<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322</id><updated>2012-02-03T15:12:59.419+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Half Rebel</title><subtitle type='html'>Rebellion.. a word that symbolizes strength, "Breaking the Status quo". How many times in our lives we have felt, perhaps its time for a change.    
 I am a rebel trying to figure out that spark inside myself. My rebellion, more than anything else, is against Myself. And yet, Peace pervades me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-2074649895383591957</id><published>2007-04-10T03:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-10T03:07:54.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm moving</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving to a new blog address &lt;a href="http://halfrebel.vox.com/"&gt;http://halfrebel.vox.com/&lt;/a&gt; which is hosted on vox which i've found more sleeker and user-friendly for my purposes. Do comment on new look of blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Himanshu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-2074649895383591957?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2074649895383591957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=2074649895383591957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/2074649895383591957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/2074649895383591957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m moving'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-171870779130359315</id><published>2007-04-08T03:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:02:57.621+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My SELF</title><content type='html'>This is a post long due on my blog. I haven't written anything on this blog since a long time. To give an excuse, most of the people leave writing posts on their blogs after three months of starting their blogs. One can call it the fatigue factor. Initially, it's the euphoria of starting a new thing but later on, one has to have a very strong reason for writing. To some people, the instinct might come from within but to a rather mute person like me, It sometimes feels more of an effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog is a manifestation of a person's self expressed in words. Whenever we want to look at us in retrospect, we want to look at ourselves as perfect. Therefore, most of us don't like our photographs because most of us aren't photogenic. Similarly, Writing a blog is an easy thing but when over a period of time when your pieces of writing get build up, Many a times you come up with pieces that weren't written with fullest sincerity. And in my case, it makes me feel Bad. So, In a way, I've accepted this fact that I do not live my life with sincerity but do not like that that I'm imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of bloggers who write continuously usually have something to write about. But subject usually fail me. What should i write about. Germany? Regarding what.. The people here? the contrasts with India? Economy and Infrastructure, etc etc. I'll tell all about it to anyone who's interested in asking about any of these, but write it on blog.. It's strange that i'm not able to conjure up a coherent story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I just lack every trace of coherency in my life. I do not know my life's goals. Currently i'm reading Milan Kundera's "The Unbearable Lightness of being". Kundera speaks about life as a unique event which has never occurred before. Nobody knows the future and the fear of the unknown is constant companion to everyone because what happens tomorrow has never happened before. Therefore, not knowing my life's goals should be the only possible option before me. That i do not know my future is the only reason i look forward to the future. If i were to know everything about my future, life would just be too boring. Perhaps, Understanding this truth helped me in ridding myself of frustration for few moments but still it didn't charged me in any way towards the way i do my office work or conduct my everyday relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Being a self-proclaimed amateur Economist, I can clearly say that I do not have an incentive in my life. The incentives that i have right now such as earning money to achieve short-term gratification don't propel me to change my attitudes towards life. But simply speaking, I've come to feel that i've a problem with the conventional incentives. In fact, I usually find other people strange who do things with their full zeal. I feel very grateful to people who help me, care for me and love me and I find myself reciprocating such things without doing any personal efforts. But to other things where the reciprocation is done by money or a higher authority order, I find it extremely turn off. So, clearly The incentives in my case aren't the usual incentives such as money, promotion or anything else but they are People, My personal attachments with them, time spent together and mutual understanding. But I also understand that most of people i know seem to do things as if they really want to do what they're doing. Or at least, their dedication, sincerity and zeal makes me feel so. I just want to understand that whether i'm an exception in this world of Perfect humans or whether i'm the norm and everybody is wearing a false face? If i were to ask my friends, they'll just ignore my question and say "Well.. nobody knows. Why don't you just continue with life and at least enjoy it in a better fashion by fighting for usual incentives." Perhaps.. Perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world of Perfects, i'm the one with the clown face. In the world of faces, I'll show everyone my true self coz nobody will believe it. Such would be my fate. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-171870779130359315?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/171870779130359315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=171870779130359315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/171870779130359315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/171870779130359315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-self.html' title='My SELF'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-2053412217272160446</id><published>2007-03-08T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-08T18:38:11.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Found God - The Physics Way</title><content type='html'>For past few months, I've been dwelling on Atheism, God and the fear of the unknown. And Now, After going through research spanning several decades by eminent Scientists and reading though our Hindu philosophy, I've come to conclusion that whether God exists or not, He can be described in real sense using available modern science in concrete terms. Here's my theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All non-Hindu followers who believe in God, are perplexed by stone and idol-worshiping practice of the Hindus. Those acquainted with Christian philosophy will know that according to Christianity, God can't be present in anything present in this whole Universe that we can imagine of as everything that's even remotely human is unholy. Similar view is true of Islam too. As per Bible, Christ came to this earth, but he wasn't a human and none of His body or deeds were even comparable to Humans. He was born from a virgin (Mary) and never married (Therefore, this hullabaloo over The Da Vinci Code).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Going by Hindu philosophy, God is present inside everything present in Universe that we can think of and can't think of. So, When we worship a stone We are not worshiping a stone, We are worshiping God which is inside stone. Cut the stone into two, You won't find God standing there playing a flute or an electric guitar. The two pieces of Stone still have god inside them and as per your belief, you can continue to worship the Stone to please the God ultimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, keep on cutting the stones to further smaller pieces. To what level you'll go.. Molecules, Atoms, proton, neutrons, electrons? Just keep on cutting. Now, According to Modern Science, The smallest atomic particles discovered till date are electron, positron, neutrino and anti neutrino. So, Finally these can be assumed as the equivalents of Brahma, Vishnu, Mahesh and Shakti (Kali) in Hindu philosophy as God can't reside inside anything further smaller. Therefore, Positron == God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you believe in non-particulate nature of matter, then God == wave. So, this accounts for the unimaginable (advait) part of God. So, Finally I've found God via The Physics way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-2053412217272160446?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2053412217272160446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=2053412217272160446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/2053412217272160446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/2053412217272160446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2007/03/found-god-physics-way.html' title='Found God - The Physics Way'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-2902597504020737948</id><published>2007-02-28T22:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-01T12:46:03.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Authority Deficit</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking over a little concept for last few days. How much external influence and authority have influence on our actions. I can start the discussion with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milgram_experiment"&gt;Milgram's experiment&lt;/a&gt;, but I would like to look at the question in a more personal and Indian contexts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Milgram Experiment suggest is - Human beings obey to external authority if they believe in its veracity and even in cases, The correctness of the authority isn't very clear but If the subject (Person participating in experiment) assumes that what is being asked is for some ultimate better purpose, People are willing to do what is being ordered. The Aim of Milgram's experiment was to suggest a reason for behavior of Nazi soldiers during Second world war for execution of thousands of Jews - Why didn't they protest it? What happened to their Morals? Their common sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Experiment gives out a surprising result in overall statistics. People behave strangely as opposed to common sense. They perform actions which they rationally can't justify. They know that what they are doing is somewhat wrong but still as the external authority wants it and gives a plausible reason for it (which they would never believe during a rational discussion), They do it. A very cruel real life example is present &lt;a href="http://www.courier-journal.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20051009/NEWS01/510090392"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to discuss on our personal lives. A lot many times in our life, We are asked by our supervisors, our parents to act or follow some command. A very real example would be some guy who is on site, to work continuously for 28 hours and then report next day after some 3 hrs sleep. I've never encountered a person who would not come to office next day at the right time. People would whine and complain but still they would obey. Why? Because they believe that such an action is the right action. Talking of parents, i've seen few of my friends trying to do a love marriage. The lucky ones have their parents agreeing to them but to the other ones, It's something strange. Parents give absurd reasons - caste problems, religion problems, families status problems, Society pressures, yada yada yada - All of which are rationally unjustifiable. And yet my peers never say it boldly to their parents. And what i feel most disturbing about this is - They accept the authority of their parents. I'm very sure that there are instincts in human beings which enrage them when it comes their basic moral values. But when it comes to parent's advice people don't get enraged.. they just feel depressed and lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've many roommates with whom i've had discussions on this. All of them agree with futility of arranged marriages but still none of them agrees that their parents' and families' views are absolutely absurd. What i'm trying to say all along is: They accept the authority of their parents even when these people are 25-26 years old, are intelligent, are more well read than their parents ever would be, but still accept the views of their parents. None of them has a stand that they are as intelligent and rational as their parents and therefore, they are capable of making right decisions about their life. All of them say "I can't fight against my parents, I'll try to pacify them and change their stance" - A decent approach but flawed basically. The usual approach is - "I know you're angry but please listen to me. I love this boy/girl and allow me to marry him/her". Why does no one ever say "I'm more intelligent than you would ever be and I'm going to make my own choices".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to job life, Most of us are not satisfied with our pay packages, our work profiles. And yet, when at the next boss-to-subordinate interaction, when he says that Our company has the best work, even though it doesn't has the best pay package.. Most of us believe him. At all water cooler talks at office, People cry about the pay packages but i've never heard anyone crying - This company has no work or challenging projects. Why are boss always able to project to their subordinates that the projects they are working on are Challenging enough. It's again the authority given by team members to the Boss. When he says "We've got fantastic project.. a challenging project and enticing prospects ahead" Nobody crosses him even in his own mind. Yes, i know that people do switch jobs but still everytime it's the pay package that's the driving factor and not the delusion about work challenge prospects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that some people would say it as "Respect to elders" is a age-old Indian tradition. But traditions have to have some basic grounding. If we never question our traditions, our society would always remain a backward society no matter how economic growth we achieve. What i feel is that in the garb of Elderly authority, Most Indian youths are making fool of themselves by not challenging the age old beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do we question the existence of God even when we can always justify every act rationally or scientifically? How many times we ever believe that our parents are normal human beings who are capable of making erroneous judgments as We youths are at an age of 25-26. We, in fact, never believe that our elders are just plain simple men and women having a limited understanding of the world as we all human beings have. I know that some people would argue against me but my point always was - "Why do people give authority to others just based on perceptions of the society on Power and Authority hierarchies?". The debate was never against elders or teachers or company bosses. It always was - Do we all lack so much authority in ourselves that as soon as somebody else exercies it, We are willing to accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not yet satisfied with my reasoning, Watch Black Friday. It beautifully tells the story of Badshah khan who is lured by Tiger Memon to murder Hindus for avenging Muslim blood. Never during the conversation, Badshah khan questions the authority of Tiger Memon which Tiger Memon gets only due to being group leader of the Terrorist Gang. In real life too, The bloody politicians are able to incite mobs for riots only because The Mob itself gives an unquestionable authority to the politicians to sway their views on truth and lies, and all this happens in a democratic country like India and not a totally communist country like China where the Mob has to agree. Perhaps, it's the biggest flaw of human nature that we all need a leader, for our Society to be organized. And it's the same need for a leader, an external authority which will make us realise, How big a fool we've all been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-2902597504020737948?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/2902597504020737948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=2902597504020737948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/2902597504020737948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/2902597504020737948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2007/02/authority-deficit.html' title='The Authority Deficit'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-6045147053697548094</id><published>2007-01-08T21:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:42:32.702+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No One</title><content type='html'>I'm the One.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know my goals..&lt;br /&gt;but the world tells me,&lt;br /&gt;you have to be the One.&lt;br /&gt;Get a salary,&lt;br /&gt;Get a perfect body,&lt;br /&gt;and be the One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the one you love,&lt;br /&gt;and marry the fair babe.&lt;br /&gt;Take the initiative, be creative.&lt;br /&gt;Be a leader,&lt;br /&gt;After all,&lt;br /&gt;there is no glory&lt;br /&gt;in just being a seeker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run..&lt;br /&gt;coz if you don't run,&lt;br /&gt;you're a loser.&lt;br /&gt;Read the books..&lt;br /&gt;coz if you don't read,&lt;br /&gt;you're a fool.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't really matter,&lt;br /&gt;if you don't understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;Your life,&lt;br /&gt;has to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;or, else copy the Page3 preachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a mess,&lt;br /&gt;and it can't belong to those,&lt;br /&gt;who find it without having tons of money.&lt;br /&gt;and then without leaving it all,&lt;br /&gt;and then without going to himalayas,&lt;br /&gt;and then without becoming the next Budhdha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God..&lt;br /&gt;The messiah of the losers,&lt;br /&gt;The Biggest lie on Earth,&lt;br /&gt;and yet everyone's brainwashed.&lt;br /&gt;Find him, and get the Nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that.. nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;whether he too wants to be the One!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i'm not the One,&lt;br /&gt;I have to be the One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand me!!&lt;br /&gt;I just can not be a No One.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the One.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the One.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-6045147053697548094?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/6045147053697548094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=6045147053697548094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/6045147053697548094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/6045147053697548094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-one.html' title='No One'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-4631818254603546389</id><published>2006-12-22T20:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-22T20:46:04.535+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Corrupt mind (or, Corrupt brain)</title><content type='html'>This &lt;a href="http://www.economist.com/opinion/displaystory.cfm?story_id=8453850"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; caught my attention. A Person in US started behaving abnormally after developing a brain tumour. Remove the tumour, off goes the abnormality. Resurfaces the tumours, resurfaces the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;a href="http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/3m_for_sex_overdrive/articleshow/865050.cms"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; in TOI reported that a person UK got paid 3m for a damage to his brain which altered his personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question here, as raised by The Economist, is about the free will. Do we have a free will or, are we conditioned by some factors over which we have no choices. I haven't read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/002-2007191-8739257?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=mozilla-20&amp;amp;index=blended&amp;link%5Fcode=qs&amp;amp;field-keywords=broca%27s%20brain&amp;amp;sourceid=Mozilla-search"&gt;Broca's brain&lt;/a&gt; but have heard about one or two fascinating cases mentioned in the book - cases about persons who can recognise stationary objects but can't register moving objects, and about many more mind-boggling cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though these cases caught my attention just for their peculiarity, but when i told these cases to my friends, they just said - "So, now you've got an excuse for your lecherous activities". Huh! Sometimes even when you're speaking truthfully, nobody believes you. Where's the question of free-will when it comes to people making judgements about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-4631818254603546389?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/4631818254603546389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=4631818254603546389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/4631818254603546389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/4631818254603546389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/12/corrupt-mind-or-corrupt-brain.html' title='Corrupt mind (or, Corrupt brain)'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-116244898654406110</id><published>2006-11-02T11:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:10:59.690+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Longing for an answer</title><content type='html'>I was just wondering over a trivial question, Why do men generally have shorter head hair and women longer head hair in Human societies. I tried to find the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hair"&gt;answer&lt;/a&gt; but couldn't find anything satisfactory than shorter hair for man are proscribed in military services just for the purpose of maintaining discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Indian context, i can't find any specific reason for this practice. i'm not saying that this is something horribly wrong happenning with our society, still just for a curiosity. One thing about men and women hair i know for sure - only men become bald, not the women. Women's head hair density becomes low but they don't become bald. Is that got something to do with shorter hair for men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason i've been able to conjure up is, it just started somewhere as a tradition and since then, its been continuing without anybody ever questioning it. Well, The Great Indian culture!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;: I understand that sikhs have long hairs, but again that's for a traditional reason. Similarly, the dudes having pony tails or boys who keep long hairs nowadays are doing it just for the sake of individuality (read - for pretending to be hip and followers of western values) So, somewhere in our society, it's not natural for men to have longer hairs. The same kind of argument will apply to women also. They do have bob cuts, etc. but still the ratio is heavily skewed in favour of long haired woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh.. In the end, what a silly question when Indian Economy is growing and india's youth (i'm surely not one of them, according to the surveys done by business magazines all over india. Though i've never met even one person who personifies the ideal indian youth presented in these magazines)  are sucking the lifelines of the West with their firang accent, writing software codes and by answering one or two profound questions of the world in BPO call centres? I should better get going to get a haircut. At least it will help to beat the mumbai humidity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-116244898654406110?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/116244898654406110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=116244898654406110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/116244898654406110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/116244898654406110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/11/longing-for-answer.html' title='Longing for an answer'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115557405194693117</id><published>2006-08-14T22:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:26:09.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>jackwise</title><content type='html'>my friend &lt;a href="http://www.prakhargupta.blogspot.com/"&gt;prakhar&lt;/a&gt; has written few very nice poems on his blog. Do visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115557405194693117?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115557405194693117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115557405194693117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115557405194693117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115557405194693117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/08/jackwise.html' title='jackwise'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115557342871973897</id><published>2006-08-14T21:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:07:08.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>sky-crapper</title><content type='html'>Okay, what do you do when you begin to feel that the quality of your writing is no longer to your satisfaction. You stop writing or, you continue the crap expecting that perhaps beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. That's why, even in this all mess of mine, i believe some patient and imaginative reader will be able to find some beautiful pattern that will make him relive the memories of long long forgotten childhood, drops of rain and usual emotional stuff. So, all of you reading my infinite universe of crap, one advice for you. Do keep reading my blog regularly so that you'll always have confidence in yourself that perhaps you don't write that bad after all. There is someone in this universe who is lot worse than you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115557342871973897?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115557342871973897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115557342871973897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115557342871973897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115557342871973897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/08/sky-crapper.html' title='sky-crapper'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115427964398742745</id><published>2006-07-30T22:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:52:09.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Plagiarised Business idea # 1</title><content type='html'>I'm not quite aware of How the Medical system works in US. As far as i know Mediclaim is one of the biggest expenses there and All reknowned Hospitals ask for your Mediclaim papers before treating you. However, now they've come up with some &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14014782/site/newsweek/"&gt;fast-food versions of bigger Hospitals.&lt;/a&gt;  However, in india its the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dinkercharak.com/mgt/jugaad.htm"&gt;Jugaad&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that wins always. So, we already have clinics at every nook and corner comprimising of allopathic, homeopathic, Yoonani, etc. So, you want medical treatment at Rs. 10/- you can have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, the philosophy adopted by Hospitals in US can be applied here in India. For e.g. Government can allow some similar medical clinics on the local train platforms of mumbai. In such a busy life of mumbai, its just way too difficult to extract time for a visit to Doctor. Even though we have doctors at every nook and corner. Still, the best ones are always crowded and one has to take a margin of one to two hours for any simple treatment. So, definitely i would welcome such versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If somebody amongst you has been excited by my plagiarised business idea, then whenever you open you clinic, do thank me. And one more thing.. Will we get the &lt;a href="http://msnbcmedia.msn.com/j/msnbc/Sections/Newsweek/Components/Photos/060718_060724/060721_HealthClinics_wide.hlarge.jpg"&gt;nurse shown&lt;/a&gt; in the photograph. Well, that's &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0316316962/gladwellcom"&gt;The Tipping point&lt;/a&gt;.. what say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115427964398742745?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115427964398742745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115427964398742745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115427964398742745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115427964398742745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/plagiarised-business-idea-1.html' title='Plagiarised Business idea # 1'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115427730577629313</id><published>2006-07-30T21:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:05:05.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i'm burning.. still</title><content type='html'>Today I read an article of &lt;a href="http://www.gapingvoid.com/Moveable_Type/archives/000932.html"&gt;Hugh Mcleod&lt;/a&gt;. I won't say that it was bad or boring in any way at all. However, I do feel that all Creative persons have self-attached ego with themselves. So, they keep on trying to show the way for the world. I'm not saying that Hugh is any way boring or, his work is bad ( in fact it's fantastic). However, I can't take straight advises from someone, So can't accept his too.. Heh. Spirit of Half Rebel alive inside me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115427730577629313?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115427730577629313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115427730577629313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115427730577629313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115427730577629313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-burning-still.html' title='i&apos;m burning.. still'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115427681366620886</id><published>2006-07-30T19:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:22:30.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Himanshu Zen</title><content type='html'>No, i haven't changed my surname. i'm Himanshu Gupta still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For last few days, i'm again going into that blank phases of mine. So, i thought that since indian philosophies and hinduism isn't working for me. (yeah.. i know that i don't do anything least bit religious still.. frankly speaking i'm bored) So, i thought that why not give Zen teachings a try. At least, the things you don't understand can be termed as enlightening. In hinduism you will get interprations of every Act of Gods (Democracy.. duh). In Zen teachings, nobody will explain you anything. You just keep observing the universe, try to solve some mind-less puzzles (can' use mind in solving them). So, i thought that maybe a mind-less guy like me(this time speaking it literally) would fit good with &lt;a href="http://growabrain.typepad.com/growabrain/2005/01/zen_koans.html"&gt;Zen&lt;/a&gt;. However, i'm yet waiting for enlightenment when i'll take my first step towards it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115427681366620886?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115427681366620886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115427681366620886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115427681366620886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115427681366620886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/himanshu-zen.html' title='Himanshu Zen'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115375898219675235</id><published>2006-07-24T21:40:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:19:16.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RSS Feed, The murderer</title><content type='html'>Did RSS Feed kill anybody.. yes they did. i'll tell you how. They killed the google Ads, the source of income for a "now poor" blogger like me. Now anybody who is using a feed reader such as Google reader or, bloglines must have observed by now that the Google Ads that show on the blog during normal viewing don't figure in the RSS Feed reader interface. So, one misses all the Ads and that's the reason that I, who once used to get millions of visits and used to make millions of dollars by my Google Ads no longer make any money because nobody visits my blog anymore. They all read it on their feed readers where my Google Ads can't reach.. Oh god.. did ye hear my cries, did ye hear that RSS Feeds killed my ambition of equalling Warren Buffet's wealth. RSS Feed.. the murderer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to those who don't even know what RSS Feeds are, Go &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phishing"&gt;phish&lt;/a&gt;. and i'll live in the misery along with my google Ads. what? you can' see any Google Ads on my Blog. well.. there's an old story about a beautiful painting of "cow  eating grasss". Have you ever seen it. i'll show it to you. Here is it below.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;you: Er.. can i ask you something Mr. Himanshu. i can't see any painting above here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;himanshu: Well.. the picture is of a cow eating grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you: i can' see the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;himanshu: Well.. the cow has eaten all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you: and now where's the cow? After eating all the grass it has left the field and has gone to graze somewhere else.. is that what you are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;himanshu: exactly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you got my point. Okay, don't kill me. sorry for such a long long Poor joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115375898219675235?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115375898219675235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115375898219675235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115375898219675235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115375898219675235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/rss-feed-murderer_115375898219675235.html' title='RSS Feed, The murderer'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115358805110017515</id><published>2006-07-22T22:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:38:24.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Father. i've a confession to make.</title><content type='html'>What the Heck!! Do you guys even understand the pressures of feeling &lt;a href="http://blog.ragan.com/archives/stevesblog/2006/07/why_has_this_sp.html"&gt;blogimpotent&lt;/a&gt;. i'm just imagining the pressure of real one's (and being a pervert won't make you an eligible bachelor) My Advice, Go to Doctor and have a check. I had mine just this morning. I'm not diabetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115358805110017515?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115358805110017515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115358805110017515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115358805110017515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115358805110017515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/father-ive-confession-to-make.html' title='Father. i&apos;ve a confession to make.'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115358529550917169</id><published>2006-07-22T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:51:35.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bodhisatva,The Realization</title><content type='html'>I always used to console myself over my poor grades in college saying that 'one should be an allrounder in life' believing that a little bit of dancing besides studies would make me an all-rounder. Alas! i was &lt;a href="http://gauravsabnis.blogspot.com/2006/07/fulfilling-needs.html"&gt;wrong&lt;/a&gt;. In life, it is always decided by others that whether you're an allrounder or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115358529550917169?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115358529550917169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115358529550917169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115358529550917169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115358529550917169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/bodhisatvathe-realization.html' title='Bodhisatva,The Realization'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115358441046761096</id><published>2006-07-22T21:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:37:22.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.. Babu</title><content type='html'>lo! Here's the &lt;a href="http://sudhamshu.blogspot.com/2006/07/mumbai-machine.html"&gt;secret&lt;/a&gt; behind mumbai being voted the rudest city in the world. i'm proud of my manhood (pun unintended) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The heading of this post is a tribute to Manoj Bajpai's iconic feat in 'Road'. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i hope my fans will send me boxes full of cakes and pastries saying 'Thanx.. Babu'&lt;/span&gt;. Well... don't bug me alright. i used to attend english speaking classes at a time. So, a word or phrase was given at the start of the class and everybody had to frame a sentence using that phrase. so, it was just one of those sentences. However, i wouldn't mind if you'll send me a suitcase full of cash. I swear i'll send you a clip saying  "Thanx.. Babu" in my own natural amitabh bachchan baritone voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115358441046761096?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115358441046761096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115358441046761096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115358441046761096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115358441046761096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks-babu.html' title='Thanks.. Babu'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115358272828556137</id><published>2006-07-22T21:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:53:03.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fasting, Feasting</title><content type='html'>Here's to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ideaconstructor/15589224/"&gt;Americaano indian culture&lt;/a&gt; spreading in our indian cities. I've heard that Anita Desai has written a novel by the same name as the Heading of this post. Okay, my dear google i've &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0618065822/103-8671229-6126226?v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;found it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do look at the comments on Paris Hilton's pic. Though for paris hilton's true fans, here's a &lt;a href="http://indiauncut.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-ever-go-to-france.html"&gt;gem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115358272828556137?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115358272828556137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115358272828556137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115358272828556137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115358272828556137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/fasting-feasting.html' title='Fasting, Feasting'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115296730608927539</id><published>2006-07-15T18:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-15T18:15:55.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is Google missing something?</title><content type='html'>The eye-candy of today's www (world wide web, How many of you still remeber that :) )  Google definitely seems indestructible and unstoppable today. Just go to &lt;a href="http://labs.google.com/"&gt;google Labs&lt;/a&gt; and you would be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i've found two flaws about Google which might be a sore throat for it in the long run. One is lack of Google's integration of its social services network and more than it, keeping most of its project in the Beta phase. &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/"&gt;Orkut&lt;/a&gt; is still not open to everyone as against &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;, which anyone can join. Its blogging portal, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt; doesn't provides features such as control on Who can view your blog posts, as in case of &lt;a href="http://360.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo 360&lt;/a&gt;. Part of Being a social Service provider means that one should have access over one's accessories. Some major points have been raised in the following &lt;a href="http://news.com.com/Googles+anti-social+downside/2100-1038_3-6093532.html?tag=st.num"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other contention is related with google's promotion of firefox over Internet Explorer. It is obvious as IE is a Microsoft's product. However, in the case of firefox, one of the most used features of Firefox is its tabs feature. You want to open a window, you just open a new tab and start surfing. The problem with this is that no homepage opens on your Screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Companies like google, yahoo and microsoft spend millions of dollar on tie-ups with browser developers and softwares firms such as Adobe so that their webpage would be the first preferred portal for users. Presently, Google is the first choice world over when it comes to numbers, regarding the most preferred search engine. However, if a time comes when Google starts losing in numbers behind other firms then its strategy of promoting firefox might backfire. Because the first page that the user would see would no longer be Google, instead it would be his own preferred portal such as microsoft, yahoo or any other webpage accessed directly and not after viewing Google as homepage of Firefox (or any other browser).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, that's why Microsoft is yet to release a version of Internet Explorer with tabbed browsing facility. I would like to know reader views on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115296730608927539?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115296730608927539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115296730608927539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115296730608927539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115296730608927539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-google-missing-something.html' title='Is Google missing something?'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115289542103316857</id><published>2006-07-14T21:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-14T22:23:45.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Food®</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mom enters kitchen to find her family seated at the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Mom:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; So what do you guys want for dinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Son:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Original Recipe®!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Dad: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Green Beans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Daughter: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tender Roast®!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Son: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seasoned Rice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Dad: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Homestyle Biscuits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Daughter: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Colonel’s Crispy Strips®!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Son: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;KFC® Snacker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voiceover:&lt;/b&gt; KFC. Resistance is futile.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This was only an &lt;a href="http://www.themorningnews.org/archives/the_nonexpert/truth_in_advertising.php"&gt;Advertisement spoof.&lt;/a&gt; However, there are some beautiful Ads in India such as, that of Frankfinn Air Hostess Academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soha Ali khan: Are reena, kya kar rahi ho aajkal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Reena, What are you doing now a days?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reena's mother: computer kar rahi hai. ek saal baad shaadi karaa denge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She's doing computer. we'll marry her after one year)&lt;/blockquote&gt;aaargh.. computer?? What is meant by doing computer. anyways, The spoof of This Ad can't be made for sure. It itself is a big spoof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115289542103316857?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115289542103316857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115289542103316857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115289542103316857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115289542103316857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/food.html' title='Food®'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115272313908856804</id><published>2006-07-12T21:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:22:19.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A million steps of bruised steel</title><content type='html'>I'm late in blogging anything about mumbai blasts. Yet, it shakes one's insides to be a part of most cosmopolitan city of india and watching gory scenes on your Television. and still.. there is nothing you can do except just sympathesize.. or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the news of blasts reached everyone, the cellphone networks were jammed. if you had access to net, fine.. at least you could inform your loved ones that you are safe. But it was a different thing altogether, to observe and live the journey back home. Fully-packed buses, people walking towards homes in middle of rains, bunches of people trying to get hold of any mode of transport - i saw many trucks full of people standing on their backs. The air seemed different, i don't know whether i was afraid or not, but perhaps i was watching mumbai with a different perspective altogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few moments, it seemed everyone around had forgotten what had happenned. Mumbai roads and traffic were already in tatters after few showers of monsoons and it was no different yesterday, with the situation more worse than ever with everybody switching to road transports. Stranded in traffic jams, i just observed those around me. Sitting in a company bus, knowing that you are safe now but observing the common people outside, i understood everybody knew that something terrible has happenned to the city. We were not running for our lives. We were not afraid. But it wasn't alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i boarded down from the bus, i went to the temple and wished for everyone's safety. i thanked god for taking care of me and then i saw urchins playing in front of temple. Playing and laughing, they didn't care what had happenned to mumbai. i looked towards the highway, towards the traffic jam and then i looked towards the urchins, towards the temple and idol of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sai Baba&lt;/span&gt; and walked towards my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, All of us have watched these heart wrentching scenes of flesh and blood spilled everywhere and have discussed it with our friends, our family. Few posts by &lt;a href="http://indiauncut.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amit&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://gauravsabnis.blogspot.com/2006/07/about-terrorism.html"&gt;Gaurav&lt;/a&gt; have been really touching and really the efforts of  &lt;a href="http://mumbaihelp.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mumbai Help&lt;/a&gt; are praise worthy. But i perhaps want to understand that what is it that will change inside us when we observe such incidents. Will we change, will we stand  up and give the perpetrators of terror a bloody blow on their faces. Or, perhaps we would just look towards the gods, thank them for keeping ourselves and our relatives safe, condolesce with the dead and their relatives, and move on with Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the clearcut answer. We don't know who did this. We don't know what purpose they would achieve by doing this. But i know that mumbai can't stop. It just can't.  All local trains were operational by 10.30 p.m. yesterday night and all offices and schools are open today. The city was bruised, injured and batterred but it won't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today morning, when i came to office, there were no traffic jams. Perhaps, many people were staying in their homes and spending time with their family and loved ones instead of coming to offices. But i know that terrorists can't win. They would never. I know that again there will be traffic jams and the roads will be crowded and the city would move on, without caring two pence for anything or anyone in this world. That's the indomitable spirit of Mumbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115272313908856804?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115272313908856804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115272313908856804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115272313908856804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115272313908856804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/million-steps-of-bruised-steel.html' title='A million steps of bruised steel'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115237515924242340</id><published>2006-07-08T21:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:42:39.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spreading hatred everywhere</title><content type='html'>Having varied experiences in our life is definitely we all crave for. however, i came across this blog where the blogger seems to &lt;a href="http://anothermommymoment.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-got-my-first-piece-of-hate-mail-woo.html"&gt;enjoy hate mail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been waiting and waiting for it. I knew eventually I'd say something that would piss people off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i hope i too will get loads and loads of hate mails coz, there is a saying in hindi "&lt;em&gt;badnaam bhi hue to kya hua, naam na hoga&lt;/em&gt;". (Being infamous, in itself, is being famous too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if i would have read something like this about some politician or, some media channel i just would have cringed. Since, this is the usual norm of these persons that you find it awry if they start behaving like true gentleman. anyways, having an opinion will always result in somebody having a different &lt;a href="http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/waiting-for-10000-mark.html"&gt;opinion&lt;/a&gt; than yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, this was the post of a just simple girl, that's why i put it here. Although i hope that i won't start getting hate mails from this girl itself for calling her '&lt;em&gt;simple&lt;/em&gt;' :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115237515924242340?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115237515924242340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115237515924242340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115237515924242340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115237515924242340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/spreading-hatred-everywhere.html' title='Spreading hatred everywhere'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115200426974746341</id><published>2006-07-04T14:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:29:07.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bravo!!</title><content type='html'>I'm glad that i had to eat my words regarding Indian cricket team performance. I know that neither my criticism nor my praise would reach Indian team However, i as a fan have perfectly genuine expectations from my favourite team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricket is a religion in India. People here won't know so many stories about their religious gods as much they would know about their cricketing heroes. I'm just glad to be a part of this fan following, This crowd of foolish people who know that perhaps sleeping 3 hours less would make the next day in office almost unbearable. We indians do love our Heroes of cricket team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other sports winners may cry foul but i think it all becomes irrelevant when you see Sachin Tendulkar going on backfoot and hooking Shoaib Akhtar for a Six in world cup Semifinal. You would dance the whole day and whole night in wait for the next innings of 'The god' Sachin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to our Heroes 'Dravid and his mates'.. Bravo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115200426974746341?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115200426974746341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115200426974746341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115200426974746341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115200426974746341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/bravo.html' title='Bravo!!'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115176439288552927</id><published>2006-07-01T18:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:35:03.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i do have ears</title><content type='html'>To know that you are a fool and still not doing anything about it, can be summed up as my interpretation of myself. most of the times, i end up realizing everything after i have done it. Previously, i used to get frustrated at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now i've become rather neutral to this. i don't bother about whether i was able to achieve what i had set out to. But the world has its own ways, i've been forced to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, i'm trying to come to office on time, trying to make priorities in life, and finally, i'm trying to study for CAT. Perhaps, the level of preparation and its pace isn't fast enough. Still, it's encouraging and absorbing. At least, i'm able to do something which i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try and do some more things of this sort. Perhaps, then i would believe in myself that i can do things which i dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up Half-rebel!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115176439288552927?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115176439288552927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115176439288552927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115176439288552927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115176439288552927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-do-have-ears.html' title='i do have ears'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115175780475331181</id><published>2006-07-01T17:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:13:24.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>God.. i wait for thee</title><content type='html'>Today is a Sad day. Argentina lost the match against Germany. My god 'Riquelme' is out of world cup. I will still watch the world cup however, without supporting any team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, As far as Cricket test match between india-west indies is concerned, Gaurav Sabnis &lt;a href="http://gauravsabnis.blogspot.com/2006/06/lovely-chaps.html"&gt;writes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Indian team is very considerate. They are batting like this in the first session because they don't want the fans to feel they missed anything watching Germany-Argentina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The score as I post this - 13/2 in 16 overs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, definitely watching Indian cricket team's attitude for the last three test matches, its better not to watch the match at all. Always, on the final day the Indian team goes on the defensive while claiming that we had the upper hand. Come on guys, at least try for a win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, its a Sad day. i'll wait for you - Riquelme, give me the world cup next time for sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115175780475331181?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115175780475331181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115175780475331181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115175780475331181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115175780475331181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/07/god-i-wait-for-thee.html' title='God.. i wait for thee'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115150575739903903</id><published>2006-06-28T20:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:15:04.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Go India!! Go</title><content type='html'>Found this hilarious &lt;a href="http://www.madmanweb.com/archives/0603new_outsourcing_opportunity_for_india.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. entrepreneurs wanted :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115150575739903903?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115150575739903903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115150575739903903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115150575739903903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115150575739903903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-india-go.html' title='Go India!! Go'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115142423534208081</id><published>2006-06-27T21:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:32:55.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking for a dream career, Think no more</title><content type='html'>There are many boys like me who have been inspired by great Antara mali epic "Main madhuri dixit ban na chaahti hoon" and we too have imagined ourselves in the role of "Main Imraan haashmi ban na chaahta hoon". Of late, i've heard that our "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pappi raja&lt;/span&gt;" won't be doing any kissing from now on in his movies. i wonder what work will he do then in the movie. If any of you has thought even in his dreams that "Mr. serial kisser" can act, then do post a comment here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, money being the ultimate goal, i'm thinking nowadays about becoming "serial suer" - guy who keeps on sueing serially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are my inspiration behind pursuing this career:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul doyle on Guardian's &lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/worldcup06/2006/06/27/you_get_the_referees_you_deser.html"&gt;world cup blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/worldcup06/2006/06/27/you_get_the_referees_you_deser.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As anyone who's ever sued a supermarket after tripping over a stray piece of broccoli knows, societies are increasingly litigious. Football clubs and players are not excluded from this trend, nor would we expect them to be, given the amount of money now swishing around the game. Manchester United reportedly threatened to hold Sven-Goran Eriksson personally liable if Wayne Rooney suffered a recurrence of his metatarsal injury during the World Cup, and Newcastle are said to be considering launching proceedings against Fifa to force the global governing body to pay Michael Owen's salary for the duration of his latest convalescence, which apparently could last up to six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;and closer home, Sahara-Jet &lt;a href="http://www.ibnlive.com/news/sahara-to-sue-jet-for-rs-2000-crore/14073-7.html"&gt;divorce&lt;/a&gt; before marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueing is fun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;koi shak!!!&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;himesh reshammiya's sucking line.. yuck yuck!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115142423534208081?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115142423534208081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115142423534208081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115142423534208081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115142423534208081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/06/looking-for-dream-career-think-no-more.html' title='Looking for a dream career, Think no more'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115133300732361850</id><published>2006-06-26T19:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:13:27.490+05:30</updated><title type='text'>half rebel</title><content type='html'>Indian express &lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/story/7257.html"&gt;writes&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;span&gt; "In fact, Indian society has a particularly hypocritical attitude towards teachers’ pay: the loftiness   associated with teaching is seen as some sort of a justification for low salaries. This is bunkum, of course. We won’t get either enough teachers or, more important, good teachers unless we make the profession attractive materially. And while doing this we mustn’t make the mistake some Western countries like the US and Britain have: try to hike pay at college and university levels while keeping school teaching a low paid job. There’s no point talking of quality education&lt;a href="http://www.indianexpress.com/story/7257.html#" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: relative;" class="kLink" onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,1);" target="_new" id="KonaLink1" onclick="adlinkMouseClick(event,this,1);" oncontextmenu="return false;" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,1);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; position: relative; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px;color:blue;" &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-bottom: 1px solid blue; color: blue; position: relative; font-family: Verdana; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 1px; background-color: transparent;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, if well-paid educators aren’t central to the discussion."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is one issue i've always felt about. I, as a child, used to adore my teachers. i believed them when they taught me that we should be morally right. I used to listen their stories with awe and admiration. i trusted them and believed them, they gave wings to my dreams in the stories which they taught us in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, i'm a grown up. i think of teaching as a profession, just as any other profession. In fact, frankly speaking i've become so much cynical that i almost refuse to believe the age old logic that people doing teaching jobs, at least in india, are doing it to serve society. In this fast paced and demanding life of today, money has become a very important factor for choosing any career. I, being from an IIT, can't imagine any of IITians engaged in low-paying teaching jobs in schools. There are a few who go into coaching institutes for the lure of the money But there isn't one who teaches in Schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when i start thinking about the future of India, i am scared at the prospect. If underpaid, unsatisfied and lesser-competent persons only will take to teaching profession due to its low-paying status, In the long run, we might be creating a hollow future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, youths like me do get inspired by watching movies like 'Rang De Basanti' but when it comes to taking a choice for lifetime, we are just unable to choose, unable to think on our own. Our society is so much bound by stereotypes that, making your parents and relatives understand your choice, to accept a life of lesser money than your colleagues, just to do good for the society doesn't really charges anyone to change life's paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. i know i'm a half-rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" name="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115133300732361850?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115133300732361850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115133300732361850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115133300732361850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115133300732361850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/06/half-rebel.html' title='half rebel'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115116127953400505</id><published>2006-06-24T19:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:37:17.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'>janmat zindabaad</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i had my friends were having free evening snacks in our canteen. By chance, we enjoyed a great evening at i-flex :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It consisted of two parts. first was the food. Now, my company never wants its employees to become fat. that's why the taste of the food is always such that even if you are hungry since last two days, you won't be able to eat more than two chapatis. Yesterday, i think by some mistake, we had some nice tasting snacks on our tongue-buds. Ok, that was the first part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our canteen, we are having two flat screen televisions so that whenever an outside visitor would visit our company, He would be led to believe that we employees enjoy so much freedom that we can watch television also. Obviously, there is a catch. The television is 'ON' between 7 to 7.45 p.m. only. you can't change the channels nor the volume (due to god damn Child lock.. hail i-flex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest advantage being, the channels shown on these televisions. yesterday, One of them was showing 'Janmat' and the other was showing 'Channel 7'. Now, definitely i-flex doesn't wants its employees to watch television even for half-an hour. Who the hell on earth watches janmat or, channel 7??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i along with my friends was enjoying my free snacks and then, something happenned. The television beside me started showing images of bikini-clad women shaking their bodies vigorously while doing samba. Now, that was a sight for us. all the women sitting nearly started blushing. But obviously, the television was child-locked so, nobody could do anything about it. So, we guys kept on enjoying the beautiful brazilian females while women sitting around tried to behave as if nothing was happening :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. at that moment i cried loudly (obviously, i wasn't caring about women employees. i don't think i have any chances of making any girl-friend even here in i-flex. curse of ITBHU :(   ). So, coming back to my crying loudly.. i cried "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JANMAT ZINDABAD&lt;/span&gt;". (hail janmat). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"junta ka mat" &lt;/span&gt;:) (public's view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115116127953400505?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115116127953400505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115116127953400505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115116127953400505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115116127953400505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/06/janmat-zindabaad.html' title='janmat zindabaad'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115115611791679772</id><published>2006-06-24T18:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-24T19:12:41.270+05:30</updated><title type='text'>mum-bhaiyya</title><content type='html'>I've been living in mumbai for about 1 year now. i've went through all kinds of emotions about mumbai. i've loved its diversity - endless people everywhere, endless faces with wrinkles, sweats, rich and poor, its one of its kind life in india - the city respects every individual. Here in mumbai, Nobody asks you questions, you are free. your next-door neighbour won't ask you about your personal life. you live life in mumbai, you die and you are forgotten, still the pace of the life moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And then there are scenes of traffic jam, pollution, utter chaos and waste of time due to roads and flyovers being constructed in every nook and corner of the city.. it just makes me sad and sometimes cringe for shifting to some other city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps i haven't really understood mumbai in its totality. still when i found this &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/mb_mumbai/pool/show/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; on flickr on photographs of mumbai, i again went through all those emotions and those memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you live in mumbai - you have all kinds of questions in your mind. Everyday, the pace of life remains same. you get up, you run and you do your job in office. your only interaction with the city being the long traffic jams and broken roads. you find yourself crying for some relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there are reports in mumbai newspapers regarding mumbaikars loving their city the most in India and i wonder what might be the reason behind it. There is no space to live in the city. Even a 1 BHK in far suburbs would easily cost 25 lakhs. infrastructure of the city is collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, people love it. i've talked with my friends - my room mates and they love this city. Anurag said to me - This is the only city which is alive no matter when you step out of your home. Even at 3 am in the night, one would find roads filled, highways being plied upon by vehicles, you can always find a roadside cigarette and coffee-wala at this time, sitting beside the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be girls and boys enjoying and partying in pubs. Even at 12.30 in the night, i've found girls walking alone while they are in tee shirts and low waist jeans. i don't know whether such girls are call girls or not as it rather seems strange to find a girl being so much prepared with make-up. But then, i think that i respect the city's attitude - rarely any man would dare to approach the woman. you are respected. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"mumbai mein har koi apne kaam se kaam rakhta hai" &lt;/span&gt;i had heard this line often before coming to mumbai but now, i realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In cities like bangalore, i've heard from my friends that the native people of city don't accept the outsiders like me, ridiculing us as north indians. There is no such attitude in mumbai. Regarding pune, it closes down at 10 p.m. in the evening. no open shops, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all have a tendency to curse the system sometimes. Even when we are satisfied and things are going according to us, our basic system cringes for a change. that's why we humans rebelled in the first version of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_matrix"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Matrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i cry because i try to go down into my memories of my college days of BHU. its a completely changed life now. i get up, i go to office, i come back, watch TV, chat to my friends for half an hour or so and go to sleep. i think the 'the fun part' of the life has become rather subdued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm slowly trying to make a sense of all this. i no longer cringe for that night life. however, i do get bored whenever any newspaper brings out an article regarding night life of mumbai. i know that i can be blamed as a case of sour grapes as i myself am not living a very active life, i might be termed 'sour grapes'. But still, with the kind of job pressures, crumbling infrastructure and roads which keep you stuck in traffic jam for 3 hours daily, one might think that night life is only for the sons and daughters of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ameer junta&lt;/span&gt; (super riches).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, watching those flickr images and the time which i spend in my balcony watching the blue sky,  watching slums stretched across many kilo metres, and just observing the passing time and life, i think i forget all my complaints. The city has its charm. i might not cheer up whenever i listen "Mumbai" but yes, it's a different kind of city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we don't know how to live the life. perhaps if i had more money and a less hectic job, i would have enjoyed mumbai more. perhaps if i lived in the posh areas of mumbai - bandra, juhu or south mumbai.. i would have complained less as there would be lesser traffic jams, better roads and infrastructure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never made an effort for anything in my life. i've slowly become a mumbai wallah. i've never watched a sunrise or sunset in mumbai. my balcony faces west and from ground there are tall building everywhere that i can never watch the sun setting in the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all keep on running for getting something in our lives that has been eluding us. But i don't know whether achieving money, time, life-partner will make me reach there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the title of my post is mum-bhaiyya. we north indians are called as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bhaiyya log&lt;/span&gt; in mumbai. that's why i'm calling myself as mum-bhaiiya :) but still i believe that i am always accepted and forgotten in mumbai :) the city doesn't care for you. it won't stop. it won't bleed for you. it would just keep on moving. this is mumbai, and i'm a mum-bhaiiya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115115611791679772?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115115611791679772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115115611791679772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115115611791679772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115115611791679772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/06/mum-bhaiyya.html' title='mum-bhaiyya'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115097924038536221</id><published>2006-06-22T17:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:22:01.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cinkara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hm.hamdard.com:5050/star.jsp"&gt;Cinkara&lt;/a&gt;, the energising tonic has changed its punchline in its new Ad campaign. In its earlier Ads, There was this poor man having no energy left in him and being made to to loads of work. its jingle went as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeh bechaara..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaam ke bojh ka maara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ise chahiye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hamdard ka tonic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinkara"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in english  - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pathetic man&lt;br /&gt;is so much saddled by work.&lt;br /&gt;He needs&lt;br /&gt;Hamdard's tonic&lt;br /&gt;Cinkara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;finally in the Ad, our protagonist drinks a spoonful of cinkara, suddenly jumps from his office chair and breaks the office's cabin glass with his new found energy from Cinkara.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now, i've always been a lazy&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;boy (activation energy in my case has an infinite value.. everybody around me always seems to wonder.. what's wrong with me)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. So, when i was young. My father always used to scold me - Why are you so lazy. Why don't you seem energetic like other boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, there was this Ad of "Cincara" in television commercials. My Dad used to bring Cinkara for me so that i would change at least some bit. Now, i don't really remember my childhood much. So i don't know whether became charged with the energy of 1 photon or not but, recently when i saw the Ad again.. childhood memories came back to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the jingle was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kamjori se chhutkaara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinkara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in english:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relief from weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinkara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The scene of breaking of office glass were the same this time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i am writing this. well, now a days i'm doing job. My parents are no longer with me due to job's location constraints, i being in mumbai and they in jabalpur. However, this time, i myself am thinking about buying a bottle of Cinkara :) as it is becoming obvious to me that if i don't change myself soon, i might become extinct (following the Darwinian Principle of Survival of the fittest, i think i am not doing anything for which anybody will give me even a single penny for any job)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my appeal to the Readers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN PLEASE ANYBODY BUY ME A BOTTLE OF CINKARA :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i'm too lazy in even going to the medical store. i think i should talk to some museum where i can get some money by standing as a homo-sapiens specimen. i don't think there is anything else that i can do.. huh... i'm so sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115097924038536221?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115097924038536221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115097924038536221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115097924038536221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115097924038536221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/06/cinkara.html' title='Cinkara'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115081177304848490</id><published>2006-06-20T18:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-20T21:26:24.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Raat aadhi kheench kar meri hatheli</title><content type='html'>This is a poem by late Mr. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harivansh_Rai_Bachchan"&gt;Harivansh Rai Bachchan&lt;/a&gt;, Father of legendry &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amitabh_Bachchan"&gt;Amitabh Bachchan&lt;/a&gt;. Although it would be a great dishonour to Harivansh Rai Bachchan if i take his name along with Amitabh Bachchan only as he in himself was an Amazing Personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one poem of his. I am sorry to english-reading viewers of mine as this poem is in hindi. Here are the lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Raat aadhi kheench  kar meri hatheli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Ek ungli se likha tha pyar, tumne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Faasla tha  kuchh humare bistaron me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Aur charon or duniya so rahi thi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Tarikayen hi  gagan ki janti hain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Jo dasha dil ki tumhare ho rahi  thi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Main tumhare paas hokar door tumse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Adhjaga sa aur  adhsoya hua sa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Raat aadhi kheench kar meri  hatheli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Ek ungli se likha tha pyar, tumne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Ek bijli  chhu gayi, sahsa jaga main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Krishnapakshi chaand nikla tha gagan  me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Is tarah karwat padi thi tum ki  aansoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Bah rahe the is nayan se us nayan  me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Main laga doon aag us sansaar me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Hai pyar jisme  is tarah asamarth-kaatar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Jaanti ho us samay kya kar guzarne ke  liye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Tha kar diya taiyyaar tumne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Raat aadhi  kheench kar meri hatheli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Ek ungli se likha tha pyar, tumne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Praath he ki  oar ko hai raat chalthi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Auh ujaale mein andhera doob  jaata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Manch he poora badaltha kaun aise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;kkoobiyon ke  saath parde ko uttatha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;ek chehra sa laga thumne liya tha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;aur meine tha  utharaa ek chehra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;vo nisha ka swapn mera tha ke apne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;par gazab ka tha  kiya adhikaar thumne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Raat aadhi kheench kar meri  hatheli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Ek ungli se likha tha pyar, tumne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Aur utne  faasle par aaj tak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Sau yatna kar ke bhi na aye fir kabhi  hum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Fir na aya waqt waisa, fir na mauka us tarah  ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Fir na lauta chaand nirmam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Aur apni wedna  main kya bataun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Kya nahi ye panktiyan khud bolti  hain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Bujh nahi paya abhi tak us samay  jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Rakh diya tha haath par angaar  tumne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Raat aadhi kheench kar meri  hatheli,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;Ek ungli se likha tha pyar, tumne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harivansh Rai bachchan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115081177304848490?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115081177304848490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115081177304848490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115081177304848490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115081177304848490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/06/raat-aadhi-kheench-kar-meri-hatheli.html' title='Raat aadhi kheench kar meri hatheli'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115079540966495991</id><published>2006-06-20T14:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:45:56.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rebel motto - II</title><content type='html'>Here is my rebel motto, which I wrote myself. This gives me the spirit that i will never give up.. never give up. i plan to make it my tee-shirt caption someday. Right now, its my status at google Talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/3046/1600/rebel%20motto%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 424px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4930/3046/320/rebel%20motto%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115079540966495991?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115079540966495991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115079540966495991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115079540966495991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115079540966495991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/06/rebel-motto-ii.html' title='Rebel motto - II'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29922322.post-115079393384802650</id><published>2006-06-20T14:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:31:18.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rebel motto - I</title><content type='html'>This is from Apple's think different campaign.  Once upon a time, it gave me the spirit to rebel and still gives. found these lines at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; for "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Think_different"&gt;Think Different&lt;/a&gt;". Here are the lines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Here's to the crazy ones. &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The misfits. &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The rebels. &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The troublemakers. &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The round pegs in the square holes.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;The ones who see things differently.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;They're not fond of rules &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;And they have no respect for the status quo.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;About the only thing that you can't do is ignore them.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Because they change things. &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;They invent.     They imagine.     They heal.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;They explore.   They create.        They inspire.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;They push the human race forward.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Maybe they have to be crazy.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;We make tools for these kinds of people.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;dl style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;change the world, are the ones who do.&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29922322-115079393384802650?l=halfrebel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/feeds/115079393384802650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29922322&amp;postID=115079393384802650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115079393384802650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29922322/posts/default/115079393384802650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://halfrebel.blogspot.com/2006/06/rebel-motto-i.html' title='Rebel motto - I'/><author><name>Himanshu Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09706325519687185235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_gKfGwYLPxIg/ReW18OniRMI/AAAAAAAAAA0/prKPCAM1Llo/s320/self_photo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
