<?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-15637196</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:41:25.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSIGHT......My Canvas</title><subtitle type='html'>'The Place' for me to be ME!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-7501617100884917232</id><published>2008-10-03T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:44:03.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise..!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Good to see that after more than 2 years, my blog still exists... I wish I could devote time to update it on a regular basis, but for the time-crunch. Nevertheless, will try to update as and when I get time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15637196-7501617100884917232?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/7501617100884917232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=7501617100884917232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/7501617100884917232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/7501617100884917232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2008/10/surprise.html' title='Surprise..!!'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-115286001204519812</id><published>2006-07-13T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:53:32.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.......!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Finally...out of the grind I get!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes...the Engineering grind...4 charming years(m proud to say..ONLY(!) 4)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;More on that coming soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Enjoy!!! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15637196-115286001204519812?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/115286001204519812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=115286001204519812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/115286001204519812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/115286001204519812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally.html' title='Finally.......!!!'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-113569367069789787</id><published>2005-12-27T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T06:27:50.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality B(i)ytes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;So turant apne mobile uthaiye&lt;/em&gt; and vote for....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This has perhaps, in the recent times, been the most spoken sentence on Indian television.Hosts (and Hostesses!!! (wink) ) of all genres have hammered the TV audiences to the extent that they have no other choice left but to involuntarily send an SMS or two!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As far as I can remember, it all started with a singing talent hunt that was carried out nationwide by a famous music channel(yup...you guessed it right!) and since then....the concept of 'reality shows' has gripped the nation like anything.It has even gone further to uproot the much established 'saas-bahu' operas that thronged the daily prime-time of nearly every private channel in the ratrace for hyping their TRPs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Needless to say,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'Indian Idol'&lt;/span&gt; was the icing on the cake.The format of the show (though it was &lt;em&gt;firangi&lt;/em&gt;) had hit the sweet-spot of the young and old. The fate of Abhijit Sawant,the first ever Indian Idol,was an epitome of the typical "rags-to-riches" story.The glamour that such shows promised the youngsters had them drooling, even to the extent of running away from their homes to participate in what they thought was an 'ideal platform' for their dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Since the inception of 'Indian Idol', reality shows have flooded the television, each one offering more than its counterparts. The hunt has been for various wierd, but exciting purposes. Some of them hunted for the 'best celebrity dance couple' ,while others for the 'best celebrity singer' (eeek...now that was a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FLOP SHOW&lt;/span&gt;!!!Just a filler though.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Much has been talked about whether such talent hunts really fit the bill. The truth is that 'raw' struggle, that was previously restricted to 'begging for chances', was now replaced by a more sophisticated and 'packaged' one. Though the understanding of the essence of 'struggle' would be on the lesser side, nonetheless, it's a struggle in it's own way. And more so because the fate of  these participants is unnecessarily left in the hands of the '&lt;em&gt;junta&lt;/em&gt;'. Though the selection has been spot-on till now in every case,once the '&lt;em&gt;junta&lt;/em&gt;' comes to know of its 'powers', results won't be that good, I guess!! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Struggle or not, talent always proves its mettle once it gets a platform. Such shows no doubt prove to be the launching pads for many a hopeful, but delegating the decision-making process to the people can prove to be costly.Till that time, get used to the contestants begging for Votes day in and day out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NJOI&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/15637196-113569367069789787?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/113569367069789787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=113569367069789787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/113569367069789787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/113569367069789787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2005/12/reality-biytes.html' title='Reality B(i)ytes!!!'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-113482024023054124</id><published>2005-12-17T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T04:13:58.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phewwww.....!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The ordeal is finally over!! My exams are a 'recent past' now (and I won't like to comment on how 'great' this 'recent past' has been!!!!) Nonetheless, it's that time of the year that I like the most - winters coupled with loads of free time!!&lt;br /&gt;Now I will try to update this place as frequently as I can.Hope you enjoy reading the stuff over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Auf Wiedersehen!!!&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/15637196-113482024023054124?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/113482024023054124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=113482024023054124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/113482024023054124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/113482024023054124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2005/12/phewwww.html' title='Phewwww.....!!!!!'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-112974613495130696</id><published>2005-10-19T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:22:14.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The SMSes I liked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Most of you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;must have read them somewhere but for those who haven't read them, here are a few SMSes I liked. I liked them in the sense that they immediately sparked off in me an unexplained feeling of how life is so fragile for some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even though I myself haven't been in the situations described in these SMSes (till date.....and fingers crossed!!!;-)), they have touched me somewhere deep down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dil ke dard ko koi bedard kya jaane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Pyar ki rasmon ko zamaana kya jaane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Hoti hai taklif kitni kabr mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Woh upar se phool rakhnewaale kya jaane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kisi dhadakte dil ke peeche koi baat hoti hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kisi udaas chehre ke peeche koi yaad rahti hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aapko pata hi nahi hota ki aapki har khushi ke peeche hamari fariyaad hoti hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hum lafzon se kuch bhi izhaar nahi karte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Iska matlab ye nahi ki hum tujhe pyaar nahi karte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chahte hai hum tujhe aaj bhi par,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Teri soch main apna waqt bekaar nahi karte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tamasha na ban jaaye kahi mohabbat hamari,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Isiliye apne dard ko aashkaar nahi karte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jo kuch mila hai usi mein khush hai hum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Tere liye khuda se takrar nahi karte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Par kuch to baat hai teri fitrat mein zaalim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Warna tujhe chahane ki khata baar baar nahi karte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aapke mehfil ka mausam suhana lage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ek pal chura loon agar bura na lage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Aap hume milkar bhool jaoge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Par aapko bhoolne mein shaayad zamaana lage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;NJOI!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15637196-112974613495130696?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/112974613495130696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=112974613495130696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112974613495130696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112974613495130696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2005/10/smses-i-liked.html' title='The SMSes I liked.'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-112940283000162511</id><published>2005-10-15T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:00:30.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PLs - The Engineer's Nightmare!! Or is it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;PL- Synonymous with the world of engineering, these two letters remind engineering students of hell (at least me!!)Simply put, PLs are those two periods of the year where non-engineering people enjoy to the fullest while engineers-to-becompletely bull-slog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Because of the semester patterns, the ritual of exams land  up twice in a year...and engineers fall prey to this 'double trouble'!Never prepared for the entire 4 months available, engineers start the preps right in the PLs. Unfortunately, these are the same periods when festivities and celebrations of all shapes and sizes throng the calender. So in the summers, while everyoneis 'making hay while the sun shines', engineers literally 'burn the midnight oil'! The winters are no exception, with the early morning  snuggle under the warm blanket enjoyed blissfully by non-engineers while engineers shiver it out in the early morning chill.....unforutnate!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nevertheless, this is the same period when students learn how to lead a life that is not roses all the way.They understand the real worth of time and the importance of doing things in a systematic manner.Discipline is automatically imbibed inthem and the seeds of hard work are sowed here itself! Not to mention the priceless moments spent with close pals that always rev up the tired and outdone minds. The late night coffee, outings at odd hours and the junk food....all spice up the PL life in a way that perhaps nothing does it!!And after all this, when the results show up good, all that was done in the PL suddenly starts seeming so fruitful! Of coursethe results don't always speak good!For some who haven't really acquired the technique of studying in PLs, engineering life continues to be a nightmare!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;PLs are an inseparable part of Engineering, I feel!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;NJOI!!! ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15637196-112940283000162511?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/112940283000162511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=112940283000162511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112940283000162511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112940283000162511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2005/10/pls-engineers-nightmare-or-is-it.html' title='PLs - The Engineer&apos;s Nightmare!! Or is it?'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-112675124487248813</id><published>2005-09-14T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T06:38:48.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away...!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Splash.....!!!!Yet another vehicle has passed me.....squirting whatever was left in that big pool of mud by the roadside. This is not the first time that this has happened. I have scorned at many a bus and truck drivers for doing this....but .....I think they all were deaf.......or probably....I didn't shout loud enough!!!!! ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;This year the rains have been ruthless....literally ruthless. They have surpassed all previous known and unknown records of downpours....they have thrown normal life out of gear.....they have been killing people ....and are continuing to do so...both mentally and eternally! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What has been the most surprising thing for me this season is that people that have been affected by the rains have for no obvious reasons started to voice their opinions against the government (this again is not a new thing to be said, but it has been at its peak this year!) C'Mon people....will you always rely on government's disaster management policy? (....uhh!what's that??? ;-)) Is there no such thing as your personal disaster management poicy? Did the rains warn the government that it would wreak havoc this year? Forget the rains...if ever you are hit by an earthquake.....don't tell me you are going to blame the govt. for that!!!! And then just out of political pressure, the govt. shells out large sums of money for relief mangement...needless to say that even a quarter of it doesn't reach the needy. And people...where does this money come from? From govt. servants of course. They are the ones who are fined each time such a calamity occurs.....sometimes (read as 'most of the times'!!!)unnecessarily!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ok...enough of the govt. hail.A few things worth mentioning that they have not done at all.....the roads.....no preplanning goes into this department.It's only after the rains start and the roads get all roughed up that they start patching it up....only to rough it up again after a few (2 to 3!!!!!)days. They have been totally caught off guard in terms of health care as far as proper supply of medicines is concerned.....at least that's what the case was a few days ago. (That's it!! can't think of anything else right now ;-) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;People have had enough of rains this year.....dams are full.....even above danger levels at times. They simply want it to stop now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It has affected life so much that I've heard schools all over Pune have been promoting the song "Rain Rain Go Away, Come Again Another Day". ;-) And they have banned songs like "&lt;em&gt;Yere Yere Pavsa&lt;/em&gt;"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;True, Very True!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;E N J O Y ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15637196-112675124487248813?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/112675124487248813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=112675124487248813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112675124487248813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112675124487248813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2005/09/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away...!!!!'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-112634943678598591</id><published>2005-09-10T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T03:55:00.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gave a SEMINAR!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today, I gave my seminar !!! I am feeling much relaxed now that I have given it, I wish I could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;For the last one week, I had worked hard to write my seminar report. This is because unlike many other people, I wrote the whole seminar report in my own words. I had started reading about my topic.....oops!I forgot to mention that....it was 'Network Security'.... nearly a month back. I had got acquainted with most of the concepts much earlier...but then I believe that some form of last minute brushing up is required(....by the way this 'brushing-up' lasted for the whole week!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;As usual, something had to go wrong....the LCD projector that was required for our presentations was unfortunately not available. The teachers insisted on we doing the presentations on a 'kam-chalau' basis...but I was the first one to oppose this idea.After all, I had to experience the thrill at least once......&lt;br /&gt;It was not the case that I was presenting myself before a large crowd (...which actually turned out to be only localites....a paltry crowd that one!!). I have been infront of real 'massive' crowds right since my childhood. But somehow, I was a little apprehensive about going onto the dias.God knows why!&lt;br /&gt;The Seminar lasted for a whole 20 minutes. It was a good one, considering that I hardly made any mistakes. The real problem was my content....there was so much that I wanted to talk about....but I had to wrap it up in 15 minutes. So I actually ended up speaking much more than people could even understand in that time. It was a sort of 'Network Security Express'!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am happy with the way it worked out. After all, I had taken this thing so seriously......it had to!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15637196-112634943678598591?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/112634943678598591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=112634943678598591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112634943678598591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112634943678598591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-gave-seminar.html' title='I gave a SEMINAR!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-112617148586765931</id><published>2005-09-08T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T02:36:53.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOOOOOSERS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am happy!&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy!&lt;br /&gt;Read my last blog?&lt;br /&gt;Then u know why I am!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15637196-112617148586765931?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/112617148586765931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=112617148586765931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112617148586765931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112617148586765931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2005/09/loooooosers.html' title='LOOOOOOSERS!!!!!'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-112549143447541239</id><published>2005-08-31T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T02:38:47.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cricket Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The entire India watched the collapse of the Indian Cricket team &lt;strong&gt;yet again against&lt;/strong&gt; New Zealand&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;.This was not the first time that India has been a part of such a match..There have been numerous occasions in the past where the team has been crumbled to pieces by teams that have been weaker than them in most aspects.&lt;br /&gt;It's true that the 'Team' looks good only on paper.As far as the 'bigwigs' are concerned,they have failed in all departments of the game.The most mentionable exception to this has been 'the wall'......yes Rahul Dravid!&lt;br /&gt;He has produced innumerable memorable innings for India in both the forms of the game.I personally feel that he is the only player to &lt;strong&gt;play for the team&lt;/strong&gt;. It's true that even he does ads but then he is totally professional about it.On the field and on the crease he has his mind fully focussed on the game.Sincere efforts to WIN the game is what he gives on the Cricket field.&lt;br /&gt;The selection process for the Indian team is by and large the most disgusting thing ever to occur in the cricket fraternity.Look at Australia,who never hesitate to exclude even the best of their players and on the other hand there is the Indian team........(It's better to keep mum on that).The policy for selection and the selectors are highly objectionable and dubious.&lt;br /&gt;Stop their endorsements.Use a strict policy for selection.Fine them for poor performances.Stop keeping 'PETS' in the Indian Cricket team.That is what will take team India to a respectable position in world cricket.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15637196-112549143447541239?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/112549143447541239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=112549143447541239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112549143447541239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112549143447541239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2005/09/cricket-team.html' title='The Cricket Team'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-112471915286568887</id><published>2005-08-22T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T02:40:36.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music...The Panacea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1453/1600/music2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1453/320/music2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6214/1453/1600/music4%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Music....that holistic feeling! The eternal ecstasy!&lt;br /&gt;I find music the most soothing of all things.The strumming of the strings of the Guitar...the Piano playing a sweet and melodious tune....the rhythmic beat of the Tabla.....the delicate strike on the Santoor strings.....the ever so mellifluous notes from the Flute...they all fascinate me...they just refresh me up every time the chips are down.&lt;br /&gt;Music knows no bounds.It overcomes the barriers of religion,region and geography.Any sound human being can easily come to terms with any kind of music instantly!&lt;br /&gt;Even medical science has accepted the healing powers of music.To top it all,the power of music has even been proved to be stimulating the growth of plants!!&lt;br /&gt;The latent potential in music is dying to come out.It is upto us to help it in its way out and make the world a better place to live in!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15637196-112471915286568887?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/112471915286568887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=112471915286568887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112471915286568887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112471915286568887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2005/08/musicthe-panacea.html' title='Music...The Panacea!'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15637196.post-112462884235041903</id><published>2005-08-21T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T02:42:12.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The happiness out of creativity!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The happiness and the satisfaction that one derives out of CREATIVITY is what I cherish the most.Be it any creative work,(the scope limited to constructive creation,of course!)the joy of merely taking up a task gives a feeling of triumph,not to mention the boundless joy one enjoys on its completion!&lt;br /&gt;'CREATIVITY' is close to 'DIVINITY'!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15637196-112462884235041903?l=theflamboyant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/feeds/112462884235041903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15637196&amp;postID=112462884235041903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112462884235041903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15637196/posts/default/112462884235041903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theflamboyant.blogspot.com/2005/08/happiness-out-of-creativity.html' title='The happiness out of creativity!!!!'/><author><name>Abhinav</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01029269103059261015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
