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arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;गरम हवा (झळाया) सुटलेल्या असतात, झाडांची सळसळ अन तुरळक कुठुनतरी लांबुन येणार्‍या टीव्हीच्या हलक्याश्या आवाजात शांतता भरुन राहिलेली असते. अश्यावेळेस घराच्या दारांवर, खिडक्यांवर वाळ्याचे पडदे लावले जातात, त्यावर पाणी शिंपडुन त्यांच्या ओलेपणाची दुपारपुरती बेगमी केली जाते. घर सुरेख शीतल गार पडते, उन्हाच्या काहिलीने वैतागलेला जीव सुखावतो, सकाळची कामे करुन थकलेल्या आया-मावश्या जरा विसावतात. हलक्या आवाजात विविधभारती लावले जाते, हातातला पेपर अधुन मधुन वारा घेण्यासाठीही हलवला जातो. दुपारच्या जेवणात ताटात कुरडया पापड्या येतात तेव्हाच मनाला त्याची चाहुल लागलेली असते. राजासारखा तो मागावुनच येतो. केशरी पिवळसर घट्ट आमरसाने भरलेली वाटी. अगदी तुडुंब असे जेवण होते. नावापुरती शतपावली केली जाते अन वडिलधार्‍यांचे थोडे दुर्लक्ष झाले की सरळ गारेग्गार्र फरशीवर ताणुन दिली जाते. गाढ झोप लागते.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- हरवलेलं सुख.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida 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trechalis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiran nagarkar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>saat sakkam trechalis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/TBEq70BjjiI/AAAAAAAADhs/Y3bJbOROYa4/s1600/Photo0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/TBEq70BjjiI/AAAAAAAADhs/Y3bJbOROYa4/s320/Photo0303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481209428552420898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I recently read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiran_Nagarkar"&gt;Kiran Nagarkar&lt;/a&gt;'s book "Saat Sakkam Trechalis".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This literally means "Seven and six equal forty three". On the bottom of the cover page, one can see written "kya farak padta hai" = "how does it matter?" and below that the reaction (and not answer) to this question that "padta hai, padta hai". yes it does!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this is the theme of the novel. even if one says seven and six are forty three, how does it matter ... but it does ... at least to leader (?) of the story. Kushank. he knows that he is not driving his life but his life drags him. from some remote village, working with some NGO, digging well, to BHU in banaras, from mumbai, living with a lady friend and her husband in one room, to childhood with uncle-aunt, from streets of mumbai, getting beaten by goons, to jails of mumbai getting beaten by police and from many more places to many more places! life takes on him and yes .. it matters to him ... and in his own words, he is used to this bhadvegiri since he is borne. Kiran leaves us unanswered, what  next, what happens to kushank then .. is there a happy ending ?? but he never says Kushank is sad ... He just lives ... , writes letters to his love. she asks how does it matter even if we dont live togather ... how does it matter if we dont get married ... and he says it does !! dont know what but it does ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it does matter when one gets beaten by goons .. not to goons but to the one .. it does ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it does matter when his friend asks him to become her second man ... it does matter when his three cousins no more love him, and leave their widow mother with kushank, and he has to take care of her throughout ...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;writing style of this novel is unique .. i have never read a novel with such a writing style. never before in marathi, nor in english or kannad (translated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kiran has used so many flashbacks, jump cuts, so well, that head spins after reading 15-20 pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;each line must be read carefully, u never know when it shall be referred/was referred ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;language of this novel is "bindast" ... very open, gone beyond sophistication, manners, etiquates ... very free ... and wow the way he describes incidents and portrays Kushank's reactions at the same time ...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;its a must read ..too good ... fabulous ...  but dont read english translation. read marathi only. also read the foreword after you finish reading the novel. i read some reviews of english translation ... saying they missed the point !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;happy reading!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-8576685239376448769?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8576685239376448769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=8576685239376448769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/8576685239376448769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/8576685239376448769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/06/saat-sakkam-trechalis.html' title='saat sakkam trechalis'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/TBEq70BjjiI/AAAAAAAADhs/Y3bJbOROYa4/s72-c/Photo0303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-5230126571716111591</id><published>2010-03-07T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T13:00:03.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='META'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UIDAI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbo'/><title type='text'>ब-याच गोष्टी:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;१. दिल्ली मध्ये महेश एलाकुन्चावारांची "गार्बो" ही एकांकिका बघितली.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metawards.com/"&gt;"mahindra excellence in theater"&lt;/a&gt; award चा शेवटचा राउंड होता. खूप बारा वाटलं मराठी नाटक&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;बघून. अभिमानाची गोष्ट अशी की १० पैकी ३ नाटके मराठी/ मराठी लोकांची होती.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;विजया मेहेता माझ्या समोरच बसल्या होत्या!! 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Harishchandrachi Factory:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A refreshing movie showing how funny an adventure, hard work can be. Story of legendary Dadasaheb Phalke so simply and so effectively put by Paresh Mokashi!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched 4 times!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.NAtarang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What to say about the movie. Story-awesome. Atul Kulkarni-Awesome. Sonalee- Hot, sexy, great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Music-Listened each song atleast 100 times, and still it continues-- thanks thanks to Ajay-Atul, Bela Shende and lyricist Guru Thakur and Direction-great again, Cinematography-wowwww, Choreography- excellent- Just watch "wajale ki bara" or "Apsara Ali".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atul Kulkarni has booked nomination for his 3rd national award. But may be SRK will get it for MNIK.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched 4 times !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Jogwa:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Great performances by Upendra Limaye and Mugdha and great music by Ajaj-Atul. Kitu liked this one more than Natarang. But my votes to Natarang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Three of Us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Short film by talented Umesh Vinayak Kulkarni.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Zenda:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OK movie with great song: Viththalaaa, konata zenda gheu haati.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Now waiting anxiously for Umesh's "Vihir".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-8482110602628218421?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8482110602628218421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=8482110602628218421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/8482110602628218421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/8482110602628218421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-watched-some-great-marathi-films.html' title=''/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-4946493467371299540</id><published>2010-01-17T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:22:48.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;my landlord's son has just started goin to college after +2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;and like many others, purposely, he is trying to follow english music. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;tryyyinn to be ddude u knowww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;They live in same building, floor below mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;today, as uncle is not in town, his day started with loud english songs. as day was passing, his "love" towards english music started going bad. he started screaming with fake accent along with those linken park songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;indeee aaanddd it doesnnnn evennnn maaattttaaaaa !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;he must be visiting "lyrics.com" a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;little did he know that I have more than 50 GB collection of songs in all genres and 5 different languages. in addition to that i have a Altec Lancing 2.1 with 1500 Watts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;and also i have a very bad, loud voice, when i scream. and i have more than 1000 songs in 5 languages,by heart. and i like to scream songs !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;I opened my iTunes jukebox and started playing ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;and then, there, a competition started, which he lost within an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;but i continued enjoying my music :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;he couldn't stand before rehmaan, ajay-atul, m&amp;amp;m, metallica, MJ, bryan adams, freedie mercury, megadeath, westlife, avadhoot gupte, illiyaraja, haris jayraj, RD, himmesh, blue etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;well, he should thank me for not playing indian classical. he would have died, along with my flat-mets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now, i have sore throat with torn voice!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-4946493467371299540?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4946493467371299540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=4946493467371299540&amp;isPopup=true' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4946493467371299540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4946493467371299540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2010/01/music.html' title='music'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-6971597981966515225</id><published>2009-11-29T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:37:15.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SxK_EunO1dI/AAAAAAAADeE/vkmEr0jCNGQ/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SxK_EunO1dI/AAAAAAAADeE/vkmEr0jCNGQ/s400/a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409596190378350034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All the petals may appear distinct but they are rooted centrally, fed by the same source, stronger will sustain and weakened will fall down in the due course of time ... just like our thoughts, principals and beliefs.&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/27788881-6971597981966515225?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6971597981966515225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=6971597981966515225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Anbe Sivam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Naan Kadavul'/><title type='text'>Anbe Sivam, Naan Kadavul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its about 2 tamil movies I watched recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. "Anbe Sivam"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anbe and Sivam are two characters in the movie, played by R. Madhavan and Kamal Hasan. And the title literally means "Love is God".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film starts in a lighter mood with comedy between RM and KH. Then it turns slightly serious with a flashback- Communism as background, rights of workers and hence talks about equality of human being across, merged with love story of KH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has a point to make- "Communism is a feeling, many had it even before Karl Marx, but it was Marx who first penned it down. And it shall not be destroyed even if there is no government to promote it". [wiki]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most interesting part in the movie is when KH, a union leader and a painter paints a wall in his Boss's office. The painting itself states theme of the movie. This is director's skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamal Hasan's acting is as usual great. Tribute to him!!&lt;br /&gt;Versatile him has also sung a couple of songs in the movie. Title song "Yaar yaar Sivam, Nee Naan Sivam" is my fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2."Naan Kadavul"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title literally means "I am God"/ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aham Brahmasmi"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of an "Aghori" Saadhu who is a "realized one".  His family travels to Kashi in search of him and brings him back to T'nadu. On the other track, the movie tells the story of beggars and the racket which treads them. At a point, the Saadhu kills leader of the racket, knowing his plans to sell out a blind girl in the clan of beggars. But then he also gives a mercy death to the blind girl, who, throughout the movie stood victim of many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice movie on a different theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-4241876650328982966?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4241876650328982966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=4241876650328982966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4241876650328982966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4241876650328982966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/11/anbe-sivam-naan-kadavul.html' title='Anbe Sivam, Naan Kadavul'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-1628432907480704722</id><published>2009-10-31T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:20:55.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bajaj m80'/><title type='text'>M80, me, nilesh, pranita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my version of story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was a nice morning in Pune. Me and Nilesh were waiting for a friendwho would accompany us for swimming. My classic "Bajaj M-80" was parkedjust nearby and a zen was parked on the other side of the road.We were busy chatting and Pranita entered the lane. She hadbeen Nilesh's and Rohan's crush since childhood. That day she looked even better. Her figure looked just perfect and she gave a smile to us.We returned the smile. She started her car and took reverse to unpark it.Like any other girl, she showed her driving skills by banging my M-80. Sheapplied breaks only after my M80 was completely down. She came out of carand very kindly asked me "i hope you are not hurt ... i am so sorry dear".Well, when a girl bangs you .. always "never mind". So we didn't. She helped me taking M80 up and Nilesh was busy staring at her. "amm amm ... its ookkk" .. I said.She gave a beautiful smile again and left ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nilesh's version of story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As usual, koukya's friend was late for swimming. "oh goddd !! Pranita ... koukya, look at the way she walks" I said as Pranita entered the lane. I don't know, why koukya doesn'tlike her. Well, she completely ignored us. What to do ... I was with koukya na.She started her zen to unpark it. She took reverse and DHADAD. Koukya's old "khatara" was down. I don't know why does he even carries it with him. Anyway, Pranita got down and smirked at koukya. Such things are bound to happen when koukya is around. She kept on smirking and asked"is your vehicle alright?". "yyes", foolish koukya mumbled. She got into the car and left withattitude.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently me and Nilya were discussing Pranita, and this story was brought up. Though I like to believe and tell my version of story, Nilya's version of story is true :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-1628432907480704722?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1628432907480704722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=1628432907480704722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1628432907480704722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1628432907480704722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/10/m80-me-nilesh-pranita.html' title='M80, me, nilesh, pranita'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-4712017746422444446</id><published>2009-08-28T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:08:19.041-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hay kay an nhay kay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><title type='text'>a day ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(pune)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6:00 i called abhya and told him the movie plan ... it was a Marathi movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had selected marathi movie for 2 reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Verrry few of my friends are Marathi, and very few (no one in fact) of them watch marathi movies. So i wanted these guys to realize Marathi movies are equally good/bad as hindi movies, so that i can get some partners to watch marathi movies. (sad that my sis is not in town)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. With its name (haay kaay an nhaay kaay) and cast (jitendra joshi, pushkar shrotri), i thought it would be a nice "&lt;a href="http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html"&gt;Chindhi&lt;/a&gt;" movie, and we would get to laugh a lot the way we had laughed while watching "Gunda(hindi)"/"Kung-Pao Enter the feast(english)".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unlucky me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we were to catch 9:30 show, and abhya was hungry whole day. so he obviously thought of world famous Krishna vada-pao. I am always hungry for a vada-pao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am considered as unlucky in my frnd circle. According to them, things just go wrong with me/when i am around. and they support the theory with several incidents (eg. Blasts in Mumbai when i was supposed to go to Mumbai/12 hrs delayed train/torn pant and itchy shoes when i was goin for my 1st job interview (which i cleared :) )... i guess they maintain a list.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we went to krishna and the shop was closed (at 6:30 PM -- Dhande ka time). This, according to abhya, had happened for the first time in last 25 years. and the reason was my luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever, now i was vada-pao hungry, and hence wanted it badly. So we went to Rohit vadewale. While eating, abhya bite his tongue hard. It started bleeding, and he couldn't finish vada-pao. This, again was because I was around :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then abhya fainted perhaps because of empty stomach ... another example of MY bad luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comming back to movie, It was a pathetic. Thank god I chose Lakshminarayan- Rs. 37 X 5= 185/-.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For first half, we could laugh only at one one-liner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"manatala bolayala laaj vatate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;avaghad jagevar aleli khaj vatate"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was so boring, that we laughed only with our own jokes. They couldn't be as chindhi as mithun/laksha. I suggested we should leave before interval, but abhya wanted to torcher me. Mayur wanted to watch full movie. So we had to watch full movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We will remember the movie and "unlucky" day forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now let us see how "Quick Gun Murgan" comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will watch Kamine again, with my Mom. She is a great fan of Shahid Kapur and she read the review in Sakal, that it is a good movie. funny !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-4712017746422444446?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4712017746422444446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=4712017746422444446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4712017746422444446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4712017746422444446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/08/day.html' title='a day ...'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-7043647808708801994</id><published>2009-08-08T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:21:08.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored in office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(many more newly learnt punjabbi bad words)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshit'/><title type='text'>bullshit</title><content type='html'>Right now, I am bored in office. just now i wrote a post on my recent project completion, how i achieved et al (self praise, nothing else !!). After writing the post, while i was formatting it a bit, something just happened and whatever i had written got erased. And just then the draft was autosaved. So whatever I wrote is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit blogger.com !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, with IE7, we cannot paste anything in edit area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to write same thing again. And now that success is more than 2 hours older than it was then. So I have lost my interest in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-7043647808708801994?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/7043647808708801994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=7043647808708801994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/7043647808708801994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/7043647808708801994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/08/bullshit.html' title='bullshit'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-4198700470019055624</id><published>2009-07-16T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T10:49:50.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Away !!</title><content type='html'>Again away from blogging since gave away may laptop, Portable hard drive, mp3 player, sony earplugs all to kitu (lil sister) :).&lt;br /&gt;She was so happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-4198700470019055624?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4198700470019055624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=4198700470019055624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4198700470019055624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4198700470019055624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/07/away.html' title='Away !!'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-1146657125098032116</id><published>2009-06-20T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:17:01.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futkal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathi'/><title type='text'>﻿चिंधी !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ब्रम्हदेवाने स्रुष्टी बनवली. चार वर्ण बनवले. वेल, त्याने अनभिद्न्यपणे आणखी एक प्रजाती बनवली. माणसांचा हा प्रकार कालातीत आहे. तो सर्व जाती धर्मांच्या पलीकडचा आहे. तो प्रकार सगळीकडे, सर्व वयोगटामधे आढळतो. तो प्रकार म्हणजे "चिंधी".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;वर्णन:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;चिंधी लोक चार चौघांपेक्षा वेगळे दिसत नाहीत. ते हुशार किंवा ढ देखील असू शकतात. त्यांचा चिंधीपणा चिंधी संगत असली की सुरू होतो. त्यामुळे त्यांच वर्णन करणे कठीण आहे. परंतु सोदाहरण हे दाखवून देता येइल. काही लक्षणे देखील देता येतिल.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;१. ह्या लोकांची नैसर्गीक भाषा शुद्ध असते. परंतु चिंधी संगत येताच ती शिवराळ, cryptic बनते. उदा. "माझा computer बिघडलाय" = "माझ्या डब्याची ची लागली आहे, त्याच्या गांडीत घुसलेल्या wire ने शॊट दिला आणि त्याचा कोळसा झाला"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;२. विचित्र प्रकारचे फ़ाल्तू jokes मारण्याकडे त्यांचा कल असतो. उदा. "my father is at dadar" - राजेंद्रनाथ, हिंदी चित्रपट अभिनेता.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;३. चांगल्या सुशिक्षीत कुटुंबात जन्म होउनही, चांगल शिक्षण मिळून देखील मिथून च्या पिक्चर सारखे बी-ग्रेड पिक्चर बघण्याकडे, आणि त्यातल्या विसंगतिंवर फ़िदी-फ़िदी हसणे अशा त्यांच्या सवयी असतात.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;४. दिसण्यावरून तुम्हाला वाटणार नाही की ही व्यक्ती "लिबर्टी", "रतन" अशा थेटरात जाउन अश्लील सिनेमे बघते.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;५. हे लोक जेवताना गलिच्छ किळसवाणे बोलतात आणि हसतात.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;६. अस्वच्छ ठीकाणी जंक फ़ूड खाणे यांना आवडते.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;७. स्वत:च्या आवडींच्या बाबतीत हे लोक अतिरेकी असतात. उदा. "रोज बेडेकरची मिसळ खाणे, किमान १ वाटी एक्स्ट्रॊ रस्सा पिणे".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;८. हे लोक दिवाळीच्या दिवशी देखिल अश्लील sms पाठवू शकतात. पूजेमधे असताना देखील अशा sms ला रीप्लाय करू शकतात.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;एक महत्वाची गोष्ट: मुली देखील चिंधी असू शकतात (मला "गुंडा", "लोहा" हे चित्रपट बघायला सांगणारी एक मुलगी होती).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;आणि हो, चिंधी असणं गैर नाही.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;मी विविध क्षेत्रातील चिंधी लोकांची उदाहरण नमूद करतो (बेंचमार्क समजा यान्ना हव तर!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;१. सगळ्यात पहीला चिंधी: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"महर्षी नारद"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;बाप ल्हय जबरा देव असूनही "नारायण" नावच्या दुसयाच कोणाची भक्ती करणारा, अप्सरांशी flirt करणारा, विविध बातम्या देऊन इंद्राची मारणारा, ३ ठीकाणी उड्या मारत फ़िरणारा हा (माणूस ?) जगातला सगळ्यात पहिला चिंधी होय.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;कुशल कवी, ड्न्यानी म्हणून त्याने नाव कमवल खरं, पण त्याचं हे टॅलंट ओळखणारे आम्हीच पहीले.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;आणखी काही नावे:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;२. लक्ष्मीकांत बेर्डे&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;आठवा- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"अरे सारखं सारखं त्याच झाडावर काय!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"ए गणपती !!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"धनंजय माने इथेच रहातात का ?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;३. राजेंद्रनाथ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;४. अर्षद वारसी&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;५. मिथून&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;६. दादा कोंडके&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;७. जीम कॅरी&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;तुमच्यातही एखादा चिंधी लपलेला असेल. त्याला वाव द्या आणि त्याचं इथे लिहिलेल्याव्यतिरिक्त एखादं लक्षण/नाव असेल तर मला कळवा.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;कौ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-1146657125098032116?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1146657125098032116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=1146657125098032116&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1146657125098032116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1146657125098032116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='﻿चिंधी !!'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-8689600979815618299</id><published>2009-06-07T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T06:07:05.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dil-e-nadan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jagjit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='galib'/><title type='text'>dil-ae-nadan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“dil-ae-nadan tuze hua kya hai …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;akhir is dard ki dava kya hai …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;Once, I had a major crush on a muslim girl. And I dedicated this song from Jagjit's “Galib” to her :). it went like this. I used to play this song. This song has typical tenor-nosal female-muslim voice, gives a feeling of  “tavayaf's” kotha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;I used to visualize that I am sitting on a “gaddi”, leaning back on a pillow, a glass in my right  hand, and wearing “gajra” on the other; a bottle of rum in front of me, and she is performing this song for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;She is properly dressed, in glossy green. Wearing a lot of jewelry, nose-ring without a   miss and  Ghungaru in her legs. The fair girl with red lips and red tongue used to look enchanting in dim yellow light. I am quite legless at the moment and now the music plays …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; “ham hai mushtaq aur wo bejaa …  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ya elahi ye majara kyaa hai …”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;and now she looks me in eyes with her watery, crystal eye wearing surma, covering half the face with her right hand. Her delicate pink fingers colored with  dark red alta are arousing!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;Well she is not a good dancer!! She repeats her dance steps and the song ends …&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; “Jaan tumpe nisaar karta hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; mei nahi jaanta dua hya hai”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-8689600979815618299?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8689600979815618299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=8689600979815618299&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/8689600979815618299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/8689600979815618299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/06/dil-ae-nadan.html' title='dil-ae-nadan'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-6002301231602897689</id><published>2009-05-27T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T11:51:58.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delhi'/><title type='text'>one year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;It's been one year since I left Allahabad. I must confess that I indeed liked Allahabad, although I hated the city in the beginning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;I always wanted to be on my own. Stay away from home, live my own life-- my way is awesome. Live happiness and sorrows, enjoy success and failures, be responsible for whatever happens in my life is what life means to me. Experiments are integral part of my life. So moving to Delhi feels great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Office: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;In office, they call me “Politician”. But I really don't believe in the politics of grouping, backstabbing, leg pulling and negative energies. Although, sometimes I play games, either for entertainment or to get the things moving. It's job, so cant put more details.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Another allegation on me is “I am toooo professional, that is I don't have good personal relationships with people”. I agree with this one. I am not too good with people. I am too lazy to greet someone. I don't like anyone coming to me to greet me a Good Morning. Same is the case with b'days. They charged me "guilty” for refusing “Hand Shakes” to some seniors (seniority … another funda I dislike and refuse openly). Well, I am against handshakes. They are dirty, unhygienic. They irritate me. (I remember my “touch irritation”ness was related to my “being Maharashtrian” by a girl I met in train!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Delhi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Delhi is awesome. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ber_Sarai"&gt;“BerSarai village”&lt;/a&gt; is the best place-- lafantus area in fact :) . Thanks to Pranay and Souvik that they moved there. Now I have another place to spend weekend. Also, Anuraag's mom has been very kind and loving and motherly with us (me and pranay). We go to Anuraag's and DEMAND what we wish to eat. Delicious food is cooked by aunty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Roomie is psycho. Quite unique person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Family:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;We three now live in three different cities. Aai in Pune, Kitu in Ahmadabad, and me in Delhi. This is good and bad. Good that kitu got it in NID, and also now we all can meet in an overnight journey to Ahmadabad. Bad that we will rarely be home together. (I am planning for Ganapati).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in" align="center"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Self:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Current read is all about Che Guevara, Russian revolution (3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; revolution) (couple of Marathi books), some of John Grishm which I missed out in college days. I miss Marathi books here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 0in"&gt;Things move too fast, life is very dynamic, work is too hectic, time is too less, pile of “to do list” just grows and I am restless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-6002301231602897689?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/6002301231602897689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=6002301231602897689&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/6002301231602897689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/6002301231602897689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-year.html' title='one year'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-3484567912521591965</id><published>2009-05-19T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:17:16.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futkal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>कैफ़ियत</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;मगील &lt;a href="http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html"&gt;रंगपंचमीच्या&lt;/a&gt; काहीच दिवस आधी विलासअण्णा ने राष्ट्रवादीत स्वीच मारला होता. तेव्हा तो ही फॊर्मात होता आणि साहेबही. मध्यांतरीच्या काळात विलासरावपुरस्क्रुत नवनिर्माणकारांनी राज्यपातळीवर राडा करून स्वत:चा मतहिस्सा रखून ठेवला होता. कार्याध्यक्शांनी देखील शेतक-यांच्या काळजाला हात घालून आपली मुळे ग्रामीण भागात पसरली होती. क्रिकेट आणि क्रुषी हे दोन्ही सांभाळता साहेबांचं राज्यपातळीवर तस दुर्लक्शच झालं. परिणामी लोकसभा निवडणूकीत विलासअण्णाच्या पक्शाने नांगी टाकली.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;एव्हना विलासअण्णा च्या राष्ट्रवादी प्रवेशाने गल्ली-कोंग्रेसमधे तयार झालेली पोकळी सच्या कोल्हांडगे याने भरून काढली. तो युवा कोंग्रेस अध्यक्शपण झाला.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;मडम आणि पगडी यांच्या विजयाने सच्या आनंदाने वेडापिसा झाला. "रफ़िक" स्पीकर्सची एक भिंतच त्याने आपल्या चौकात उभी केली. त्याचा प्रत्येक कार्यकर्ता मद्यानंदात बेभान होऊन नाचत होता.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कैफ़ियत इथे सुरु झाली:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;विलासआण्णच्या गाडीचा ड्रायव्हरचा भाऊ, त्याच्या पतपेढीतले क्लार्क, केशीयर, जीमचे म्यानेजर, चहावाला,&lt;br /&gt;जनता वसाहतीतील बोडीबिल्डर्स (राडा करताना आण्णाबरोबर ! ), नवरात्र मंडळाचे संघटक, खजीनदार, कार्यवाहक, क्रिकेट क्लबचे मेंबर्स आणि इतर चिल्ले-पिल्ले त्या शत्रू-भिंतीसमोर घनआनंदात नाचत होती. आण्णा विखीन्न मनाने हा पराभव बघत होता. आघाडीच्या नियमामुळे त्याने कलमाडी-विजयाची खूषी जाहीर केली होती, पण त्याच्या मनाची व्याकूळता तोच जाणो.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आम आदमी आणि आम राजकारण्याने कोंग्रेस चा हात सोडू नये हे त्याला मनोमन पटत होत. राष्ट्रवादीच भवितव्य दिल्लीत, राज्यात आणि अपरिहार्यपणे गल्लीतही अंधारातच होत.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आण्णाच्या खांद्यावर थाप पडली. मागे वळून पहातो तो पिच्या होता. होय, फ़क्त पिच्याच होता. आण्णाच्या मनाची घालमेल तो जाणून होता. जेवणाची वेळ झाली. पिच्या दिवसभर गल्लीत पडीक असल्याने त्याची आई त्याला डबा पाठवते. गल्लीतल्या बाकड्यावर तो आणि आण्णा डबा खात होते. सवयीप्रमाणे पिच्या ने डब्यातली एक चपाती बाजूला फेकली. पहातो तर काय, नेहेमी तिथे बांधून असलेला टोम्या (लेब्राडोर) आज सच्या च्या मोफत वर्तमानपत्र वाचनालयासमोरच्या बाकड्याला बांधलेला होता. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आण्णा च्या डोळ्यातून आणखी एक आश्रू ओघळला. भाजी आणखी खारट झाली !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-3484567912521591965?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3484567912521591965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=3484567912521591965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/3484567912521591965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/3484567912521591965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='कैफ़ियत'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-1629062225596880316</id><published>2009-05-19T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:20:55.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!!</title><content type='html'>Back to blogging !! some of my frnds (who urged me to start blogging again) wont be able to understand next post ... lingo problem u know !! Soon will put some English here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-1629062225596880316?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1629062225596880316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=1629062225596880316&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1629062225596880316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1629062225596880316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2009/05/back.html' title='Back!!'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-4014571471411472466</id><published>2008-12-07T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:49:56.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link</title><content type='html'>Link to new blog :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://parimalu.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://parimalu.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-4014571471411472466?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4014571471411472466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=4014571471411472466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4014571471411472466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4014571471411472466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/12/link.html' title='Link'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-2863358170829346115</id><published>2008-10-09T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T03:20:43.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balewadi and Akashwani.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somewhere I read 2 words- Balewadi and Akashwani. Nostalgia took me to my Engg days. Every morning, Aai listens Aakashwani. Though it is a big panic for my sister, who takes a conscious sleep, small programs of 5 minutes help Aai to keep track of time. Also they broadcast good information about various things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, usually in deep sleep, take periodic triggers for at least 30 mins to wake up. Aai used to start shouting at 6:30 maybe. After sleepy “aai-please-2-min.” for about half an hour, I used to hear  1st line on Akashwani.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pune station, they air Sanskrit news.  I am on time if I wake up between&lt;br /&gt;“Eeyam Akashwani   samprati vartaha shruyantam  Pravachakaha Baladevananda Sagara ” and “Iti vartaha ”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is “Aata aaikuya Nata Nisargashi ya sadarat Maruti Chitamapalli yanni dileli mahiti” and I am still brushing, I must skip bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hear “Bhalchandra Joshi pradeshik batamya det ahet.”, I could see my bus passing without me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If the woman is saying “… apale aarogya ya sadarat Dr. Rajeev Sharangpani yanni dileli mahiti …”, I need to play different cards:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college was near Balewadi. Oh no, even far from Balewadi- total dist. more than 30 KM. And prompt PMT used to provide buses to reach there with a great frequency of one for every 2 hrs. I must walk 1.5 km to catch the lal dabba. So, if I miss morning college bus, instead of taking next PMT after 3 hrs, I used to skip the college. HOD was Hitlar. In fact one can ridicule Hitlar with his name. So the rule was to inform him with reason, if you are taking off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, he called a couple of times to enquire about my bunk to my mom. The phone was requested one. I gave this reason and asked him not to call :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I used to write a quick application, and hand it over to Patil (a lecturer—yes he is not a Prof., (though he says so) who used to catch bus from my stop). Patil did this &lt;em&gt;kabutarbaaji&lt;/em&gt; for some days. Markande then dared me to do so again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway there was no escape from his scolding, even if I reach the college. C teacher used to send me to him for not completing assignments. Patil would complain for not being attentive in class. &lt;em&gt;Jaadi&lt;/em&gt; (don’t remember her name) would complain for misguiding other students while solving problems. Sheetal Kapde-Maths had complained for laughing (at her??) in the class. Many teachers noticed attitude problem, arrogance and complained to HOD. He also used to keep track of all my bunks. I still challenged him by announcing a mass bunk in the college. (Which was followed by disasters. I managed to end the story quite diplomatically :) or maybe he allowed me to do so!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He punished me by all various means; still I enjoyed those days … like most of us did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-2863358170829346115?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2863358170829346115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=2863358170829346115&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2863358170829346115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2863358170829346115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/10/balewadi-and-akashwani.html' title='Balewadi and Akashwani.'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-1700459237354252869</id><published>2008-10-04T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:27:32.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aarta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vishwache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dnyaneshwar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Vishwache Aarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saint Dnyaneshwar, just before committing himself to samadhi state, wrote these beautiful verses. I heard them one and half year back, and since then was in search of meaning. Got some directions on internet and the meaning was revealed!! Somehow putting it in words here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vishwaache aarta maajhya mani prakaashale | avaghechi zaale dehabrahma ||&lt;br /&gt;aawadiche vaalabha maazeni kondaatale | navala dekhile nabhaakaara ge maaye ||&lt;br /&gt;baaparakhumaadevivaru sahaja nitu zaala | hrudayi nataavalaa brahmaakaare ||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Insights of universe have enlightened my mind&lt;br /&gt;(and) my body is unified with vibrating eternity&lt;br /&gt;I have shocked my beloved people,&lt;br /&gt;(as) They saw sky-like miracles (oh mom!!)&lt;br /&gt;Wishes of Dad and Mom have easily been fulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is decorated with supreme knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One can enjoy the words(in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;italic&lt;/span&gt;) depicting great knowledge and high spirituality from a boy just in his tender age of 21. Words are extremely sweet and innocent. He also remembers his dead parents and never ever complains about pains, sorrows in his life. Neither has he blamed orthodox society for out-casting him and his siblings (Orphan kids at the age of approx. 6 to 10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you listen them Lata singing. Feels as if she means whatever she is singing. Music: Pt. Hridaynath. A co-incidence: Lata and her siblings have also gone through quite similar situation in their early age. Lata, eldest of all, 14, carrying responsibility of 4 siblings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-1700459237354252869?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1700459237354252869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=1700459237354252869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1700459237354252869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1700459237354252869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/10/vishwache-aarta.html' title='Vishwache Aarta'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-2283978377138325169</id><published>2008-09-26T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T03:45:34.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's ur name ...</title><content type='html'>“Koustubh”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they have different versions- koustup, koustub, koutuk, kaushik, kousubh – my grandma. All are fine. Donno how “Saurabh” is related to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koukya is the best they came up with. Now they don’t even know my name is koustubh. In fact friends introduce me as “koukya”!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the saga began 25 yrs back when my parents named their Chinese looking cute little baby – Koustubh. As I remember, I faced difficulties in spelling my name in Marathi. So many letters and “matras” broken up into pieces and jumbled to put me on paper. Moreover this is not the only name which identifies me. There is father’s name and surname. So many turns in “Shri”, my middle name (=father name) used to give thick, lethargic fingers a fatigue. “rNi” in surname is even difficult. Things went worst when overhead of English was added to my course. All my friends/cousins were ready with A-B-C-D by the time they joined 5th class. Till 1st unit test, I barely knew A-B-C-D. And they asked to write my full name in exam – 3 marks question. I was not even sad to loose those marks. Raj is so simple to spell!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a name that is difficult to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to the north of India, things become entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“what’s ur name ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“koustubh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“eh ???”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“koustubh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“are u a Muslim?”&lt;br /&gt;-“Christan ?”&lt;br /&gt;-“Yaar matlab kya hai ?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Vishnu bhagwan wears a pearl named Koustubh”&lt;br /&gt;-“so you are a Hindu”&lt;br /&gt;-“Ho kaha se ?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maharashtra”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“Hindi to badi achchi bol lete ho”&lt;br /&gt;-“I thought you are from Bangal” (I really don’t look a complete chamya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well the name is there amongst Bangala people as well”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-“achcha … yaar bada aajeeb naam hai, maine pahali baar suna hai ye”&lt;br /&gt;-“yaar naam se to Muslim lagte ho”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well whatever my name is, whatever my religion/cast/region is, does it really matter?&lt;br /&gt;May be or may be not, the conversation is often interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s ur name?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-2283978377138325169?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2283978377138325169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=2283978377138325169&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2283978377138325169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2283978377138325169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-ur-name.html' title='What&apos;s ur name ...'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-5960118334797129635</id><published>2008-09-16T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T07:20:14.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ek no. gana !! - Fired Up</title><content type='html'>Track from NFS-Most wanted. Must listen ... Must play!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download from whichever link works ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://4megaupload.com/index.php?q=fired+up&amp;page=2&amp;filetype=&amp;filetype=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;My crew is all fired up&lt;br /&gt;Y'all better just wise up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gettin' sized up&lt;br /&gt;Before we all rise up&lt;br /&gt;Start runnin' your times up&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' when my crew ride up&lt;br /&gt;The sky gon' light up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get fired up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verso 1]&lt;br /&gt;I walk this planet the most rugged&lt;br /&gt;Most can only see this heat but don't touch it&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' you might get 'em burned&lt;br /&gt;When i come through it's my turn&lt;br /&gt;Never get in my way or you're getting' rolled over&lt;br /&gt;Like rover cuz' my fist's a bulldozer&lt;br /&gt;I throw these dogs in the street to melodys&lt;br /&gt;Like a heartbeat playing against piano keys&lt;br /&gt;It's a breeze 365 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and you might catch these so justt freeze&lt;br /&gt;A riddle with no clues i'm a walking nightmare&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere anytime boy i don't fight fair&lt;br /&gt;A day in my shoes is a day with no fear&lt;br /&gt;So walk barefooted and save your whole year&lt;br /&gt;And i wear a mouthpiece cuz' i grit my teeth&lt;br /&gt;So just bite your tongue before you get your ass beat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;My crew is all fired up&lt;br /&gt;Y'all better just wise up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gettin' sized up&lt;br /&gt;Before we all rise up&lt;br /&gt;Start runnin' your times up&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' when my crew ride up&lt;br /&gt;The sky gon' light up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get fired up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus 2]&lt;br /&gt;In the club to a beat&lt;br /&gt;In the street wit' a beef in the heat&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get fired up!!!&lt;br /&gt;If it's black or it's white&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong or it's right day or night&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get fired up!!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter if you win or you lose&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get fired up!!!&lt;br /&gt;Put it down every town every city&lt;br /&gt;If you feel me and you wit' me&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get fired up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I'm an s.o.b.&lt;br /&gt;That's a son of a bitch homie you don't know me&lt;br /&gt;I was put here to slap you silly and clap billy&lt;br /&gt;And clap everything in the track like mac milly's&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the half really&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna see the other side i suggest you act quickly&lt;br /&gt;And ran swiftly and get outta my way before the gats empty&lt;br /&gt;(c'mon!!!) and just tempt me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;My crew is all fired up&lt;br /&gt;Y'all better just wise up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gettin' sized up&lt;br /&gt;Before we all rise up&lt;br /&gt;Start runnin' your times up&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' when my crew ride up&lt;br /&gt;The sky gon' light up&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get fired up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus 2]&lt;br /&gt;In the club to a beat&lt;br /&gt;In the street wit' a beef in the heat&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get fired up!!!&lt;br /&gt;If it's black or it's white&lt;br /&gt;If it's wrong or it's right day or night&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get fired up!!!&lt;br /&gt;Don't matter if you win or you lose&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get fired up!!!&lt;br /&gt;Put it down every town every city&lt;br /&gt;If you feel me and you wit' me&lt;br /&gt;Everybody get fired up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-5960118334797129635?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5960118334797129635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=5960118334797129635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/5960118334797129635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/5960118334797129635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/09/ek-no-gana.html' title='Ek no. gana !! - Fired Up'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-5207580325453687478</id><published>2008-08-13T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:11:56.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convocation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Allahabad'/><title type='text'>Convocation hues – II</title><content type='html'>Part I : &lt;a href="http://innominate-iam.blogspot.com/2008/08/convocation-hues.html"&gt;http://innominate-iam.blogspot.com/2008/08/convocation-hues.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could convince Paaji (aka Anuraag sometimes) to attend the convocation but couldn’t convince his luck. Well, something better happened with him, got his joining date, but on the very day of our departure. And how can we be so perfect with planning? Something must go wrong, and this was the first of the series. I canceled his ticket. We were relying on Tiwari for his Camera, but he backed off for some stupid (?) reasons. I and Lalli were only two of the class of 18 to attend the convocation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiwari got news from his information network. “The convocation fees must be deposited before 6 today; else you won’t get the degree on stage.” IIIT management is very good at creating rules overnight and implementing them. It was 6 already and I had left my house to catch PrayagRaj. There was no way to deposit the fees in time. Office-leave-train-fair-cancel-convocation-robe-no-stage-waste-useless-loser-time-waste... Brain works so fast. I got the news confirmed from PPS, official IIIT khabari. It was so true. I have weird habit of taking chances if I see even 0.1% probability. I continued towards NDRS, repeating “I want degree on stage” to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got delayed due to traffic, I saw Prayag Raj moving. Caught it!!! (Eating Pani-Poori at IFFCO chauk was unnecessary:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relying on Lalli was another risk we took. We all are losers, but Lalli is worst of us. Draft in favor of “IIIT-Allahabad” was required. Respected sir brought it for “IIT”, payable at Allahabad. I had asked him to deposit it early in the morning. When I reached hostel, respected sir was in Gym with a couple of juniors. I am a bigger idiot to join him and give him a “super set” for biceps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank god, somehow we deposited the fees by 10:00 and got a robe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director bored us with his typical speech. Nobel laureate killed us with his speech. I and Lalli fell asleep. Suddenly one of the coordinators of the event woke us up, gave some water and we were all set to receive the degree. Receiving the degree was just a formality now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to get the degree certificate for Paaji, and 3 others. While sending authorization mails for all, paaji had jumbled names and roll numbers!! Exam-cell guy started crying:). I explained the situation to that kid and got the remaining degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, still we had some scope to mess the situation up. Lalli grabbed the opportunity. He forgot paaji’s “Cap from Korea” in hostel, and realized it at a distance of 8KM from IIIT. He went back to take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans to go to office next morning. PrayagRaj was delayed by 4 hrs!!! “God … Thanks a lot:)”!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All degrees are with Lalli. (Paaji, Pranay, Neelam, Preety)’s money is with me. My thesis report is with Pranay. All messed up, we still have some plan for long weekend, and are optimistic that it will work!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-5207580325453687478?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5207580325453687478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=5207580325453687478&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/5207580325453687478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/5207580325453687478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/08/convocation-hues-ii.html' title='Convocation hues – II'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-4178732267908413518</id><published>2008-08-05T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T04:42:09.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='left'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nuclear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us'/><title type='text'>123</title><content type='html'>Part-I:&lt;br /&gt;1. NPT (Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty) divides the world into two parts, viz. nations which are parties to the Treaty and nations which are not parties to the treaty.&lt;br /&gt;2. India, Pakistan, N. Korea and Israel fall in second part.&lt;br /&gt;3. Within “parties”, there are two groups, nuclear-haves and non-nuclear-haves, ie. those nations that tested NV’s before 1967 and those that tested NVs after 1967.&lt;br /&gt;4. Had we signed NPT, we would have fallen in the groups of non-nuclear-haves. The treaty restricts non-haves from possessing NVs. This is the reason we haven’t signed NPT.&lt;br /&gt;5. China falls into haves’ group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part-II:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Nuclear Suppliers Group (NSG) is a group of nuclear supplier countries which seeks to contribute to the non-proliferation of nuclear weapons through the implementation of Guidelines for nuclear exports and nuclear related exports.[Official definition]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part-III:&lt;br /&gt;1. Perceived risks on the citizens' health and safety, the 1979 accident at Three Mile Island and the 1986 Chernobyl disaster played a part in stopping new plant construction in many countries although the public policy organization Brookings Institution suggests that new nuclear units have not been ordered in the U.S. because the Institution's research concludes they cost 15–30% more over their lifetime than conventional coal and natural gas fired plants. [wiki]&lt;br /&gt;2. Watts Bar 1, which came on-line in 7 February 1996, was the last U.S. commercial nuclear reactor to go on-line. [wiki]&lt;br /&gt;3. …. Even in the U.S. and throughout Europe, investment in research and in the nuclear fuel cycle has continued. [wiki]&lt;br /&gt;4. Question is what to do with developed products, technologies? They must be used somewhere. They must be sold to someone. The investments must payoff!! Scale of the business is lacs-of-crores-of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mr. Karat might be having problem with this!! (Are you with him?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part-IV:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hyde Act is the law that modifies the requirements of Section 123 of the U.S. Atomic Energy Act to permit nuclear cooperation with India. This enabled the U.S. to draft an 123 Agreement to operationalise what was agreed upon in the 2005 Joint Statement and permit nuclear cooperation with India. [wiki]&lt;br /&gt;2. Though not applicable to India, US must adhere to it, in order to continue with 123 Agreement.&lt;br /&gt;3. In simple words, it says, “The other party in the agreement must align their foreign policy with that of US, and cooperate US against Iran”&lt;br /&gt;4. If not, US can discontinue with the deal. &lt;br /&gt;5. US is allowed to use force against India in this case.&lt;br /&gt;6. This is worse than signing NPT itself.&lt;br /&gt;7. Mr. Karat has a problem with this!! (and I am with him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part-V:&lt;br /&gt;1. IAEA is the Agency works with its Member States and multiple partners worldwide to promote safe, secure and peaceful nuclear technologies.&lt;br /&gt;2. According to 123, India must keep her 14 nuclear reactors under IAEA safeguards, and allow their inspection.&lt;br /&gt;3. Congress rightly says that not all 14 nuclear reactors are included for inspection but there is a provision to exclude some of them, which are specified under some annexure. At the moment, it is blank!! Mr. Karat has a problem with this.&lt;br /&gt;4. Also there are some contradictions in IAEA safeguards, eg. At one place they say that the newly installed systems will have to assure uninterrupted fuel supply, but on the other hand, they say, in case of discrepancies, corrective measures can be taken. [original IAEA documents and 123]&lt;br /&gt;5. There are many contradictions, will take another blog. (Won’t include here so as to keep it simple.)&lt;br /&gt;6. Mr. Karat has a problem with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part-VI:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do we really need nuclear power? India has the immense possibility of hydropower of 150000MW. Besides Nepal and Bhutan can also help us also help in this field. Again there are other alternative sources of energy like wind power and solar power etc. [internet]&lt;br /&gt;2. India has the highest reserve of thorium in the world. The Indian scientists are mastering the technology to use thorium as fuel. This deal will hamper the indigenous research in this regard. Besides higher quality uranium ore has been discovered in Ladakh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr. Karat might be having problem with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part-VII:&lt;br /&gt;1. US had huge “Education” budget during this deal. They say, Indian ministers were needed to be “educated” about the deal and its benefits. Are scientists who support this deal “educated” by them with same methods? And Karat &amp; friends are not “educated” enough? Or they are educated by some other powers? Whom should we trust? Frustrated Saffron party + friends who are desperate to grab the power or “educated” UPA with leaders like Dr. Singh or China-inclined left?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-4178732267908413518?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4178732267908413518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=4178732267908413518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4178732267908413518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4178732267908413518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/08/123.html' title='123'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-7331169820191067850</id><published>2008-07-19T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T03:37:38.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cutting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it industry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tissues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blackle'/><title type='text'>IT industry-- Kuch saal baad :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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वाचावा, पात्र आणि घटना काल्पनीक)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;रफ़िक शेख आले खरे, पण रातच्याला वशाट जास्त झाल्याने आणि सकाळीच "समाधान" चा कटींग मारल्याने त्यांना जरा अवळून आलं. आल्या आल्या ते लागलीच निघून गेले. सेनावाल्यांनी एकमेकांकडे "ह्यांनी दाखवली आपली ...." अशा थाटात पाहिलं, आणि "आयला महाराष्ट्रात एकच मर्द" अस &lt;font class=""&gt;म्हणून मा&lt;/font&gt;.शि.बा.ठां. ना एकदा मनातल्या मनात नमन केलं. "माझा लढा ... विठ्ठल ... **डवे (ब?)..." असही काहीतरी पुटपुटले. चिखलात पाय पडून बाजूच पाणी जस गढूळ व्हाव, तशी गढूळता क्शणभर पसरली. खर कारण"समाधान" हे होतं हा भाग वेगळाच.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font class=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इकडे "आळेकर टावर" मधून पोट्टी जमत होती. र्हावल्या पन आला. नाश्ता करून. आज कसेरंग खेळयचे हे त्याने आधीच ठरवलेल होत. तसे खीशात ३०-३५ रुपयांचे रंग आणले होते.२ दिवसापुर्वीच त्याने कटींग केली होती. केसं कलर पण केली होती थोडी. २ महिन्यांपुर्वीइशल्या बरोबर जिम स्टार्ट करून थोडी बॊडीबिल्डिंग केली होती. गेल्या वेळी पोरांनी उचलून हौदात टाकला होता त्याला ... य धूतला होता !! आजचे कपडे पन आधीच ठरवलेले होते.बॊडी दिसेल याची काळजी त्याने घेतली होती. फ़ुल्ल आवरून आला होता तो.(पावडर पण लावली होती थोडी).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;तेवढ्यात मागून त्याची आई आली आणि आपल्या निरमा आणि नारळाच्या काथ्यांनी भांडी घासून खरखरीत झालेल्या हाताने र्हावल्याला फाडदिशी ओढली. त्याचे कान गरम झाले. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font class=""&gt;"पयला घरी चल ह्यंद्र्या .... इचकट कार्ट .... सणावारी भांडण करतय"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font class=""&gt;"हात्तीच्यायला कसली वोढली ... लय बेक्कार .. ह्यॆ ह्यॆ ह्यॆ" .. कोणीतरी आपले reflexes दाखवले.आणखी ४-५ पोट्टी हसली. र्हावल्या ला आयशी चा लय राग आला.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font class=""&gt;"दद्या ला सांग ... आईवरून शिवी दिली त्याने मला" .... दादा .. सख्खा भाऊ !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;इतक्यात इकडे रंगपंचमीचा एकच गलका उडाला. धडाक्यात सगळ्यांनी एकमेकांना रंगवायला सुरुवातकेली. सर्वांच्या मनात "मी पन आन्नाला लावनार ... आ !" अशी प्रेमभावना दाटली. प्रत्येक कार्यकर्ताआन्नाच्या गालावर दोन रंगीत बोटं फिरवून क्रुत:क्रुत्य होत होता. आन्ना पण नवरदेवाचा हळदीचा &lt;font class=""&gt;कार्यक्रम असावा&lt;/font&gt; तसा सगळी कौतुक करून घेत होता (आयला यडपट !!). वरतुन बायको पहात होती. नव-याच्या कर्त्रुत्वाने तिचा उर &lt;font class=""&gt;भरून आला&lt;/font&gt;. आईचा कंठ उगाचच दाटला. "बाप पडला पन पोरगा नाव काढ्नार" .. अस तर त्या मायेला वाटल नसेलना !! सत्या ने रंग लावल्यावर अन्ना ने त्याला मिठी मारली. सत्या पुन्हा लाडात. पिच्या ला खुपलं हे, पण त्यानेदु:ख गिळून टाकल. आन्ना नंतर दोन काची ची दोन बोट त्याने Mercedes (बरं एस्टीम ... खूश ??)ला पण लावली. इशल्या-गन्या गॆंग ने नेहेमी प्रमाणे अक्रस्ताळेपणा आणि अगाचोरपणा सुरू केला. शेट्टी रंगल्यावर फ़ार ओंगळ दिसत होता (च्ययला आपण बरे दिऊन काय दिवे लावले ... त्याची .. असो ॥)। ... तर रंगपंचमी थाटात साजरी झाली.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(समाप्त)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-1644828838588590043?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1644828838588590043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=1644828838588590043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1644828838588590043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1644828838588590043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='﻿रंगपंचमी @ ७९/ब पर्वती (उत्तरार्ध)'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-8469684914579565094</id><published>2008-04-28T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:24:12.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='powershot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='canon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manual focus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='macro'/><title type='text'>Wasting my time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbwldDEW1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YMRG387vD5c/s1600-h/27042008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194603746461768530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbwldDEW1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YMRG387vD5c/s320/27042008(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is very easy for me to waste my time. Sometimes a colorful insect is reason, good enough to spend spend 3-3 and half hours. Look what we did with it. All images are raw, not at all edited with photoshop/picasa etc. Light effects are because of the way they were taken. Sheer talent !! :P. Camera details and settings for each photo can be seen in picasa. During this, I was accompanied by a budding photographer and my &lt;em&gt;shishya,&lt;/em&gt; Anuraag (Also former owner of camera ... yes he sold it out to someone, I have permitted him to move to DSLR.) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBX1wtDEWpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eAeTACpjY7A/s1600-h/IMG_2336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194327962316724882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBX1wtDEWpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/eAeTACpjY7A/s400/IMG_2336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBX1x9DEWrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mCLhmycVoWQ/s1600-h/IMG_2358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194327983791561394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBX1x9DEWrI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mCLhmycVoWQ/s400/IMG_2358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBX1yNDEWsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MGteBrU1Duo/s1600-h/IMG_2363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194327988086528706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBX1yNDEWsI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MGteBrU1Duo/s400/IMG_2363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBX1ydDEWtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M-Y5x5gOgjw/s1600-h/IMG_2376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194327992381496018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBX1ydDEWtI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M-Y5x5gOgjw/s400/IMG_2376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbrztDEWuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9dq7JpOe8rw/s1600-h/IMG_2391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194598493716765410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbrztDEWuI/AAAAAAAAAIU/9dq7JpOe8rw/s400/IMG_2391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbr0NDEWvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Byk5Q5l036k/s1600-h/IMG_2397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194598502306700018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbr0NDEWvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Byk5Q5l036k/s400/IMG_2397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbr0dDEWwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OAJbQQpsKQs/s1600-h/IMG_2400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194598506601667330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbr0dDEWwI/AAAAAAAAAIk/OAJbQQpsKQs/s400/IMG_2400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbr0dDEWxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NMaOkHvTRZY/s1600-h/IMG_2407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194598506601667346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbr0dDEWxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/NMaOkHvTRZY/s400/IMG_2407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbr0tDEWyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Oc-7z_HMc_s/s1600-h/IMG_2443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194598510896634658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbr0tDEWyI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Oc-7z_HMc_s/s400/IMG_2443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbtKdDEWzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9IE6LSBfoLE/s1600-h/IMG_2489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194599984070417202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbtKdDEWzI/AAAAAAAAAI8/9IE6LSBfoLE/s400/IMG_2489.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbtKtDEW0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/boRLMhQOSuM/s1600-h/IMG_2502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194599988365384514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbtKtDEW0I/AAAAAAAAAJE/boRLMhQOSuM/s400/IMG_2502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Anuraag is very shy in projecting his talent. I guess he wrote a comment and then deleted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visit his Orkut album, for some classic photography:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/AlbumList.aspx?uid=3476039073477315043"&gt;http://www.orkut.com/AlbumList.aspx?uid=3476039073477315043&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-8469684914579565094?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8469684914579565094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=8469684914579565094&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/8469684914579565094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/8469684914579565094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/04/wasting-my-time.html' title='Wasting my time.'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/SBbwldDEW1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/YMRG387vD5c/s72-c/27042008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-2727754041233538265</id><published>2008-04-19T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:39:16.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parvati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futkal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathi'/><title type='text'>रंगपंचमी @ ७९/ब पर्वती (पूर्वार्ध)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=""&gt;(पात्र आणि घटना काल्पनीक.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;योगायोगाने रंगपंचमी ला पुण्यात होतो. मित्रपरिवार कामात व्यस्त असल्याने रंग खेळता आले नाहित.(आणि दुर्दैवाने मैत्रिण परिवार नाही आम्हाला ... असो) तर मी आणि किटू घराच्या चौकटीत (balcony)गप्पा मारत होतो. अचानक रस्त्यावर गर्दी जमली. मा. श्री. इलासआण्णा तावरे साहेब(माजी युवक क्वांग्रेस अध्यक्श, पुने शहर, सध्या राष्ट्रवादित, फ़ुल पावरबाज) आपल्या पांड-या शुभ्र mercedes (म्हणजे आहे 2nd hand एस्टीमच, पण ते आणि त्यांची भक्त मंडळी समजतात. उगाचच कोणच्या भावना कशला दुखवा. ज्या दिवशी गाडी पहिल्यांदा गल्लीत आली, पिच्या (आन्ना चा डावा हात .... शी !!!) ने साष्टांग नमन घातला होता. आई शप्पथ !!) मधुन जणू त्यांच्या स्वागतासाठी १०० पत्रकार camera घेउन वाट बघत आहेत अशा थाटात अवतरले. एकदम रिन सफ़ेदी वाल्या कुर्त्या पायजम्यात. पन स्वागतासठी पिच्या शिवाय कोनीच नस्ल्याने थोडे हिरमुसले. त्यांचा हा चेहेरा पिच्याच्याने बघवला नाही. पिच्याने शिट्टीमारली आनि नव-तरून मंडलाचे कार्यकर्ते जे रंगपंचमी च्या तयारीत गुंतले होते ते हजर झाले. आन्नाचा चेहेरा खुलला. थोडा लाल पन झाला.आन्नाने अपुलकी ने पिचु आनि विकि ला मिठी मारली. त्यांना पन थ्वडा भाव वाढल्या सारखं वाटल. मग चालताना त्यांची कोपरं मागे गेली आणिछाती २ इंच पुढे आली आणि ती झुलवत ते रंगपंचमीच्या set वर गेले. चालतानी आन्ना ने खांद्यावर हात ठेवल्याने सत्या पन थ्वडा लाडातआला. हळु हळु गर्दी वाढू लागली. "ऒ अंत्या .... हिकड कसा काय !!! अ गन्या ... यड्या ... हा हा हा ... लय भारी यड्याआ.... फ़ुल्ल खेळ्नार यड्या .... आयला ह्यो बघ .... ह्या ह्या ह्या" अशा संवादांनी गल्ली गजबजू लागली. पांडरा शर्ट-प्यांट, काळे चकचकीत बूट,लठ्ठ बोटांमधे जाड अंगठ्या, गळ्यात "पच्चास तोला" माळा, काळा ग्वागल, भारदस्त काळ्या जाड मिशा अशा वेशात राजू शेट्टी (काळा कभिन्न रंग, ४'९" उंची, पोट पुढे, बायको मात्र त्यामनाने ... असो ... ) हे व्यक्तिमत्व फोन वर बोलत प्रकट झालं. गर्दितुन मग तो मुद्दाम गर्दिपासून लांब गेला. फोन वर कोनाला तरी ४ शब्द (&lt;a href="mailto:!@@#%#**$"&gt;!@@#%#**$&lt;/a&gt;@) सुनावले आनि गर्दित परत आला. त्याचे ४ शब्द ऐकून सत्या आनी आंत्या ला ल्हई कवतीक वाटलं. तेवढ्यात रफ़ीक शेख आले आनि लोकांना सर्व-धर्म-समभावाच्या ओका-या होऊ लागल्या. क्वांग्रेस मधून मनसेत जाणार होते पन अन्ना ने ओढून आनलं त्यांना हिकडं. काही दिवसांपुर्वीच शिवसेनेतुन switch मारलेल्यांना काही हे पटल नाही. पन पक्शशिस्तिपरमाने त्यांने शेखांना मिठी मारली आनी रंगपंचमी + ईद च्या शुभेच्छा दिल्या. शेखांनी पेशल मटन बिर्यानी चं अश्वासन दिल्यावर मात्र त्यन्च्या तोंडाला पानी सुटलं आनि त्यांनी एक आवंढा गिळला.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(क्रमशः)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-2727754041233538265?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2727754041233538265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=2727754041233538265&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2727754041233538265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2727754041233538265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='रंगपंचमी @ ७९/ब पर्वती (पूर्वार्ध)'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-1612353340089376473</id><published>2008-03-06T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:58:56.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Union Budget 08</title><content type='html'>Where will 60k Crore come from ?.&lt;br /&gt;Tax slab is increased from 1.1 to 1.5 et al, so less no of people will pay the tax. Also tax percentage is reduced for some slabs, what about the loss of revenue ?&lt;br /&gt;Best explaination of the budget I found on the internet: Down to earth explaination in lay man's terms, by Prof. Kanu Doshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theindicast.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=7900321&amp;amp;Itemid=64#josc1204"&gt;http://www.theindicast.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=7900321&amp;amp;Itemid=64#josc1204&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, the answer is "Multiplier Effect". It says, if your earning is &gt;5 PA, you will end up saving 50k of tax. So spend 50% of that and save/invest 50%. It is easy to spend since production cost is reduced by reducing excise from 16% to 14 % or so(bikes, clothes etc.). This rotates the money you saved from tax, amongst the people. Thus, circulating economy pays PC a lot of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Also take good care of your parents. It will benifit you in income tax :).&lt;br /&gt;Gud thing for me is that Automobile industry will be benefited.&lt;br /&gt;Also now PAN is compulsory for all the economic transactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politically, will people remember the benefits in their short term memory? Does the election year budget really help political parties? Rajdeep Sardesai, Yogendra Yadav will analyze and tell us who will loose the elections. That party will form next government :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy shopping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-1612353340089376473?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1612353340089376473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=1612353340089376473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1612353340089376473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1612353340089376473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/03/union-budget-08.html' title='Union Budget 08'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-3822205292994991852</id><published>2008-02-28T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:21:03.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Delight</title><content type='html'>My Family, we may not be intellectuals, we might not have crossed 80 in our matriculation exams (except kirti-83 or 86 or something), may be, we have least things to be proud of, there is one thing we all like to tell about ourselves. We all are food-lovers. We eat a lot. We eat different things. Also, we cook and we eat. We believe that we must have different casts, regions and religions for their verity of eating habits. We all want to earn a lot and wish to do one thing- try different food from different restaurants (around the world??). We drive to Kolhapur (around 230 Km), eat Fadtare misal and come back and AnandDada’s site-visit is namesake (10 mins max!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days ago, Mavashi, Kaka and Asha Kaku visited Allahabad. They were on their “Kashi Prayag Yatra”. While their stay at Prayag, I went to meet them to their hotel. And there was a great surprise for me. They had one hand bag, full of food from Pune!! My liking for food is well known in my family (famous by name Kumbhakarn, who eats and sleeps and does nothing). Kaka, a food-fan himself, handed over the bag to me, as soon as I reached them. I opened it with devil’s joy on my face. What a delight was that!!! The bag contained Chakali which mavashi prepared specially for me (and Ira). These are world’s best, and even Aai accepts that. There was a box full of Amba Burfi and Kaju Katali from “Kaka Halwai”, sent by Dhanashree’s mom to me. Aai didn’t fail to send a kg of “BakarWadi” and “Lasoon Bakarwadi” along. Kaku had brought Kadboli. Someone prepared Chiwada as well. A box contained “Dinkache Laadu” (something healthy). I opened bag of “Upawasacha chivada” there itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaka ordered tea. While sipping tea and eating upasacha chivada, we discussed about Chhola Mathari and Bun Malai (our 4 AM nashta here). They were really unhappy about food-culture of Allahabad. (Except kaka liked the idea of ChholaMathari and promised we will try it out on my trip to Pune). He seemed more excited than me about me moving to Delhi for job, as Dhanashree has already hyped about Delhi khana-khajana, especially about paratha-galli. I guess she visited hotels more often than her classes in IIT-D. Viththal Kamat’s bestseller- “Idli, Orchid ani Me” was another topic of discussion. I must read second one by Viththal Kamat(Me Udyojak Honarach), he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time, we also diverted our discussion to useless topics like my studies and joining, kirti’s exam, their journey; but very soon, we were back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with a couple of “Desi ghee me bane hue motichoor ke laddu”, which I took for them from “Kamadhenu”, in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I guess D got 98.something in 12th PCM. Don’t know her aggregate and 10th. Don’t know Anant’s marks at all. Truth is, &lt;em&gt;“jasta asale tari doghanchyahi cheheryavarun vaatat nahi &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;em&gt;”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, though I don't like to share food, I am doing it because I am getting fat and should eat less, according to my well wishers here :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-3822205292994991852?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3822205292994991852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=3822205292994991852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/3822205292994991852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/3822205292994991852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/02/delight.html' title='A Delight'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-4847739782839569256</id><published>2008-02-20T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:24:12.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sachin and Freddie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/R7zR_Ae8QsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OwD5TSMroJQ/s1600-h/16cric_0108-edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169237352706228930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/R7zR_Ae8QsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OwD5TSMroJQ/s400/16cric_0108-edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is great. He is unique. And there are many reasons to it. The pic depicts one of them. A very important one. He looks the ball into its eyes till it becomes dead, whether he hits it or leaves it. When he hits it with heaviest bat in the world, an attempt to stop it is a crime. Try it out and you will be punished-ask Courtney Walsh(Remember Hero Cup ??). Of course there are some cruel moments when the ball hits him on helmet, shoulder, wings. But no worries. The ball is helpless and it is not revenge but its stumbling under frustration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the hell is he so great? All of your queries are answered by a great Sachin fan, Harikrishnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sachintendulkar.co.cc/"&gt;http://www.sachintendulkar.co.cc/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not to forget, Shameen Hameed helped him in some way, so says he.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I owe him a lot and must post link to his personal home page here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harikrishnan.in/"&gt;http://www.harikrishnan.in/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also, his blog on Sachin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.harionsachin.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.harionsachin.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have uploaded sachin videos on esnips. This is the link to esnips folder. The best one is “Harsha on Sachin Tendulkar”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/web/kouksksOtherStuff"&gt;http://www.esnips.com/web/kouksksOtherStuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The folder also contains some Queen songs. (Not as famous as Sachin since view count has reached to 1: me, since I have uploaded those, against 51 views for Sachchu videos. Not even the friend for whom I uploaded those, have seen thoseJ. He has promised me that he will download ASAP.). Really good songs. My favorites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the best from Queen: Just a para of “We are the champions”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've paid my dues - Time after time - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've done my sentence But committed no crime -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And bad mistakes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made a few &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had my share of sand kicked in my face - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've come through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are the champions - my friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we'll keep on fighting - till the end &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are the champions - We are the champions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No time for losers 'Cause we are the champions - of the world –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another one with deep blue color: No one but you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand above the water &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An angel reaching for the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it raining in heaven - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you want us to cry? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everywhere the broken-hearted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On every lonely avenue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No-one could reach them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No-one but you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One by one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only the Good die young &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're only flying too close to the sun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And life goes on - Without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though Queen enjoyed unprecedented success and was considered as best stage performers of the time, Freddie Mercury, lead vocal of Queen, lived a very tragic life. Indian-Zoroastrian origin and homosexual relationship were the reasons for the tragedy. He also suffered from AIDS in his later life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever… I am a great fan of his voice and singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-4847739782839569256?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/4847739782839569256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=4847739782839569256&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4847739782839569256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/4847739782839569256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/02/sachin-and-freddie.html' title='Sachin and Freddie.'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/R7zR_Ae8QsI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OwD5TSMroJQ/s72-c/16cric_0108-edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-8871961032788067581</id><published>2008-02-05T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T07:24:25.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maharashtra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thackeray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regionalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MNS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amitabh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balasaheb'/><title type='text'>What exactly did Raj Thackeray say?</title><content type='html'>Again hypocrite media, ignorant people and clever politicians!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thackerays are always criticized for being regionalist, hindu-nationalist and junior Thackeray stands no exception. While clarifying himself and Shri. Balasaheb for their stand on regionalism, this is what Raj Thackeray said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If AB, great superstar of India, even my favorite, despite spending most of his life in Mumbai, becomes Brand Ambassador of Uttar Pradesh and not that of Maharashtra, if he opens a school in UP and not in Maharashtra, if he loves his people that much &lt;em&gt;(which is not wrong at all)&lt;/em&gt;, then where did Raj Thackeray go wrong? &lt;em&gt;(Why shouldn’t I speak out and ask questions for my people?)&lt;/em&gt; ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find this statement criticizing AB?? He even adds that AB should be Brand Ambassador of the country and not that of a particular state. Check out the videos if you are so much concerned about the issue (And get it translated from your Marathi friend :)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_3CGuVoXxM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_3CGuVoXxM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://broadband.indiatimes.com/showvideo/2750348.cms"&gt;http://broadband.indiatimes.com/showvideo/2750348.cms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now check out track record of Abu Azami for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also AB’s house is not attacked, north Indians are not being beaten by MNS. If at all some violence is there in Mumbai, it is fight between 2 groups. Here we cannot say that one group is beating some innocent guys and that group is MNS party workers. Now days, news channels can also arrange such stunts!! And how difficult is that in fillim-city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-8871961032788067581?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/8871961032788067581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=8871961032788067581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/8871961032788067581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/8871961032788067581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-exactly-did-raj-thackeray-say.html' title='What exactly did Raj Thackeray say?'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-244655970078114774</id><published>2008-01-04T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:27:08.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solitude'/><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>Stranger, think long before you enter,&lt;br /&gt;for these corridors amuse not passing travelers.&lt;br /&gt;But if you enter, keep your voice to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Nor should you tinkle and toll your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;These columns rose not, for such as you.&lt;br /&gt;But For those urgent pilgrim feet that wander&lt;br /&gt;on lonely ways, seeking the roots of rootless trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth has many flowery roads; choose one that&lt;br /&gt;pleases your whim, and gods be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But now leave! - leave me to my dark green solitude&lt;br /&gt;which like the deep dream world of the sea&lt;br /&gt;has its moving shapes; corals; ancient coins;&lt;br /&gt;carved urns and ruins of ancient ships and gods;&lt;br /&gt;and mermaids, with flowing golden hair&lt;br /&gt;that charms a patch of silent darkness into singing sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-          Inscription on an ancient temple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-244655970078114774?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/244655970078114774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=244655970078114774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/244655970078114774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/244655970078114774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2008/01/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-3593755420763198707</id><published>2007-12-29T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T05:39:42.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parvati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Futkal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathi'/><title type='text'>गल्ली क्रिकेट @ ७९/ब पर्वती !!</title><content type='html'>महाराष्ट्र बॆंकेचा बोळ ही क्रिकेट खेळण्यासाठी एक नं. जागा आहे. गेली कित्येक वर्ष महान batsmen आणि bowlers ही गल्ली गाजवत आहेत.गल्ली केवळ boundaries आणि wickets मुळे गाजत नाही तर त्याला बाकीचे किस्से देखील catalyst म्हणून लागतात.मय-या ने फूलवाली च्या नको त्या भागावर मारलेला फटका, त्यानंतर आम्ही खाल्लेल्या शिव्या (काही तर आम्ही प्रथमच ऎकल्या तेव्हा), निल्या ने प्रधान ची फोडलेली काच, (similarly - रोहन - जोशी; मयुर, निलेश - आनंद; निलेश - बापटांचा चष्मा; निलेश (bowling करताना) - रस्त्यावरुन जाणारा माणूस;), रोहन ची दारूड्या(tom moody), KCB Printers वाला यांच्याशी भांडणं अशा एक आणि अनेक किस्स्यांने ही गल्ली लक्शात आहे.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batting करताना squareleg ला गोखले वाडा आहे. (गोखल्यांबद्दल थोडं : काका आणि त्यांचा Labrador कुत्रा, बडी हे दोघ बाप-लेक शोभतात. कोण बाप आणि कोण मुलगा हे सांगण कठीण आहे !! दोघ बहुतेक एकाच वाडग्यात pedigree खातात उकडून :)). त्यांची सासू उर्फ सूर्या t.v. - इति पंक्या - कारण ती कुठली तरी South Indian भाषा बोलायची, बहूतेक कन्नड - ही एक छळीक म्हातारी - आमचा छळ करुन करुन वारली ... ज्या अर्थी आम्ही सुखात खेळतो, त्या अर्थी आत्मा थंड झालेला दिसतोय !!) mid-on ला "दत्ताश्रम" आहे. त्यासमोर एक शेवग्याचं झाड आहे. off side पूर्ण Parvati Towers ने cover केली आहे. short mid off position ला एक सधारण आमच्याच वयाचं झाड आहे. mid on ला कारंजा चा व्रुक्श आणि मग एक रस्ता आणि त्यपलिकडे boundry !! The wicket is basically designed for plastic ball , but we can manage with cork, leather or tenice balls (very safely) as well !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;गेल्या रविवारी सगळे पडिक असल्याने खेळण्याचा योग आला. next post त्याबद्दल ... बरहा मधे लिहायचा कंटाळा आला !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-3593755420763198707?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/3593755420763198707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=3593755420763198707&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/3593755420763198707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/3593755420763198707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title='गल्ली क्रिकेट @ ७९/ब पर्वती !!'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-1465684667595889248</id><published>2007-12-25T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T12:37:10.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesss … Modiji again!!!</title><content type='html'>If you believe in democracy, you have to believe in Modi’s success. The word democracy means “The doctrine that the numerical majority of an organized group can make decisions binding on the whole group”. And eventually this is what people of Gujarat want. Hell with the criticizers, hell with the negativities of the opposition, Modi enjoys an unprecedented success in Gujarat. This is not the success of the saffron color only. This is success of the determined leadership of Shri. Narendra Modi. If we go by statistics, Gujarat is the fastest economically growing state in the country. Modiji is most efficient chief minister in the country. Corruption is at its least in Gujarat. Infrastructure development is fastest in Gujarat. And the state economy doesn’t depend on IT industry and hence the growth is steady and persistent. Alcohol is banned in Gujarat. Condition of farmers in pre Modi Gujarat was same as those in Maharashtra and it is not so now. Electricity and water conditions are better. And if the developments are not reached to certain areas, they will, in following 5 years. Successful completion of “Sardar Sarovar” will add another feather in caps of Modi, helping with electricity problems in Maharashtra and Gujarat and water problems in Rajasthan, Vidarbha. Is this the reason it is deferred? – may be!! Such countless steps taken by Modi government are taking Gujarat towards development. And all of these are edged with beautiful saffron color! I don’t say this. This is said by Gujarat people. Criticizers, opposition don’t have these issues to talk about. So why not call Modiji a murderer? So why not call him a Nazi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why we comment about Zoyrabuddin case without even pondering on the issue? Why do we claim that whatever we know about the case is truth? Why do we believe in media, so called secularists for their statistics of Gujarat riots? And why do we give so much importance to negative issues? Talk also about achievements of the government. Why can’t Barkha Datt host a talk show and talk only about development- Gujarat versus other states. Leave the riot issue aside for a while. Let people of Gujarat talk for themselves, about themselves. And let other states learn from them. What’s the point in spreading hate and negativities amongst ignorant people? And if we can shun cross border terrorism, thousands of bomb-blasts, parliament attacks and try to establish friendships with Pakistan, if we can forget thousands of years of brutal Muslim rule in India and unite for a better India, then why can’t we forget some unfortunate incidence and its unavoidable consequences in Gujarat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live and long &amp;amp; better rule Modiji. Blessings for the government and may we learn a lesson from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jai Hind!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-1465684667595889248?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/1465684667595889248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=1465684667595889248&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1465684667595889248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/1465684667595889248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesss-modiji-again.html' title='Yesss … Modiji again!!!'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-5339526233649240081</id><published>2007-12-25T11:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:24:12.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/R3FXXrbCc1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/cdWCW8ia2WI/s1600-h/DSC00017-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147991913365926738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/R3FXXrbCc1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/cdWCW8ia2WI/s320/DSC00017-1.jpg" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since exams were over, I was feeling less sleepy. Somehow, I woke up by four and a half. When I looked outside, unnecessarily, it looked beautiful. Still dark it was, with minimum temperature of the day and dense fog giving a feel of heaven. I rarely feel to go out to take a walk as I wake up as I felt that day. By the time I came out, light of the dawn had touched every single thing around and made it slightly visible. Is it magic of that intensity of light which makes trees and bushed which we see every day, even pleasant? It felt as if the buds were welcoming me by unfolding themselves at very point of time. Buildings looked as if just now they have taken a wash and are ready for their routine work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A main road passes through the institute. It divides the institute into two parts, one with admin, Lecture Theaters, computer labs and other buildings (including beloved “girls’ hostel”) and the other one with boys’ hostel, KV, and huge unused land. As I was walked along the road for 5 minutes, my felicity ended with the view of roadside. Between boys’ hostel and unused land, there is a patch of un-acquired land. Actually it is “dalit basti” (“mahar wada” as it is called in Maharashtra … future “Buddha nagar”??) as told by some local people, which explains why it has not been acquired yet (and it cannot be in near future). A bunch of children from that basti were respont ding to the call of nature. Suddenly, it smelt shit but condition of those children looked even more pathetic. Most of them suffer from malnutrition, growing up in unhygienic places, no education, no facilities for economic growth and intellectual growth is far beyond their scope. Their parents could merely meet their daily needs and these kids are cheap labor for tea stalls, hotels around the campus. Wedges are max Rs. 10 per day, if the owner wishes to pay or one time meal. If they don’t work, they don’t eat for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what part the Government can play in uplifting these classes. Let government make policies, take actions, when they wish to take, I am not all negative about the situation. Even though dim, there is a ray of hope in the lives of these children. “&lt;em&gt;Prayaas&lt;/em&gt;”, a group of students in our institute work for these children. On short scale, they work very methodically and the process is really efficient. The model is- A Couple of students take classes for these children on weekends or on some specific days. Basti people are convinced to send their children for these classes as kids don’t have to give up their work. (Around) 5 bright students from these are selected and they are admitted to some better school in the city. The expenses are paid by &lt;em&gt;Prayaas&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Prayaas&lt;/em&gt; gets her funds from institute faculty members, some businessmen in the city and of course, some of the students. Year by year, funds requirement is increasing, but brighter side is more of the Basti is getting educated. The first batch is in 3rd standard. I am sure that one day whole basti will be educated and will live a better life (don’t know how!!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts flooded my mind within a flash and end result was, I was happy. Yes, it smelt shit, but again, the morning was beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-5339526233649240081?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/5339526233649240081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=5339526233649240081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/5339526233649240081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/5339526233649240081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2007/12/beautiful-morning.html' title='A beautiful morning'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/R3FXXrbCc1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/cdWCW8ia2WI/s72-c/DSC00017-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-2940904437530618119</id><published>2007-12-16T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:24:13.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>test.</title><content type='html'>Testing "blog&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/R2XDo7bCc0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mFOX3fRT--I/s1600-h/30102007545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/R2XDo7bCc0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mFOX3fRT--I/s160/30102007545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this" option of Google Picasa. Hope it works !!!&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Writer didn't work due some reasons. It will take another blog to&lt;br /&gt;describe how MS is cheating on me. (Oh yes ... I paid for my copy of windows vista home basic !!)&lt;br /&gt;An interesting fact about Picasa:&lt;br /&gt;Picasa "web album" option fails when you are under web proxy which requires authentication. Workaround: Go for "Blog this" first. It will ask proxy credentials. Once you connect to blogger, you are ready to use "web album" option to upload photos on picasa web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-2940904437530618119?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2940904437530618119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=2940904437530618119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2940904437530618119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2940904437530618119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2007/12/test.html' title='test.'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__-myyDSpUe4/R2XDo7bCc0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mFOX3fRT--I/s72-c/30102007545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-98377937147512896</id><published>2007-12-12T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:31:16.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinity-1</title><content type='html'>Eons ago, man used to think that his tiny little town is everything. In fact he didn’t even have capacity to think that there can be something beyond his world. As he started thinking about scope of existence of the world, mountains, hills, rivers, sea were limits for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some limits were set by his superstitions, and some by his capability. Some curious ones attempted to think beyond those mountains and oceans and discovered that, whatever it is, it’s huge. They named it – earth, terra, lok, prithvi. But then they also thought that the earth is so big, that this is it. Nothing is bigger than the earth. Of course they had their own limitations too.&lt;br /&gt;But then, some of them looked up and noticed that something is moving. And these frogs in a well thought that everything is rotating around them. As great thinkers joined this earth, man started revealing more and more facts. They discovered that the Sun is bigger, and the earth is just like others, who circulate around the Sun. But again something known as limitation tracked them. Again they thought … this is it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then man advanced, and noticed that the sun is only one and there are millions like him, having their own “solar system”. Meanwhile a physicist-mathematician-philosopher-theologist-alchemist noticed that there are laws for how things move (“relative to each other”??). He also noticed that the earth attracts everything towards her and in fact there is attraction between every two “things” in the (“universe”??). There is a law for this phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;Later, it was noticed that the sun along with millions others rotate around something. As they couldn’t see it but somehow proved its existence (observed that some stars, planets being gulped by it!!), they named it- Black Hole. And set of spheres rotating around it, including itself was known as galaxy. This was our universe. As they discovered many other galaxies like this one, they named their own as Milky-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thinking about motion and gravitation, it is observed (and explained by the laws) that the velocity with which the planets rotate around the sun, varies (exponential curve) inversely to their distance from the sun. It is highest for Mercury and lowest for Pluto. While same principle should be applicable to the solar systems in the galaxy rotating around the Black Hole, the fact is that it doesn’t. Objects at the outer edge of the galaxy rotate with equal speed as that of the inner. There is something which is pushing them or Newton’s laws contradict!! No career oriented researcher in this field would attempt to do that. On safer side, they assumed that there is some energy (the Dark Energy!!) is doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists calculated mass the galaxy (god knows how ... may be quantum theory). They were astonished with the results saying it is not enough according to Newton’s laws. If Newton’s laws are considered eternal, our dear Albert is wrong!! In order to merge these two theories, it is assumed that a binder is blended in the batter to hold the recipe together, tightly bound. It is known as Dark Mass. This dark mass is continuous, that is, it passes through the earth, water, sun and everything, made up of some other material, other than known subatomic particles. A new model of this universe has emerged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now definition of the universe is changed, in fact expanded. This new universe is centered somewhere, and all the objects surrounding this are going away from that center, and is finite. New limitations are set. We don’t know what is beyond this i.e. we don’t know if there is something which is not going away from that center, or there is something which follow these laws differently, or some new laws are being followed. Once we know that, current limitations will be erased and new ones will be set. And there is no end to this (unless we are finished). This is infinity-1. (Limited to the 11 dimensions in which we live!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-98377937147512896?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/98377937147512896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=98377937147512896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/98377937147512896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/98377937147512896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2007/12/infinity-1.html' title='Infinity-1'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-2851865498311362263</id><published>2007-10-08T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T09:55:08.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T20'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup final'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pakistan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='won'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dhoni'/><title type='text'>T20 Final.</title><content type='html'>M.S. Dhoni is the man of temperament. India put a target of 158 in front of Pakistan in T20 world cup final. When the world was thinking that 157 is not a defendable score in T20, Indian skipper had thoughts of cutting the waves and going against the flow. India won the match, and Dhoni described his mind in one sentence in presentation ceremony. When Ravi Shastri asked him,&lt;br /&gt;“Pakistan did extremely well to restrict you to 160 and they played good cricket as well ….”&lt;br /&gt;“Pakistanis bowled really well. But we knew one thing, &lt;strong&gt;we score 150 or 160, still they have to score it &lt;/strong&gt;….” he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calmness flows on his face in critical situations as well, but no player is forgiven for his misfields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This attitude only led India a great victory in T20 world cup. Statistically, Pakistan was the best team.&lt;br /&gt;(Finally) India has found her man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-2851865498311362263?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2851865498311362263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=2851865498311362263&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2851865498311362263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2851865498311362263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2007/10/t20-final.html' title='T20 Final.'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-2586826887545924255</id><published>2007-07-24T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T03:00:31.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cricket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'>Almost defeated</title><content type='html'>I rarely comment on sports. But the kind of mentality Indian cricket team has shown after the first test at Lord’s was abandoned as draw, made me write this. Although I didn’t watch the match, I read news papers saying, for every wicket, players including Sachin, Dravid were observing the sky, craving for umpire to declare bad-light. As the man in white coat called off the match, it was happiness &amp; joy everywhere!!! I would rather prefer India facing a sportsman’s defeat, to enjoying such draws. God knows when India will attempt for a victory in 4th innings. Anyway, Dhoni’s efforts cannot be shunned. Let’s hope that all the players give up their incompetent attitude and catch up Dhoni’s temperament for next test matches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best, Team India!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-2586826887545924255?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/2586826887545924255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=2586826887545924255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2586826887545924255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/2586826887545924255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2007/07/slouch-attitude.html' title='Almost defeated'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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-27788881.post-18649574048125876</id><published>2007-07-24T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:01:34.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally started blogging.</title><content type='html'>I hope that I will post regularly now. I will be commenting on current affairs (political/sports/social). I may also share some information which I feel worth sharing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-18649574048125876?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/18649574048125876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=18649574048125876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/18649574048125876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/18649574048125876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-started-blogging.html' title='Finally started blogging.'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27788881.post-114714710351768445</id><published>2006-05-08T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:58:23.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my first post</title><content type='html'>This is my first post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27788881-114714710351768445?l=koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/feeds/114714710351768445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27788881&amp;postID=114714710351768445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/114714710351768445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27788881/posts/default/114714710351768445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://koustubhkulkarni.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-my-first-post.html' title='This is my first post'/><author><name>koustubh kulkarni</name><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></feed>
