span><br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csB1-DSutrM/VCZ1c7Z_AzI/AAAAAAAAARI/UXVTJ4GjR5M/s1600/Satan%2Bcard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="background-color: #444444; color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csB1-DSutrM/VCZ1c7Z_AzI/AAAAAAAAARI/UXVTJ4GjR5M/s1600/Satan%2Bcard.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4. For many Business Management students, day becomes night, night becomes day? Well, its one's choice. When does one want to sleep? No confusion here baby, No jet lag either!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">NP: "Time" by Pink Floyd: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28HrY8_X2r0">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28HrY8_X2r0</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">5. Coming to the trivial stuff, one gets to know that the month has passed only when the washer-man comes asks for monthly charges. Also its always a trade-off when you have only 24 hours (actually as per Aryabhata its less than 24) in a day when you have multiple things to be done at the same time in a.....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">.... Premier Business School (you guessed it right)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">6. One common pitfall or answer to avoid is "it depends" which I've been able to carry off well. Should I elaborate this in the near future? It depends!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">7. I dread the 23:59:59 deadline of assignments, group projects and take home exams because I intend to sleep well before that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">8. Kobayashi Maru (reference: Star Trek)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9. As one treads deep into the MBA (do we have the liberty of time to do that?), it is also quite possible to forget the forest for the trees, and even forget the leaves for the chlorophyll? Zooming out from cholorophyll to the forest level, I'd reckon that my internal lyric (not rhetoric) is that I'm living my dream of doing an MBA in a Premier Business School. Yes, Premier</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Business School. Everyday that passes by doesn't come back again. it is even more valuable here. Most importantly, value of something is known when its not there. So, one should not take this MBA for granted (very important)!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">10. Real life skills to be still improved upon is patience, tolerance and risk-management</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">11. A typical day would contain going through the concepts and practical applications of Monte Carlo simulation used in derivative markets, Du pont analysis of Financial results, Lean for service operations, Elements of marketing research, Human Resource Planning and game theory dynamics in Vickery auction of micro economics. Did I forget to mention case study competitions, club / committee work, group projects? Oh, the list would go on and on. Finally it would also attract the term "All is well."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And the most hilarious one:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">12. Suffer fools gladly!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My dream for our mother earth:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the early 90s, I used to read a lot of science-fiction comics and books. I always imagined that in 20-30 years from then, we would be able to colonize the moon, solve dangerous diseases, move towards one-world-government and the likes. Was I asking for too much? All I see is that we haven't achieved even a fraction of what we are capable of (I'm sure many of us realize this by seeing events like terrorism, misandry and diseases). On a larger, macro-level wars are nothing but anger of one state against another. But, is it usually of the state? No, it is of one or few leaders who are vociferous. Where did these leaders come from? Usually by due course of inheritance or scaling up from the ranks. Back then when they were small, as individuals, there was anger and ego. It was not contained as time passed through and manifested into the macro levels as well. Therefore it boils down the individual level. However deep and profound it may seem, I always say:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"For a better world and realization of our utopian dream, we need to make our anger and happiness cheaper"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This was just one blog entry. In case you want to read more,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My full blog: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://sataninfernous.blogspot.in/" target="_blank">http://sataninfernous.blogspot.in </a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My linked in: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://in.linkedin.com/pub/prabhakar-mn/40/968/a11/">http://in.linkedin.com/pub/prabhakar-mn/40/968/a11/</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My FB: </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/mnpsatan13">https://www.facebook.com/mnpsatan13</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Are you game?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Satan Infernous</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">PS: Premier Business School</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">NP: "We will rise" by Arch Enemy </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9C2Vh1HMgc">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9C2Vh1HMgc</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Long long ago,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">so long ago,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">nobody remembers how long ago...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Satan Infernous conceived the idea of doing an MBA, to discover that it has be done in a premium B-school only.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However there was a problem: Satan has left main-stream studies for work.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was a realization as well: The odds of getting into a premium B-school increase if you're an Engineer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And thus started the journey of:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Studies - Work - Work+Studies - Studies - Work - Studies!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Confused: The schematic would help understand better. "Ah, a picture speaks a thousand words. So does a schematic"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Fast-forward </b>15 years and Mr. Infernous has made it, along with many others. The journey to this B-School was tough indeed. There were no 'top-of-the-edge' preparation classes in the Wine-capital-of-India. So Satan had to get up at 0330hrs, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">catch a train,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">even in the rain,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">oh the pain,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">it didn't go in vain...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dave Mustaine?,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and return by 2330hrs every Sunday. After the entrance exam, there was a gruelling interview. Satan was brutally honest during that. Yeah, there was a Group-discussion and blah blah blah. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally a Duronto across south-eastern India and Steel Express beyond Raka Mines to reach 'the B-School'.Travelling in the train, curling upto a book (Mastery by Robert Green) while chilling by the window is defintely an under-rated pleasure: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">B-School definitely fun and challenging. The accomodation is quite comfortable so far. The window faces east, so that one could watch the sunrise as early as 0500hrs. Yes, its quite opposite: Mornings are earlier here as its on the Eastern side contrary to the </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">evenings were longer back in the Wine-capital-of-India as it was on the Western side</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. A picture taken at 0500hrs. I'm not sure whether this one speaks a thousand words..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. Mission 120+ started</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. Organized 3 meetups in Bangalore</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. Resigned early and joined a ad-hoc job for about a month</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What will this 1 year hold? Only time will tell...</span><br />
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mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com1Jamshedpur, Jharkhand, India22.8045665 86.20287540000003922.570332 85.880151900000044 23.038801 86.525598900000034tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-17973354087485107502014-05-18T11:46:00.000+05:302014-05-18T11:46:02.644+05:30Meter the heater<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was just a normal saturday, I attended a "Write club" meet up and was headed to meet Satana Infernous 90km away. The train journey was normal for the first 100min or so. Eating grapes, drinking buttermilk and chatting with a new-found auntie.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But then at around 2000hrs I took my cell-phone out. It came out of my pocket and went out of the <b>window</b>. In a split second all these things flashed in my complicated brain:</span><b></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. What about the contact details?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. What about the lengthy procedure in getting the replacement SIM for the special number?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. What about the pictures, songs etc. in the memory card?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4. What is the cost of a brand new cell-phone?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5. What is happening?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While I was thinking all this, I stood up by reflex action and also a made a mental note of the landmark, a railway pole. Yeah Satan Infernous hardly panics in emergencies and contingencies. I rushed to the door. The auntie shouted "Don't get down!". I had the resolve to jump into the partial darkness of the jungle. The determination was to get back the phone, added by the silver lining that the train was travelling at 10kmph, and that I could see the small-station about 2km away. The man sitting at the door took his own sweet time to get up and added himself to the chorus "Don't get down!". </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The human brain is an amazing organ. It could be your best friend or the worst enemy. In this case, the former was true, as my mind started counting the seconds passed automatically. It was about 20s when I got down. I estimated that my phone fell down about 40-70feet back. I started walking back & tried to search for it, but in vain. There was silence everywhere. I could hear a dog bark faar away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There was a light at the end of the tunnel. It was literally a light, from somebody's farmhouse. I started walking in moonlit darkness. It was more like the video games where the character walks in the forest. I was walking across some tall plants and came upto the farmhouse. Pretty brave, Huh? Only to get scared by a dog which got up & barked! I explained to those people about my story.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Villager1: Didn't you get scared?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Satan: No, Big deal!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Villager2: You city people are not so brave</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Satan: The worst thing that could happen is to die, and I'm not afraid of death!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We started our mission of finding the cellphone. We couldn't reach my number as the phone got dismantled (battery separated from main body). After combing the area for for about half an hour we found the main body of cellphone. There were more cracks than the no. of contacts on the front panel. Another 10min of searching yielded us with the battery. I didn't want to waste more time in finding the back cover. The Villager2 dropped off to the bus stand. I paid him 500bucks as a 'reward'</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When I met the villagers, they were delighted to see me that I wasn't afraid. I explained this to them: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />"<b>Fear</b>. An important psychological emotion. It has changed a lot these days. In olden times, one was afraid of being killed by a wild animal or the enemy. Today the nature of fear has changed. Fear is that feeling when you get that you don't have a 52inch LED TV at your home. Fear is not giving your guests ice-cream and snacks when they come into the house. Fear is when a college boy doesn't have a girlfriend. Fear has become more subtle and stealthy. It is this fear that the advertising industry uses!"</span><br />
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mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-54603230265631606772012-10-28T14:26:00.002+05:302012-10-28T14:45:44.322+05:30Metal: More addictive than dope or lust!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Its been about 25 years of "<strong>Turn down that volume</strong>" in the house. Earliest being Satan Infernous' Poppa. And the recent one being from Satana Infernous today early </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">morning. Not to forget that she added "There are families living around us". Man, I haven't changed a byte?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, the real beginings of Metal in our family could be traced back to late 1980s when my elder brother (psst... he's and a drummer) started listening to it. In </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">late 1980s learning music outlawed. However Momma financed it secretly. Does the word 'Contraband' apply here?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><u><strong><em>Anna's Dravids:</em></strong></u></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After a few years, learning music was in-lawed. Is there was such a term? By then Anna (elder brother) had emancipated into a blast-beat-machine. They formed a band "Dravids" comprising of bro -Srinivas the Drummer, Sanjay with Leads, Vocals by Victor and Vijay on Bass. Our garage was the practice-room. I attended one of their shows at IISc. That was my first one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Link to Sanjay's website:</span><br />
<a href="http://www.stringdom.in/bandography.html"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">http://www.stringdom.in/bandography.html</span></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5FjpFYro-TE/UIzvz6qheKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cG0sX9BZb3U/s1600/dra.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="368" oea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5FjpFYro-TE/UIzvz6qheKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cG0sX9BZb3U/s640/dra.png" width="640" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em><u>My tyrst with the A-B-C-D-G-A-E:</u></em></strong>I decided to learn the Piano. Why? As weird it may seem: Since, I was very good at typing = 70 wpm without errors, Hence I reasoned that I would be a hit as a pianist </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">in a Black metal band //screech and growl<br />My teacher, Ravi Kashyap is a genius. His FB profile:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I even bought a Yamaha PSR2100 which I had to sell due to financial of my wedding. Another 3 months, I would been fully ready for Grade 1 exams. Now I'm 1,000km away from the Metal capital of India: Bangalore</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yeah, I'm talking of <strong>Styx</strong> where we buddies used to hang-out (the 11PM deadline came much-much later). The last few numbers invariably had to include "Hallowed be thy name COF version", "The Trooper", and "Mama I'm coming home:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em><u>Metal Buddies and shows:</u></em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then, one day I met my ex-buddy "Slain Pain Mustaine". Its amazing how our nick-names are: I'm "Satan Infernous". There's "Slash n Burn" (coined by me & my BE </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">classmate from SriLanka). Me and Slain-Pain-Mustaine were even called as "Ace & Gil" as we used to turn up at almost every rock show (freedom jam, Strawberry fields </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">etc.) in the early 2000s. It could be termed as a metal-lover's hey-day, or in ECish terms as peak-power in the gaussian graph. At one instance I literally counted </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">that there were about 40 metal heads<br />To name / nick-name a few from the bands Cremated Souls (oxymoron?), Craninum Shatter, Black Orchid, Arcane Ritual and Gorrified:<br />Charlie Gore Grinder - its grind gore and not grind core<br />Arjun_thi - who rarely uses social networking<br />Shaggy - Abhishek Chaterjee, vocalist<br />Prashant - overprotective about his guitar<br />Shreyas - who owns a bullet<br />Gani, Pawmana, Rahul and Adi<br />I still remember a show at Ravindra Kalakshetra's backyard, where a toddler was head-banging & giving his parents a very hard time.<br />Deep Purple, Satyricon, Metallica, Iron Maiden, Scorpions were a few shows that I had attended.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em><u>M for MSRIT:</u></em></strong><br />The biggest KLPD was me hoping that there would metal-chicks to find out there were none in my class. But then I got acquanited with Arvind, Abhi, Vinay for Metal. The unforgettable fact being that I used to attend the rock-shows in the middle of my semester exams and I'm an FCD in BE. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em><u>Metal and Work:</u></em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I introduced my Buddy Sreedharan a.k.a Slash n Burn into metal. He loves ACDC. For about an year I was happy to have a metal-boss: Alfred. Having metal as a similar interest would be the best that could happen in a Boss-reportee relationship. During my TMT days in Bosch, I befriended Girish Kumar a.k.a Kaalesh, a fan of Rammstein and free-entry-rock-shows! Not to forget our MMU Mrudul who plays the bagpipe. The youtube video is here:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Metallica was one of the best things to happen to me, metal-heads, Bangalore and India! The memory is still fresh in my heart where I held my fist close to my chest for "Sanitarium". One of the best setlist ever. "For whom the bell tolls", "Enter Sandman". Satanie Infernous, my daughter becomes jumpy when I play a metal song. I'm thrilled. My MBC (Metal Blood Cells) are in her. She will definitely grow up to become a beeg metal-head</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Also, do check out this movie "School Of Rock"<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0332379/"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0332379/</span></a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><em><u>M for Momma:</u></em></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Momma liked rock (thats enough for a lady who was born before our Independence). She used to love "Sweet child of mine", "Hotel </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">California" (Pop?). And there's </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">one more song "Wash in the sea" which I am unable to recall / find out the artist & the album! And then one day all of a sudden Mother-love was no more. The very </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">back-bone of my life was gone! I was a void. I cried & cried & cried & cried like a little baby for many days. I refused food for a while. I just didn't want to live. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But then Momma never wanted me to suffer, so I had to bounce back. <strong>Metal helps us bounce back</strong>: It gives us character, It gives us hope, helps us manage angst, It takes away the frustration, it helps us face reality. It gives me a feeling that I'm </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the man. Well there's a song "You're the man". I am unable to recall / find out the artist & the album (again). Momma never objected to long hair cause maybe she knew that it was just a passing fad?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><u><em>To wind up:</em></u></strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1997 to 2009 could have been horrendous (typing in details here would be hard to digest) if not metal. Cause Metal is what keeps me going</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finally, M (abbreviated for my surname) also now symbolises METAL!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Keep metalling!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I wanted to name the blog "More addictive than cocaine or pussy!"</span></div>
mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-68147437261584257802012-10-09T18:39:00.004+05:302012-10-09T18:52:19.884+05:30Why BE?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><u>Are you a BE <em>(Bachelors of Engineering)</em>?</u></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">If so, do a simple in-the-mind survey:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Out of you & your 9 fellow pass-outs,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">1. Has anyone studied Mech and coding .NET?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">2. Has anyone studied EC and working in Purchase?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">3. Has anyone studied IT and doing recruitment?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">So why do recruiters prefer BE?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Why do employers prefer BE?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Why is BE-requirement subsuming lots of job verticals/functions across different domains?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">4 marks answer:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><strong>Selective-Entry:</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">The entrance examinations, peer-pressure and unsolicited advice from Uncles and Aunties ensures that smarter individuals get into BE. There, you have the first level of artificial-filtration.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Pressure to perform:</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">With classmates doing well, with minimum 60% aggregate required for placement andor scholarship and/or foreign admissions, there is an unyielding committment (read as "by hook or crook"?) to score well so that the future isn't dark.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Enhanced Learning area of the brain:</span></strong><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Every 6 months (is it really 6 months, or should I say 4 months) or so, an individual has to erase 6 old subjects and; burn 6 new subjects. Thereby improving the individual ability to consume new stuff faster (but does the individual understand any of what's in it?)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><strong>Multi-tasking:</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">For kick-arse men, it would be like juggling Girl-friends, Rock-shows, Exam scores and Personal finances all together. So, during the BE years, priortizing & de-prioritizing sub-routines are created. These may be modified slightly and invoked for execution later in life!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Satan's version of Murphy's law:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">During BE if you didn't have a GF (for men) / BF (for women) then, there is and was something wrong about you!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Now,</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Why do fathers-of-brides prefer BE?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Affluence, Prosperity, Job status!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Keep rocking</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Bye</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">PS: Ofcourse, there are some 'boys' who after being dumped go in a negative downward spiral or whatever.</span><br />
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mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-79387354731038868992012-09-08T21:41:00.001+05:302012-09-08T21:47:32.680+05:3046 years of Star Trek & what it means to me!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Prologue:</span></strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />I started watching Star Trek in the 1990s (TNG). I used to always wait for Captain Picard to deliver his final dialogue (moral of the episode). I also tuned into TOS which</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> was aired later. And, whenever chance permitted, I used catch up with any movies that were </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">running on TV.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Later I graduated to reading ST novels. My first one was "Dragon's </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Honour" and I haven't stopped ever since. "Metamorphosis", "The </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Undiscovered Country", "Devil's Heart", "Sarek", "Imzadi", </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Vendetta", "Dreadnought" and "Spock's World" to name a few of my </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yes I was thrilled to watch(2009) with its alternate timeline & </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">looking forward to its sequel. Its in 3D and is scheduled for next </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">year! There's lot of suspense brewing. I have an ST ceremonial </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">suit with a silver badge (communicator). Boy, I went through a </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">lot of trouble explaining my requirements to the tailor and the jeweller!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Prime Directive:</u>ST's Prime Directive maintains a rule that no Star Fleet officer </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">shall get involved into a non federation world & its issue unless explicity requested.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />Value = In many cases, its better not get involved & stay non-</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Promises:<br />Star Fleet has never pursued research on cloaking spaceships as a </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">part of an agreement with Vulcans.<br />Value = Always up your promise</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Tolerance:</u>In the TNG series Chief of staff, is a Klingon. The bartender is </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">El-Aurian. The science officer is an android. Couselor half-</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">betazoid. In TOS the first officer is Vulcan.<br />Value = No racism (even subtlety)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Unfair:</u>In the book "The Great Star Ship Race", Captain Kirk tells: "If </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">you want fair, don't run races!"<br />Value = Life is unfair, but do we have a choice?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Un-emote:</u>Vulcans are trained minds & are capable of controlling emotions </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">(unless one has a Bendii syndrome: A rare disorder among older </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">vulcans to lose emotional control)<br />Value = In times of chaos, have a vulcan's control</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u>Be specific:</u>Whenever Captain Picard goes to the food synthesiser he generally </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4 more years to go for the Golden Jubilee!<br />Where will the grand convention be? <br />Would I go there?<br />Or would I be organizing one here?<br />How many more movies would be released by then?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Epilogue:</span></strong>Wisdom of Surak:</span><a href="http://www.surak.org/"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">http://www.surak.org/</span></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">~Captain Satan Infernous, Enterprize 666</span></div>
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mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-72249813959736744292012-02-20T14:05:00.002+05:302012-02-20T14:17:06.786+05:30To be or not to be?<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_k1exaBnUsg/T0IIcxI6bYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zyMLBHwywH8/s1600/Satan%2BCorporate.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 261px; height: 400px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711136567779290498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_k1exaBnUsg/T0IIcxI6bYI/AAAAAAAAAG4/zyMLBHwywH8/s400/Satan%2BCorporate.jpg" /></span></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Is Satan Infernous bewildered?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">My IQ is 137, my brain runs 15 times faster than the average Joe enabling me to </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I feel I'm more homely that office-ly (if there was such a term?). Cause I complete work before 5 PM everyday, take all the 40+ paid-leaves in a year, cook once a week & take family out atleast thrice a week!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">What about becoming a "Corporate beeg shot"?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">What about having no time even to go to the wash-room?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">What about becoming a VP with a "Golden parachute"?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">What about becoming the independent director of a company?</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I will decide by 2013 end. There's lots of time!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Until then,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Keep rocking!</span></div>mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-74761072530596421612012-02-18T21:32:00.001+05:302012-02-18T21:34:14.707+05:30Save Indian Family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lunt6FJKdnw/Tz_LstfSrRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bXvALqFxhmw/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lunt6FJKdnw/Tz_LstfSrRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bXvALqFxhmw/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710506821514603794" border="0" /></a><br />Click on Title "Save Indian Family"<br /><br />http://www.change.org/petitions/save-indian-families-men-school-going-kids-toddlers-young-aged-women-aged-men-from-dangerous-criminal-draconian-law-of-india-ipc-498a#<br /><br /><h5 class="header why-important">Why This Is Important</h5> <p>We are fighting against Misuse of dowry Law(IPC498A),Domestic Violence,and Women favoring Laws of Divorce,Alimony and Child custody. <br />We create awareness among citizens; About Corruption,injustice,harassment, Gender biased laws,elder abuse and human rights.</p> <p>We fight against NGOs/feminists/authorities who support jailing of old/sick/minor/innocent people without investigations under section 498a.</p> <p><a href="http://www.saveindianfamily.org/">www.saveindianfamily.org</a><br /><a href="http://www.mynation.net/">www.mynation.net</a><br /><a href="http://www.protectindianfamily.org/">www.protectindianfamily.org</a><br /><a href="http://www.savefamily.org/">www.savefamily.org</a><br /><a href="http://www.498a.org/">www.498a.org</a><br />www.ghrs.in<br /><a href="http://aimwa.in/">http://aimwa.in/</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/news/suhaib-ilyasi-making-film-on-misuse-of-sec/802569/">http://www.indianexpress.com/news/suhaib-ilyasi-making-film-on-misuse-of-sec/802569/</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jAFrfW2AKQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jAFrfW2AKQ</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wS3a3XXLuM&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wS3a3XXLuM&feature=related</a></p> <p><a href="http://ibnlive.in.com/news/tortured-hubbies-victims-of-498a/27446-3.html">http://ibnlive.in.com/news/tortured-hubbies-victims-of-498a/27446-3.html</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4BO9t2RezQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4BO9t2RezQ</a></p> <p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/swarup1973">http://www.youtube.com/user/swarup1973</a></p> <p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dowry_law_in_India">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dowry_law_in_India</a></p>mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-88829309693255504352011-10-09T12:20:00.001+05:302011-10-09T12:24:41.940+05:30How to deal with Telecallers<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >TeleCaller: Sir, We are calling from xyz, We have an exciting offer for you?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Satan Infernous: Yeah, So you people are going to clean the overflowing gutter in the neighbourhood?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >TS: Sir, I'm speaking about pqrs offer.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Satan: Why don't you & your colleagues along with your manager come along on this Sunday & clean up?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >TS: Excuse me? (irritated)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Satan: No excuses</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >TS: This is ridiculous</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Satan: No this is philanthrophy!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >(She hangs up)</span></div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_fj44PGplI/TpFE5S45-TI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yp2XhBQJ6Rc/s1600/tele.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B_fj44PGplI/TpFE5S45-TI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yp2XhBQJ6Rc/s400/tele.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661381957695174962" /></a>mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-28841375963611019852011-08-11T19:21:00.001+05:302011-08-11T19:24:09.775+05:30For whom the bus rolls!Metallica comes to India in Oct '11:
<br />http://www.forwhomthebusrolls.com/index.html
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<br />Keep rocking!
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<br />mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-34176478686810436552011-03-05T19:22:00.005+05:302011-03-05T19:25:12.713+05:30Lets keep cricket clean?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_HkPvHi3_Y/TXJALanjERI/AAAAAAAAADs/jtWHdme33Zk/s1600/cricket_shot.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A_HkPvHi3_Y/TXJALanjERI/AAAAAAAAADs/jtWHdme33Zk/s400/cricket_shot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580593453133402386" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Satan's PJ of the day:<br />Q: How do you keep cricket clean?<br />A: Ask everyone to play sweep-shots!<br /><br />Keep.....<br />Bye</span>mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-77371974416817183652011-01-30T18:24:00.002+05:302011-01-30T18:28:17.439+05:30Little Satan in CAMP NOKOPOKOPOKONOMOPKO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKQVyFNZRMY/TUVfwmeCNOI/AAAAAAAAADc/iA2yGWXAkCs/s1600/85569011.img.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKQVyFNZRMY/TUVfwmeCNOI/AAAAAAAAADc/iA2yGWXAkCs/s400/85569011.img.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567961802878366946" /></a><br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />Dere Mom and Dud ,<br />I fune in camp<br />Cockruch in soup so non veg <br />One of the kidss feel in the lak and drown today Herbie was bite be a rottle snake today We had aple pie today we dint have watter sking today because mister monhan brok both of one of his leggs <br />So did melvin i hop i like the rist wach you bring me if you cum up to see me soon my coonseler is a fagg can i be one? i dont thimk it cost enything xtra <br /><br />yore sun santamnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-78653333793509172272011-01-29T18:03:00.005+05:302011-01-29T18:08:38.111+05:30Cost of inflation?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKQVyFNZRMY/TUQJWOF1VqI/AAAAAAAAADU/So3h3L48GGc/s1600/rupee-foradian.png.scaled1000.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LKQVyFNZRMY/TUQJWOF1VqI/AAAAAAAAADU/So3h3L48GGc/s400/rupee-foradian.png.scaled1000.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567585316681111202" /></a> <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />. <br />For the first time in history, Need, pleasure & torture are equally expensive (or inexpensive) How?<br />Onions 1 kg = 65 Rupees<br />Beer bottle = 65 Rupees<br />Petrol = 65 Rupees<br />Bus-ticket from my home-town to my in-laws home-town = 65 Rupees = TORTURE!<br /><br />Keep rocking,<br />Byemnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-25654585567967592142011-01-26T20:15:00.002+05:302011-01-26T20:19:25.610+05:30Keep crushing?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKQVyFNZRMY/TUAzuYtp29I/AAAAAAAAADM/qTGRGDExgPo/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKQVyFNZRMY/TUAzuYtp29I/AAAAAAAAADM/qTGRGDExgPo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566506011430869970" /></a><br /> <br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />MNP has arrived. Not Mobile Number Portability, but MN Prabhakar! Arrived at Bangalore that is....<br /><br />I'm not giving out all the details like names, venues etc, as one of them threatened with suicide! Hey, I've divulged my name. So is it Self-suicide (if there is such a term?)<br /><br />Well here goes, I got a call from few of my friends that there is going to be a Birthday party in the evening. I get there to find out:<br />1. There is no Birthday boy?<br />2. There is no Birthday cake?<br />3. I have to pay for what I eat? No OC (Other's Cost I say)<br />4. I have to tell who my crush was?<br /><br />The discussions at the "special-birthday-bash" were varied from using dettol for an after-shave, Newton's light scattering experiment etc, etc.. I wonder what Newton used after his shave? However I know what Darwin used: Nothing, Ref: He had a long beard! And hey, we also spoke about crushes! One of the member has Multiple-crush-disorder.<br /><br />MANTRA: If someone else goes out with your crush, its a curse!<br /><br />On the return trip, I was sitting with a U-19 Cricket team. One lesson I learnt: Never share your toothpaste-tube with a Team Member. I got back an almost empty one. Now that's what I call TEAMWORK?<br /><br />Before I forget:<br />2010: Year of Recuperation<br />2011: Year of Reclaimation<br />2012: Year of Ressurection<br />2013: Year of Revelation<br />2014: Year of Revolution<br />2015: Year of RECESSION (Again? Lets see...)<br /><br />Keep rocking,<br />Bye<br />PS: Are you game?mnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3007906191842672996.post-42455438427333926342011-01-12T18:48:00.000+05:302011-01-12T18:49:38.612+05:30Satan Washing Powder<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKQVyFNZRMY/TS2qWVUkPuI/AAAAAAAAADE/ctHuyaBgq5s/s1600/Satan%2BWashing%2BPowder.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LKQVyFNZRMY/TS2qWVUkPuI/AAAAAAAAADE/ctHuyaBgq5s/s400/Satan%2BWashing%2BPowder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561288415529680610" /></a><br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Washing Powder Satan<br />Washing Powder Satan<br /><br />Doodh ki safedi,<br />Satan se aayi<br />Rangeen kapda ye khil khil jaaye<br /><br />SABKI PASAND SATAN<br /><br />Washing Powder Satan<br />SATAN!<br /><br />Keep washing,<br />Byemnpsatan13http://www.blogger.com/profile/03059453964136876233noreply@blogger.com1