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It is strange that:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SvU8-c2oviI/AAAAAAAAAdY/zg359_4LvqQ/s1600-h/cat_driving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SvU8-c2oviI/AAAAAAAAAdY/zg359_4LvqQ/s320/cat_driving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;“When I was driving the car, I yelled at people walking down the street.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I was walking on the street, I yelled at people driving the cars.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fast driving is so much fun, isn’t it?. It’s adrenaline rush, and the feeling of weightlessness? -it’s awesome. Driving at a high speed I wrongly overtook one car. By the time I realized my mistake, the car was left far behind. All that adrenaline rush feeling was over and I brought my car to a normal speed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a few minutes, the same car sped past me and stopped right in front of my car. My gut feeling said that the things are going wrong. I was all alone and the road was empty too. Fear struck my heart and my stomach had that feeling -the one you get before an interview or a viva. A man double my size stepped out of the car and asked me to step out too. Things definitely were going wrong, mustering courage I stepped out.&lt;br /&gt;
I could sense anger in that man’s eyes. But when I went near he asked politely(Maybe by my getup I appear an innocent person. Thanks to the Sarkari Naukari, now I hate formals no more): &lt;b&gt;“Sir, your fast driving could have killed me”&lt;/b&gt;. I apologized, and since that day my speedometer hasn’t read more than 45km/h. After all, more than myself I don’t want to risk somebody else's life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Image curtsy: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/loritingey/"&gt;loritingey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-7260316732361828991?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/11/driving-nonsense.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SvU8-c2oviI/AAAAAAAAAdY/zg359_4LvqQ/s72-c/cat_driving.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-2298490625936330440</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 03:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-07T14:55:32.711+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">festival</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">india</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><title>Happy Diwali</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Happy Diwali to all my friends.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
May this Diwali bring happiness infinite to you. And also:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Stk3XX3N7SI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IaPz3kFRhmQ/s1600-h/Diwali.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Stk3XX3N7SI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IaPz3kFRhmQ/s320/Diwali.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
» May your blog get huge popularity&lt;br /&gt;
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» May your posts get 1000's of comments&lt;br /&gt;
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» May your blog get loads of backlinks&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
» May your blog get listed on the first page of Google search&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
» May your blog get featured in the Time magazine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
» May you get featured in the every "Top Bloggers" list&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
» May you start a blog - if you don't have one! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And above all&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;May you ever stay a happy &amp;amp; nice blogger, as you already are.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy Diwali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-2298490625936330440?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/10/happy-diwali.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Stk3XX3N7SI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/IaPz3kFRhmQ/s72-c/Diwali.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-5542174663794138847</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 18:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-13T00:19:24.738+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short fiction</category><title>How to handle the traffic police?</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/StN0nQtIxnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/q-tLB3bUzCs/s1600-h/Traffic_police.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/StN0nQtIxnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/q-tLB3bUzCs/s320/Traffic_police.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cop whistled at the black Alto and asked to stop.&lt;br /&gt;
Knock, knock. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Roll down the windows you freak."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The cop:&lt;/b&gt; License Please!&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry sir, I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cop:&lt;/b&gt; What?, Show the registration.&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry Sir, but this is not my car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cop:&lt;/b&gt; Fine!, Do you know what's the penalty for not carrying the papers?, &lt;b&gt;500 Bucks!&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry Sir, I'm a government servant, and have not got salary this month.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cop:&lt;/b&gt; OK then, pay me &lt;b&gt;200&lt;/b&gt;, without receipt.&lt;br /&gt;
Sorry Sir, forgot my wallet at home.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cop:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;What the F***!,&lt;/b&gt; go off you bastard.&lt;br /&gt;
Thank You Sir. But Sir.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cop:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; NOW WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sir I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Cop:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;FOR WHAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sir, the car is running out of gas, could you please lend me &lt;b&gt;500 bucks&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-5542174663794138847?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/10/how-to-handle-traffic-police.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/StN0nQtIxnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/q-tLB3bUzCs/s72-c/Traffic_police.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-3628922243261407664</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2009 09:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-09T20:20:14.053+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">myself</category><title>My first award</title><description>Thank You &lt;a href="http://hummingwords.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aditi&lt;/a&gt; for the award. I'm honored.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Ss786qe20WI/AAAAAAAAAdA/VQ8Myrfeg8w/s1600-h/loveblogaward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Ss786qe20WI/AAAAAAAAAdA/VQ8Myrfeg8w/s320/loveblogaward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Ss785MsJa1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/sGO0BDCjmn8/s1600-h/one_lovely_blog.jpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Ss785MsJa1I/AAAAAAAAAc4/sGO0BDCjmn8/s320/one_lovely_blog.jpeg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;And also Thank You for the interesting TAG.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Statutory Warning:&lt;/b&gt; This article is unnecessarily long and contains lots of personal uninteresting stuff, read at your own risk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;1. What is your current obsession?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My Chevrolet Spark, &lt;a href="http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/02/which-camera-to-buy.html"&gt;Nikon D40&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; Apple MacBook.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;2. What are you wearing today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Blue Jeans &amp;amp; Light brown T-Shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;3. What's for Dinner?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
No idea.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;5. What are you listening to right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Fiqrana from the movie Blue, music by A.R.Rehman. Amazing song.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;6. What do you think about the person who tagged you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
There are rare people who follow their heart, those who chase their passions. Aditi is one of them. With such a great attitude, she's definitely going places.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;7. If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sundernagar, as the name suggests is a beautiful place in Himachal, I always dreamed of building a house there someday. Now my dream house is already under construction and I'm too excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;8. What are your must-have pieces for summer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing!, Because if summers make my complexion dark, winters are gonna make it white. So whether it's summer or winter, I enjoy both. :P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;9. If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sainik School Balachadi, where I've spent the most beautiful years of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;10. Which language do you want to learn?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sanskrit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;11. What's your favorite quote?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"Be the change that you wish to see in the world." - &lt;a href="http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/03/anonymous-letter-to-mahatma-gandhi.html"&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;12. Who do you want to meet right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;13. What's your favorite colour?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Navy Blue.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;14. What is your favorite piece of clothing in your closet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Formal black pant &amp;amp; a sky blue shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;15. What is your dream job?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Own a bookstore so that I get to read a lot of stuff for Free.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;16. What's your favorite magazine?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Reader's Digest.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;17. If you had $100 now, what would you spend it on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tripod &amp;amp; a 55-200mm lens for &lt;a href="http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/02/which-camera-to-buy.html"&gt;my Nikon D40&lt;/a&gt;. With the leftover I'll buy &lt;a href="http://www.sunilparashar.com/search/label/books"&gt;books&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;18. What do you consider as fashion faux pas?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I think fashion itself is a faux pas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;19. Who according to you is the most over-rated style icon?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
S.R.K, I don't understand why people adore him so much.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;20. What kind of haircut do you prefer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Formal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;21. What are you going to do after this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Continue with "The White Tiger" by Aravind Adiga&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;22. What are your favorite movies?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Hindi:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/09/ymi-movie-every-indian-should-watch.html"&gt;Yeh Mera India&lt;/a&gt;, Anand, Ab tak chappan, Swadesh, Hungama, Hera Pheri.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;English:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
American Beauty, Crash, Adventureland, Braveheart, A beautiful mind, Toy Story 1 &amp;amp; 2, Shrek Series, Lion King, Finding Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Korean:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My Sassy Girl, Classic.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;23. What are three cosmetic/ makeup/perfume products that you can't live without?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Water, Water, Water. Rest all is marketing gimmick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;24. What inspires you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Honesty &amp;amp; Simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;25. Give us three styling tips that always work for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Bath everyday, Avoid onions in the lunch, Smile as much as you can, coz it improves your health &amp;amp; also the frequent movement of lips keeps your teeth clean &amp;amp; shining :D.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;27. Coffee or tea?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Coffee&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;28. What do you do when you are feeling low or terribly depressed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Put on some music and play "Age of Umpire" (In the EASY mode).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;29. Which other blogs do you love visiting?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Genuine blogs. Check out my favorite blogs in the blogroll.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;30. Favorite Dessert/ Sweet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;31. Favorite Season?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Spring&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;32. If I come to your house now, what would u cook for me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If it's your first time, I'll take you to the nearest decent hotel. If you are a frequent visitor, well i'll check the refrigerator (for the raw vegetable obviously) :D.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;33. What is the right way to avoid people who purposefully hurt you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I'll give them more opportunities to hurt me, until they get bored with it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;34. What are you afraid of the most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
What if my wife doesn't like cooking?. :D&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;35. My question: Funniest one-liner you've ever heard?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I want to die peacefully in my sleep, like my grandfather. Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rules for those who are tagged: Respond and rework – answer these questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own, and add one more question to the list. Then tag as many people as you like.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would love to pass on the tag and award:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://lifeunwinded.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yogesh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://wwwscribblingsonthewall.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mesoliloquy.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Solilo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-3628922243261407664?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/10/my-first-award.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Ss786qe20WI/AAAAAAAAAdA/VQ8Myrfeg8w/s72-c/loveblogaward.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-590811926650557265</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2009 10:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-06T15:31:59.448+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">iWonder</category><title>Football dreams</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SssU_bda1eI/AAAAAAAAAco/aNx3HivuTSo/s1600-h/football.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SssU_bda1eI/AAAAAAAAAco/aNx3HivuTSo/s200/football.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As a little kid I longed to be a football hero. I wanted to kick the ball like the big guys. At the age of ten, when I was sent to the hostel, I volunteered to join the class football team. We were a bunch of kids just excited about the game. Every evening I would excitedly put on my sneakers and run to the playing ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For days I kept chasing the ball without getting a single chance to hit it. Every time the ball was passed on to me, my mind went blank and failed to make any decision. By the time my mind worked out something, some other guy would be handling the ball.&lt;br /&gt;
Due to my inability to take quick decisions my team members lost faith in my game. At times they would shout names and make faces at me. Dejection set in, and a feeling of failure captured my heart. And I decided not to play the game ever again. Whenever asked, I termed football as a mere time waste. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now as a grown up I hardly find any leisure time but I still wish to kick the ball like those big guys someday. &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Encouragement is a big factor in a child's life, we all know this. But still, how many of us really encourage the kids around?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-590811926650557265?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/10/football-dreams.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SssU_bda1eI/AAAAAAAAAco/aNx3HivuTSo/s72-c/football.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-937721828039217202</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Oct 2009 08:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T14:29:50.334+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short fiction</category><title>I am the Spiderman</title><description>I'm the Spider-man. I can fly past heavy buildings with the help of a rope. Whoa, I can climb huge buildings in a fraction of a second. But wait wait, Why have I turned so powerful?. Just because a spider bit me unknowingly?. This can't be true!.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SscPg4Q-KRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gZ6mvEqZqts/s1600-h/Spiderman_funny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SscPg4Q-KRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gZ6mvEqZqts/s200/Spiderman_funny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With the vermilion mark on my forehead and a short pony tale, I'm the Desi version of the spider-man. &lt;b&gt;I have a wife too, and two kids.&lt;/b&gt; But they are perfectly normal. Maybe they are not lucky enough to be bitten by a spider. Yes, this is the shortcut to success; go to the nearby jungle, get bitten by the deadliest spider and get the celebrity status overnight.&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes were close, and my back felt painful, maybe due to the war I just had with the goons. But wait, where is my wife? and the kids are missing too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I opened my eyes and a spider was dancing on my bed. I stretched my eyes in order to let more light pass through them. And two more little monsters were mocking me from the ceiling. I grabbed my missiles (water bottle, mug, shoes) and bullets (pen, pencils and the other stuff kept on the table) and smacked down those monsters. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Yes!, I won the war, I'm the strongest.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, I should sleep again now. This time peacefully, with no such wacky dream.&lt;br /&gt;
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Image Curtsey: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/spyndle/"&gt;Spyndle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-937721828039217202?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/10/i-am-spiderman.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SscPg4Q-KRI/AAAAAAAAAcY/gZ6mvEqZqts/s72-c/Spiderman_funny.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-5298640741584277064</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-30T10:25:24.686+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">india</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">himachal</category><title>A road to Chitkul</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Background:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SsLCZtLvB3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/aHoAHOeXbJk/s1600-h/SunilParashar_at_Chitkul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SsLCZtLvB3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/aHoAHOeXbJk/s320/SunilParashar_at_Chitkul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chitkul&lt;/b&gt; is a remote village in the Kinnaur district of Himachal Pradesh. It is the last village on the Indo -Tibet trade route and the road ends here. After Chitkul the journey is to be made on foot.&lt;br /&gt;
It's a small and beautiful village with a population of not more than 700 people. Climate is cold throughout the year. And it's located on the right bank of the Baspa River.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
After returning from the night shift, I along with three other friends (namely Yatish Kumar Singh, Sumit Awasthi &amp;amp; Vinod Birdi) started our journey at 8'O Clock in the morning. Chitkul is nearly 120 Kms from our place. After traveling for one and half hours we had our breakfast (&lt;b&gt;Paranthas and Chole alongwith India's national drink (hot tea)&lt;/b&gt;) at Tapri - a small station on the right bank of Satluj river. Here we stuffed our cab with plenty of eatables and a large bottle of Coke which we were unable to drink.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SsLV-NyKdgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jtzr3KjH2xM/s1600/Apples_%28C%29SunilParashar.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SsLV-NyKdgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jtzr3KjH2xM/s320/Apples_%28C%29SunilParashar.com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After traveling for another hour or so we reached the famous Sangla Valley. Located on the banks of the Baspa river, Sangla valley is a delight for the nature lovers. Especially the stretch after Raksham and right up to the Chitkul. The valley is extremely beautiful, on the left bank of the Baspa river are the snow cladded mountains and on the right bank the whole terrain is full of apple orchids and wooden houses. We stopped at a place called Bhateshwari and ventured into the nearby orchid to have a photo session. There the owner of the orchid - an old man gifted us fresh apples from his orchid, and we enjoyed them as if we have never had apples in our entire life. &lt;br /&gt;
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After this we headed towards our final destination - The Chitkul.&lt;br /&gt;
At Chitkul we tracked for nearly three kilometers and then climbed down to reach the river.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The things which amazed me about the Chitkul are: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Baspa River:&lt;/b&gt; Chitkul would not be so beautiful without the Baspa River. I just fell in love with the serene blue water.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SsLV-NyKdgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/jtzr3KjH2xM/s1600-h/Apples_%28C%29SunilParashar.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SsLERqlmZvI/AAAAAAAAAcI/inMvssgOQTs/s1600-h/Baspa_river_%28C%29SunilParashar.com.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SsLERqlmZvI/AAAAAAAAAcI/inMvssgOQTs/s320/Baspa_river_%28C%29SunilParashar.com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wooden houses and temples:&lt;/b&gt; Most of the houses here are wooden and have an unique aroma which still haunts my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Bhoj Patra:&lt;/b&gt; Bhoj patra is the bark of a special tree found in the Himalayan belt. The bark is easily removable and resembles the pages of a diary. The Ancient people used it for writing scripts and keeping records. Even today it finds its use for the religious purposes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Potatoes:&lt;/b&gt; Yes, potatoes are grown on a large scale over here and they are the costliest in India. They are known for their sweet taste and heat producing effects.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a lot of fun we settled at the nearby hotel and enjoyed the delicious lunch. And when the sun disappeared we started our return journey. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;With a promise that someday we'll again visit this heaven on earth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS:&lt;/b&gt; For more interesting pics, check out &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/supar/sets/72157622347357949/detail/"&gt;my Flickr stream&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-5298640741584277064?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/09/road-to-chitkul.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SsLCZtLvB3I/AAAAAAAAAcA/aHoAHOeXbJk/s72-c/SunilParashar_at_Chitkul.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-6830017085344085286</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 23:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-27T05:42:17.054+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cartoons</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short fiction</category><title>Tim Asks</title><description>In the retrospect I desired to be a famous cartoonist. My dreams got shattered the day my drawing teacher asked us to draw an elephant. I gave it my best shot. After putting much pressure on his right brain my drawing teacher named my sketch as &lt;b&gt;Buffalo&lt;/b&gt;. I happily accepted the award of two beatings for the masterpiece. For I thought he named my cute elephant as Buffalo because my sketch was Untitled. It was my friend cum roommate who made me aware of the actual fact. Maybe it happened coz I never saw an real elephant. Or maybe I ignored the fact that an animal could have such a massive pipe like structure in place of the nose?. &lt;br /&gt;
Well that was that.&lt;br /&gt;
Recently I happened to stumble upon this great site named &lt;a href="http://www.toondoo.com/Home.on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ToonDoo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It's an online tool for creating cartoons and animation. And here is my experiment (Though the joke is not my original).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tim Asks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Sr6ilwlRtnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6TSLES4Le5I/s1600-h/Tim_tales1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Sr6ilwlRtnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6TSLES4Le5I/s320/Tim_tales1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Sr6inzvDk4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/fXEXE75CCzY/s1600-h/Tim_tales2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Sr6inzvDk4I/AAAAAAAAAbw/fXEXE75CCzY/s320/Tim_tales2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Sr6ipve4oiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ro_6uipbuo8/s1600-h/Tim_tales3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Sr6ipve4oiI/AAAAAAAAAb4/ro_6uipbuo8/s320/Tim_tales3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-6830017085344085286?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/09/tim-asks.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Sr6ilwlRtnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/6TSLES4Le5I/s72-c/Tim_tales1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-2303480092603401473</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2009 09:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-24T15:28:29.251+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short fiction</category><title>Ram and the Leela</title><description>&lt;b&gt;RamAvatar&lt;/b&gt; a local electrician was to enact as &lt;b&gt;Lord Hanuman&lt;/b&gt; in the village &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ramleela"&gt;Ramleela&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Though a man of weak physique, he did not settle for any other role. Everyone in the village, be it children or the ladies made fun of him and this was his only chance to prove something.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SrsTOPiwGgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GjOZik0HxHA/s1600-h/Ram_Ravan.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SrsTOPiwGgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GjOZik0HxHA/s320/Ram_Ravan.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;His role for the first day of Ramleela was simple, he was to enter the stage with a dummy mountain in his hands and speak out &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Jai Shree Ram"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;- his only dialogue for the day.&lt;br /&gt;
But RamAvatar was a cleaver man, he thought, why not use some creativity and impress the villagers?.&lt;br /&gt;
In the afternoon, he took a metallic plate and decorated it with electrical bulbs and wires, giving it the shape of a mountain, and placed it on the branch of a tree right above the Ramleela stage. He also tied a long rope to the branch. Upon his turn in the evening, he would light up the bulbs, hold the dummy mountain in one hand and the rope in the other and would climb down right into the middle of the stage and speak out his dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;
Some guys from the village came to know about his plans for the day and they thought of fooling him. So they climbed the tree and short circuited his electrical decoration.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
In the evening when the villagers gathered for the Ramleela, RamAvatar climbed the tree and eagerly waited for his turn. The right moment came. He switched on the circuit and as soon as he lifted the dummy mountain he got a heavy electric shock and fell right in to the middle of the stage. Gathering courage he got up and screamed out loud: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Who the bloody hell did that?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. And the entire audience broke into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the second day everyone was astonished, for some other man was portrayed as &lt;b&gt;Hanuman&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b&gt;What about RamAvatar? Where was he?.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The entire audience again broke into laughter when RamAvatar entered the stage as &lt;b&gt;Goddess Sita&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-2303480092603401473?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/09/ram-and-leela.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SrsTOPiwGgI/AAAAAAAAAbU/GjOZik0HxHA/s72-c/Ram_Ravan.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-2776333578289222113</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 11:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T21:32:08.117+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short fiction</category><title>Mishra Ji and the Good Book</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Aaiye Sahab, Aaiye&lt;/b&gt;. Welcome to BookTroniks, we are one of the best book stores in &lt;b&gt;Dilli&lt;/b&gt;. Myself Mr.Mishra, you can ask for any kind of book.&lt;br /&gt;
That's interesting, I interrupted. Do you have a copy of &lt;i&gt;"One hundred years of solitude"&lt;/i&gt; by Gabriel Garcia Marquez?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arey Sahab, Kya baat kar di aapne? Mere hote hue aapko foreign author ki book padhni pade?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And he immediately handed me a copy of "My Spouse" by Dobha De.&lt;br /&gt;
I was scanning through the pages and the chatter box started: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sahab, Dobha Ji kya likhti hain!.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; You won't get a better book on male-female relationship than this one.&lt;br /&gt;
Upon this I asked: But Mishra Ji, I have heard that she had some problem with her first husband and she got divorced?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arey Sahab, Aap bhi kamaal karte hain? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;If she is a divorcee, that means she is quite experienced in this field?.&lt;br /&gt;
Valid point. But I declined to go for it and asked,&lt;br /&gt;
Mishra Ji, can you suggest me a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;good book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Mishra Ji to his helper: Arey chotu, go and get a copy of&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;"Kamasutra"&lt;/b&gt; from the top shelf.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Arey nahi nahin Mishra ji, you got me wrong. All I'm asking you is to recommend me a popular book. I mean a book which is much in demand.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mishra Ji:&lt;/b&gt; Arey Sahab, this book is never out of demand and you know we have only three copies left?.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Mishra Ji, try to understand, I'm not yet qualified enough to contribute to the India's population.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mishra Ji:&lt;/b&gt; Kya Sahab? When I was about your age, my third child was in the first standard.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mishra Ji was about to speak more but a lady entered the book stall and asked for a copy of &lt;b&gt;"The monk who sold his TATA Safari".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
She was going through the index page and I interrupted, Excuse me madam, If you like fiction then I think there are much better options than this one. This book is more of a self help kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
The lady agreed and asked the shop owner: Mishra Ji, can you suggest me a &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good Book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
With the copy of "Kaamasutra" still in hands, Mishra Ji glanced towards me.&lt;br /&gt;
And I immediately left the book store.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-2776333578289222113?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/09/mishra-ji-and-good-book.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-2299986372886138568</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2009 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T21:32:26.609+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">iWonder</category><title>Monkeys are everywhere</title><description>Once a dog was passing through the jungle when he noticed a lion coming his way. He got scared, the lion may kill him. He noticed a bone lying on the ground and immediately turned his back towards the approaching lion. When the lion came very near, the dog yelled at the bone, &lt;b&gt;"You bloody lion, you think you are the strongest of all the animals?, Now see you've become my delicious meal. And don't you dare forget the lesson."&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Hearing this, the lion got scared, that the dog has already killed one lion, and he is strong, he may kill him too. So the lion backed off and started running into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;
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A monkey was watching this from the nearby tree and he thought why not approach the lion and narrate the actual fact?. Hearing this the lion would appreciate him and would never eat him. So the monkey ran for the lion.&lt;br /&gt;
After a few minutes the dog saw the lion angrily running towards him followed by the monkey. He immediately realized the situation and again turned his back towards the lion and started yelling at the bone, &lt;b&gt;"You know?, You could have not become my meal if you would have not followed the advise of the monkey. See now, he has gone to fetch another lion."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The lion heard the dog, got scared, and again escaped the scene. The rest you can very well imagine.&lt;br /&gt;
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This story has a very strong message, &lt;b&gt;"beware of the monkeys"&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
These monkeys are everywhere, in the offices, colleges, social gatherings. &lt;b&gt;All I wonder is that what do they really get out of all this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-2299986372886138568?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/09/monkeys-are-everywhere.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-6616640722679966780</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Sep 2009 10:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-15T16:07:48.253+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">love</category><title>How to win friends &amp; influence their girlfriends</title><description>&lt;b&gt;"Catch them young"&lt;/b&gt; is an old and a bit outdated adage, you realize this only when you are old enough, and an old man with a young catch? definitely there is some error in the code.&lt;br /&gt;
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There was an era when &lt;b&gt;"Have a bike, have a girlfriend"&lt;/b&gt; was a major hit. But these days who doesn't have a bike? and guys seem to have learnt it the harder way. You and your friend follow a girl on bike &amp;amp; she hardly gives any &lt;b&gt;Bhaav&lt;/b&gt; (Value). Her silence means "Guys, this is old fashioned, try something new."&lt;br /&gt;
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Every era has its style of love, firstly there was the era of &lt;b&gt;Sacha Pyar&lt;/b&gt; (true love) where the girl's family would get her married to anyone except the guy of her choice. Then came the era of &lt;b&gt;"Hogi Pyaar ki jeet"&lt;/b&gt; or we may say the era of &lt;b&gt;"Love never dies"&lt;/b&gt;. Here the girl would love against the family wish, only to realize later that the guy of her choice was not like what she thought of him and then she would decide to marry the guy her father had chosen for her, but at the very last moment she would realize that she was wrong, and that her lover was her love for life. We can also name it as era of Confusion.&lt;br /&gt;
Next came the era of &lt;b&gt;"Money hai toh honey hai"&lt;/b&gt;, where the girl would love the rich guy and say blind no to the poor guy who was in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have been through so many eras and love has ever stayed love. But now the latest trend is that of &lt;b&gt;"Sorry Bhai"&lt;/b&gt;. That is look out for your best friends girlfriend and then just apologize to him. &lt;b&gt;Now that the female ratio is declining at a very high rate, isn't it that we are left with very limited options?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-6616640722679966780?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/09/how-to-win-friends-and-influence-their.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><georss:point>31.53119941009457 77.77633666992188</georss:point></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-3982284498651573907</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 09:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T15:04:14.580+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">short fiction</category><title>The 7 Habits of highly Ineffective people</title><description>Just imagine your death bed.&amp;nbsp; Your family, friends, office colleagues &amp;amp; relatives are attending your funeral. I mean, it may sound a bit strange but just imagine it for a moment. And also imagine the things for which you'll be hated even after you are dead.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;» Habit 1: The egoistic jerk (Wife's perspective)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/h4&gt;See his face, won't even smile on the death bed, such an egoist. O' God he is gone and the whole family is just a bunch of Morons, I can't adjust with them. I'll update my IndiMatrimony dot com profile, maybe I can get some hot hunk this time. After all, excluding Sundays &amp;amp; holidays I'm mere 26.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;» Habit 2: Married against my wish (Father's perspective)&lt;/h4&gt;If he would have married Mr. Sharma's daughter he would have lived 100 more years. From the first day I knew that this lady is not good for him. Son of a fool. God, take good care of him and get him married to the girl of your choice because he is a complete idiot at that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;» Habit 3: Bloody drunkard (Friend's perspective)&lt;/h4&gt;No one could beat him in drinking, he was a big size Tanker. I know him since school days, whenever nervous, he would take two heavy pegs and face the situation. He even did this for the college Viva.&amp;nbsp; O' God, may his soul rest in peace and I promise I won't drink now onwards, unless un-till some friend insists. You know I'm poor at saying No.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;» Habit 4: Good for nothing (Colleague's perspective)&lt;/h4&gt;All day he kept surfing the net. Now I'll have to clear his share of files. He he :), He didn't even knew that I got him transferred to this department. Anyways, he was good for nothing. Now that one more fool is less in my department I stand a chance of promotion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;» Habit 5: Rahul was a better option (Girlfriend's perspective)&lt;/h4&gt;I can't believe he is dead. Now who'll pay for the dresses I've ordered at the tailor's?. He denied everything I asked him, wife was always the first priority and look at her, bloody &lt;b&gt;B***h&lt;/b&gt;, She can't even fake tears. O' god forgive me for the sin but I think Rahul will pay for the dresses, after all he is head over heals in love with me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;» Habit 6: The Selfish Moron (Family pet's perspective)&lt;/h4&gt;Everyone except him cared for me. The other day I tried to take a bite from his plate &amp;amp; the moron hit me hard with his leg. Bloody jerk! Even dogs have heart. He always wanted me out of this house. But at times he really took my side and yelled that "He was living a dogs life in this house" - the softer him. May his soul rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;» Habit 7: _____ (Mother's perspective)&lt;/h4&gt;A mother who hates her dead child? Such mother does not exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-3982284498651573907?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/09/7-habits-of-highly-ineffective-people.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-3232281406083244284</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T11:54:37.700+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">india</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><title>Y.M.I - A movie every Indian should watch</title><description>I generally don't write movie reviews because I watch a movie, enjoy it, and just move on. Rarest of the rare movies make it to my second time list and &lt;b&gt;Ye Mera India&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;b&gt;Y.M.I&lt;/b&gt;) is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SqdDyTUKcNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/sgbrS4qMDO0/s1600-h/YMI_Ye_Mera_India.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SqdDyTUKcNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/sgbrS4qMDO0/s200/YMI_Ye_Mera_India.jpg" width="129" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4&gt;»&amp;nbsp;The Story line&lt;/h4&gt;Written, Produced and Directed by &lt;b&gt;N.Chandra&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Y.M.I&lt;/b&gt; is a satirical analysis of common issues which we watch every day on news channels. It's a story about 12 people from various strata of Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once an American scientist who did not believe in God visited India, and upon returning he straight away went to the Church upon which his friends asked about what did happen in India that he started believing in God? And he answered: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;I observed India very closely, It's a strange country. There are so many religions here, no common language and hatred at every level. The Hindus hate Muslims, Muslims hate Hindus, Upper caste hates the lower caste and even car owners hate the people who travel in rickshaws. There is so much hatred in this country and still it's progressing, now tell me who accept God can run this country?.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Y.M.I is director N.Chandra's attempt to analyze this uniqueness in India. It touches the sensitive issues of Religion bias, Caste differences, Politics, Gender bias and the immigrant issues which are common in every other state now a days.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h4&gt;»&amp;nbsp; Rating and Conclusion&lt;/h4&gt;On the scale of 5, I would rate this movie as 4 for its good theme, cast and the story. When you finish the movie, I'm sure some change would have taken place inside you. With the ending note I would recommend this movie to every Indian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-3232281406083244284?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/09/ymi-movie-every-indian-should-watch.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SqdDyTUKcNI/AAAAAAAAAbM/sgbrS4qMDO0/s72-c/YMI_Ye_Mera_India.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-67267670797400777</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Sep 2009 04:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T07:22:58.469+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">iWonder</category><title>25 Revolutions</title><description>He is just an ordinary guy with ordinary dreams, that's it, No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SqM1GJpnaLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/TiIUOpR9nJc/s1600-h/Best_Birthday_wish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SqM1GJpnaLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/TiIUOpR9nJc/s320/Best_Birthday_wish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When young, he would curiously dream of becoming the &lt;b&gt;BIG GUY&lt;/b&gt;. The one who is lavish in living &amp;amp; could marry the girl of his dreams. But nothing sort of that has actually happened till now.&lt;br /&gt;
Life is such a &lt;b&gt;-----&lt;/b&gt; thing. Your desires are never fulfilled; maybe because you never actually stop desiring?.&lt;br /&gt;
25 years have quietly passed by and the hairs on his head have started aging. Gosh! It is a complete lie that mirrors at times fake, Mirrors never fake!.&lt;br /&gt;
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With time friends are getting fewer and you realize this when your internet banking account is the first one to remind you of your Birthday; after all technology is getting more friendlier than human beings. &lt;i&gt;After completing &lt;b&gt;25 revolutions&lt;/b&gt; around the sun, he just wish if life could be better than what it is&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-67267670797400777?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/09/25-revolutions.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SqM1GJpnaLI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/TiIUOpR9nJc/s72-c/Best_Birthday_wish.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-4454665072179200482</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 22:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T07:23:12.457+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">iWonder</category><title>Rape &amp; Conscience</title><description>A 19 year old mentally challenged girl is raped repeatedly by the security guards of the institution she stays at. (You may read the &lt;a href="http://beta.thehindu.com/arts/magazine/article12437.ece"&gt;complete story over here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;
This issue was in limelight because the girl fought for justice, but there are numerous cases where the victim simply stays mute due to obvious reasons we all know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Sp2ZehzprOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/MHnaIzYC6ao/s1600/tears.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img align="right" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Sp2ZehzprOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/MHnaIzYC6ao/s320/tears.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Newspaper dailies are filled with news about the atrocities faced by females amongst which rape is the worst of a thing a woman could ever face.&lt;br /&gt;
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Due to lack of physical strength the female fraternity has ever been victimized and this thing is also obvious in the holy epics such as Mahabharata or Chanakya Niti.&lt;br /&gt;
Draupadi, the single wife of the five Pandvas had to face the Cheer Haran (Stripping of clothes). Lord Indra - who is depicted as a strong character in the Indian mythology too fell for the wife of Gautama Maharishi. &lt;br /&gt;
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Man is known to be a &lt;b&gt;social animal&lt;/b&gt; but I often wonder that though an animal is not gifted with as much conscience as man, they (the animals) are better known for their caring attitude towards females. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is it that along with intelligence a man is also provided with greater libido for whose gratification he can do anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-4454665072179200482?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/09/rape-conscience.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Sp2ZehzprOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/MHnaIzYC6ao/s72-c/tears.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-8837646799990991149</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2009 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-10T02:11:22.198+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reading</category><title>5 books i can read 100 times</title><description>&lt;h4&gt;» The Godfather by Mario Puzo&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/1879930.The_Annotated_Godfather_The_Complete_Screenplay" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Spp0s6YKs9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/4UmSQc0qnYw/s320/godfather.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Revolving around the New York's mafia gang wars, The Godfather is Mario Puzo's ageless work. The thing I liked about this novel is its capability to grip your mind and stay there forever. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is one of the most quoted statement of this amazing novel. If you are new to reading you can start with this novel but beware, you might get addicted.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h4&gt;» The Catcher in the Rye by J.D.Salinger&lt;/h4&gt;The Catcher in the rye is the protagonist Holden Cualfield's narrative of what he goes through when expelled from school. When you pick this novel you feel like reading it at one go because right from the very first page you feel connected with the author's blunt narrative. Though this book has remained bit controversial, I feel it's a literary masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Excerpts from the book:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5107.The_Catcher_in_the_Rye" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Spp0ypJo26I/AAAAAAAAAYo/0R-R5x0Wfds/s320/the+catcher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was half in love with her by the time we sat down.&amp;nbsp; That's the thing about girls.&amp;nbsp; Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.&amp;nbsp; Girls.&amp;nbsp; Jesus Christ.&amp;nbsp; They can drive you crazy.&amp;nbsp; They really can.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't even know what I was running for - I guess I just felt like it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life.&amp;nbsp; It's awful.&amp;nbsp; If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera.&amp;nbsp; It's terrible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h4&gt;» To kill a mocking bird by Harper Lee&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37449.To_Kill_a_Mockingbird" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Spp01NkfBuI/AAAAAAAAAYw/suAZwoI2yI4/s320/mockingbird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Read the first chapter of this book and you'll soon reach the last. After finishing this American classical you'll realize why it always manage to make it to the 'worlds top books' list. Though the book is much known for the protagonist Atticus Finch's racial heroism, I was much impressed by the value it gives to the ethics. This book is much more than a mere story and it has greatly helped me in the situations where I was unable to take a decision.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Excerpts from the book:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand.&amp;nbsp; It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what.&amp;nbsp; You rarely win, but sometimes you do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;» Love Story by Erich Segal&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/73968.Love_Story" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Spp05kMS35I/AAAAAAAAAY4/PiI2mk_9EJU/s320/lovestory.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I underestimated this book due its small size but by the end of the story I got my eyes wet. If you've not yet experienced the power of love this book will definitely make you experience it. By the end of the story a lot many changes would have taken place inside your heart and you'll definitely be a different person. If you are a romanticist, this one is a must read for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Excerpts from the book:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Love means never having to say you're sorry.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h4&gt;» How to win friends &amp;amp; influence people by Dale Carnegie&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4865.How_to_Win_Friends_Influence_People" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Spp0811tBEI/AAAAAAAAAZA/af_124vvlFM/s320/friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Published in 1936 this is the greatest of all self help books. One remarkable thing about this book is Dale Carnegie's style of writing, you feel as if you are interacting one on one with him.&lt;br /&gt;
This book will not only help you manage people but will also help you in becoming a better person- which is desirable by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
If you have a copy of this book, i'm sure you'll never need any other book on people management.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Excerpts from the book:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Remember that a person's name is to that person the sweetest and most important sound in any language.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talk about your own mistakes before criticizing the other person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;» Justifying the title of this post only 5 books could be listed here but still few other good books are:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Inspirational:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
An autobiography of a yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda,&lt;br /&gt;
The monk who sold his ferrari by Robin Sharma.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Investing &amp;amp; Money management:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The intelligent investor by Benjamin Graham,&lt;br /&gt;
One up the wall street by Peter Lynch,&lt;br /&gt;
Rich dad Poor dad by Robert.T.Kiyosaki.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Fiction:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas,&lt;br /&gt;
Man woman &amp;amp; child by Erich Segal,&lt;br /&gt;
Crime &amp;amp; Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky.&lt;br /&gt;
A tale of two cities by Charles Dickens,&lt;br /&gt;
Animal Farm by George Orwell.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Photography:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Understanding Exposure by Bryan Peterson.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-8837646799990991149?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/08/5-books-i-can-read-100-times.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Spp0s6YKs9I/AAAAAAAAAYg/4UmSQc0qnYw/s72-c/godfather.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-6452496239779183268</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 21:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-12T15:08:34.560+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">myself</category><title>3 stages of cricket</title><description>&lt;b&gt;» Introduction to Cricket&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was tiny tot when my dad gifted me a cricket bat. O' how I loved this game of hitting the ball out of boundary every time it is thrown at you. In the initial days I would ask the bowler to throw only bouncers, no! not because I was learning the game but rather I feared my bat getting dirty. At times I would overhear Uncles discussing about &lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;how foolishly Sachin Tendulkar played this or that shot&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;. If I were adult at that time I would have definitely recommended all such Uncles to be the part of Indian team.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;» Interest in Cricket&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
In the teenage days cricket seemed to be the second best thing to discuss (first obviously being Girls). Friends would celebrate India's win as if they got distinction in their board exams and cricket seemed the religion where the cricketers were demigods. From notebook covers to the T-shirt paintings the cricket fever never ceased to end.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;» The loss of libido&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Boredom is in the very nature of the living beings. Wives get bored with the husbands and the husbands with girlfriends. Initially cricket seemed a thing which could never get boring but the overdose of Viagra leads to the loss of libido. Few days back a friend was surprised for I didn't knew the name of an Indian player. It has been ages since I watched any cricket match or even read the sports section of a newspaper. It's not only the overdose responsible for the loss of interest but now I feel that irrespective of whether our team wins or loses, the players are getting rich with every match they play. And we just waste our valuable time watching the series whose outcome we are almost certain about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-6452496239779183268?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/08/from-crickethood-to-adulthood.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-8491038216338867834</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 05:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T10:46:17.485+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photography</category><title>Pic of the week: August 09</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/supar/3835776749/" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371943427493056690" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Soz6FeU30LI/AAAAAAAAAVU/OWFuDF64_K4/s320/Cute_%28C%29Sunil_Parashar.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 187px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Getting inspiration from Bryan Peterson's "&lt;b&gt;Understanding Exposure&lt;/b&gt;", I decided to experiment with the Manual mode of my Nikon D40. After loads of confusion and reading I got to learn few of its features. The above image is one of my first taken in the Manual mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-8491038216338867834?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/08/pic-of-week-august-09.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/Soz6FeU30LI/AAAAAAAAAVU/OWFuDF64_K4/s72-c/Cute_%28C%29Sunil_Parashar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-7484751150898263088</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T07:23:27.149+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">iWonder</category><title>Wife &amp; Google</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. A:&lt;/span&gt; I lost my wife in the market today. I informed the police &amp;amp; searched everywhere but still couldn't know her whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr.B:&lt;/span&gt; Did you try &lt;span style="color: #000066; font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc00; font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-weight: bold;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; Search?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-7484751150898263088?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/08/wife-lost.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-7196179083709141432</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T07:23:42.276+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">india</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">iWonder</category><title>Nobel Prize 2009- My nomination</title><description>Every year the Nobel Committee declares the winners of Nobel Prize in October and the nominations are open till August end. Given a chance, this year I would like to make a nomination for the &lt;b&gt;Nobel Peace Prize&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Any guesses? No no, it's not the head of some &lt;b&gt;Grammen Bank&lt;/b&gt;. One friend even suggested &lt;b&gt;Rakhi Sawant&lt;/b&gt;? It's not Rakhi Sawant either, after all it's the issue of Nobel Prize. After marriage only Rakhi Sawant is at peace not the Junta.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So this year my nominee for the Nobel Peace Prize would be the Government of India. No, No nuclear deal stuff here, our government truly deserves the award for "PEACEFULLY" handling the November 2008 Mumbai attack case. No bullets fired across the border, No high pitch demands made from Pakistan. Rather the Govt. has provided our guest &lt;b&gt;Mr. Ajmal Amir kasab&lt;/b&gt; (the lone survivor terrorist) a celebrity status. Aren't these facts apt enough to nominate our beloved Govt. for the Nobel Peace Prize? If nominated they definitely stand a great chance here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who is your nominee?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-7196179083709141432?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/08/nobel-prize-2009-my-nomination.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-405133580119492975</guid><pubDate>Sat, 15 Aug 2009 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T07:23:54.317+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">iWonder</category><title>Smoking &amp; the importance of Grammar</title><description>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369842139642021042" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SoWC-bFJRLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bpry6ywKwmU/s320/no_smoking.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 308px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No Smoking Strictly Prohibited! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OR&lt;/span&gt; No Smoking, Strictly Prohibited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-405133580119492975?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/08/no-smoking-importance-of-grammar.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qbHGlHVsyeQ/SoWC-bFJRLI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bpry6ywKwmU/s72-c/no_smoking.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-6180205416469994591</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 05:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T11:18:57.419+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">myself</category><title>Procrastination Kills</title><description>It has been a long time since I wrote something here.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writing these days and moreover I don't want to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;I have not only stopped writing but even stopped thinking and that is quite a dangerous thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-6180205416469994591?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/08/procrastination-kills.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-6703227000656911731</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Apr 2009 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-08T21:28:39.701+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">philosophy</category><title>Sincerity - inability to look beyond obvious</title><description>Remember the face of the most sincere person you've ever known. Maybe your office colleague, your neighbor or a college mate. Our society regards sincerity as the greatest virtue. And you won't disagree with the fact that sincerity demands a great deal of effort, but are the rewards in accordance with the efforts? Maybe Yes, Maybe No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity means doing things you are supposed to do with a perfect dedication. But isn't it that sincerity limits ones vision?, it kills your ability to think beyond the obvious &amp;amp; ask questions.&lt;br /&gt;Lack of questions leads to lack of vision and existence without vision is a monotonous existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-6703227000656911731?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/04/sincerity-inability-to-look-beyond.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22672049.post-7459089498477467095</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 10:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-03T01:21:55.174+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">news</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">india</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">elections</category><title>Gandhi- just a surname?</title><description>The image of the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt; has seen a major transformation in the Indian society. Up to 60's, the word Gandhi meant a lean &amp;amp; thin man of dark complexion with spectacles ready to fall of nose tip. It(the word) was synonymous with truth, non violence, freedom &amp;amp; all those good words in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the baton was passed on to another powerful Gandhi named Indira Gandhi, a woman of great substance. Till date Indira Gandhi remains the modern face of Bhartiya Naari (Indian Woman). Then came Mr. Rajiv Gandhi,probably the last Gandhi. And in the end came the era of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gandhi Moms&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BETA&lt;/span&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;The Varun Gandhi episode:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jCRSzD01xI"&gt;Click here for Youtube video&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Meneka Gandhi(Varun Gandhi's mother) has protected the interest of animals for decades but unfortunately she couldn't take care of her own son. Varun Gandhi's hate speech is a big shame for the entire Hindu fraternity. Who will teach him that the Indian voter has matured now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such incidences taking place Gandhi merely remains a surname &amp;amp; the coming polls will only tell whether we as responsible Indians have started thinking beyond the word Gandhi or are we still looking for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Father of the nation"&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Copyright: Sunil Parashar&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22672049-7459089498477467095?l=www.sunilparashar.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://www.sunilparashar.com/2009/04/gandhi-just-surname.html</link><author>sunil216@gmail.com (Sunil)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
