<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:25:21.125-08:00</updated><category term='dark'/><category term='Rap'/><category term='Reboot'/><category term='IIT'/><category term='sad'/><category term='despondant'/><category term='meaning of life'/><category term='Drunk'/><category term='Poet'/><category term='black'/><category term='Music'/><category term='darkness'/><category term='Senior'/><category term='world'/><category term='peom'/><category term='Geek'/><category term='confused'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='helpless'/><category term='Eninem'/><category term='life'/><category term='Computer'/><title type='text'>My blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Just me and my sacred feelings :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-9085514434582194809</id><published>2008-07-19T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T06:16:42.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mix it up!</title><content type='html'>I drank of the cup of life,&lt;br /&gt;and found bitterness in every sip,&lt;br /&gt;the sweet taste of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;seemingly never touching my lip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swirled the cup and saw,&lt;br /&gt;many hues and flavors within,&lt;br /&gt;never seen and tasted before,&lt;br /&gt;as I hadn't seen beyond the brim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret to my happiness lay,&lt;br /&gt;not in seeking another cup,&lt;br /&gt;but taking the one I had,&lt;br /&gt;and just mixing it up! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-421373975204146646</id><published>2008-07-19T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T06:13:46.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book of Life</title><content type='html'>Dog-eared covers,&lt;br /&gt;enclose fading text,&lt;br /&gt;missing pages I seek,&lt;br /&gt;unknown chapters ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;in the blank pages ahead,&lt;br /&gt;line after line filled,&lt;br /&gt;with hopes in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may well change&lt;br /&gt;like chalk on slate,&lt;br /&gt;but atleast I'll know,&lt;br /&gt;the author was me, not fate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-421373975204146646?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/421373975204146646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=421373975204146646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/421373975204146646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/421373975204146646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2008/07/book-of-life.html' title='The Book of Life'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-1775533876358879740</id><published>2008-05-02T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T09:29:02.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enthusiasts about climate please join this group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: Courier; font-size: x-small;" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" style="background-color: #fff; 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-1775533876358879740?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/1775533876358879740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=1775533876358879740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/1775533876358879740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/1775533876358879740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2008/05/enthusiasts-about-climate-please-join.html' title=''/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-7788366619638951571</id><published>2008-04-16T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T05:56:13.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DeltaClimate</title><content type='html'>Check out this site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deltaclimate.com"&gt;www.deltaclimate.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-7788366619638951571?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/7788366619638951571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=7788366619638951571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/7788366619638951571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/7788366619638951571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2008/04/deltaclimate.html' title='DeltaClimate'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-4860797545302247437</id><published>2008-03-28T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T01:10:04.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 680px; height: 24px;" class="contentpaneopen"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-weight: bold;" class="contentheading" width="100%"&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;        &lt;td class="buttonheading" align="right" width="100%"&gt;     &lt;a href="http://www.geekoftheday.com/index2.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=emailform&amp;amp;id=428&amp;amp;itemid=74" target="_blank" onclick="window.open('http://www.geekoftheday.com/index2.php?option=com_content&amp;task=emailform&amp;id=428&amp;itemid=74','win2','status=no,toolbar=no,scrollbars=yes,titlebar=no,menubar=no,resizable=yes,width=400,height=250,directories=no,location=no'); return false;" title="E-mail"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;    &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Computer Programmer And The Frog&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;A computer programmer was crossing a road one day when a frog called out to him and said, "If you kiss me, I'll turn into a beautiful princess." He bent over, picked up the frog and put it in his pocket. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will tell everyone how smart and brave you are and how you are my hero." The man took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to his pocket. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The frog spoke up again and said, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a beautiful princess, I will be your loving companion for an entire week." The man took the frog out of his pocket, smiled at it and returned it to his pocket. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The frog then cried out, "If you kiss me and turn me back into a princess, I'll stay with you for a year and do &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; you want." Again the man took the frog out, smiled at it, and put it back into his  pocket." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finally, the frog asked, "What is the matter? I've told you I'm a beautiful princess, that I'll stay with you for a year and do anything you want. Why won't you kiss me?" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The man said, "Look, I'm a computer programmer. I don't have time for a girlfriend, but a talking frog is cool."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-4860797545302247437?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/4860797545302247437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=4860797545302247437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/4860797545302247437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/4860797545302247437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2008/03/computer-programmer-and-frog-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-454116621854318089</id><published>2008-03-12T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T22:54:24.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Business</title><content type='html'>A new upcoming genre of business is "Green Business". I am also new to this concept of enterprises, solely based on maintaining environment, or the new concept of "Energy management", or further the increasing trend on making pioneer educational institutions "green and carbon neutral". Be it the Harvard Green Campus Initiative with whopping funds or the MIT's upcoming plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering the trend in mind, and foreseeing energy scene in India in the next few years, we also should look forward towards a "Green IIT's" or "Green IIM's" campaign, present a model to the whole of the country on how to manage energy in the upcoming climate crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perception of same still remains noob but the future of business, seems to have a green element to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.greencampus.harvard.edu/"&gt;Harvard Green Campus Initiative&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://sustainability.mit.edu/Main_Page"&gt;The MIT counterpart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.greenbusiness.net/"&gt;Community for Eco Entrepreneurs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-454116621854318089?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/454116621854318089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=454116621854318089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/454116621854318089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/454116621854318089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2008/03/green-business.html' title='Green Business'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-3764944324154526902</id><published>2008-03-11T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:19:39.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Survival?</title><content type='html'>This is the first of the "why" series, i may be blogging about. Such notions come in every mind (atleast i believe). Why do we live? Why survive? Just for the heck of it? Such thoughts seem misleading and disturbing at first but my friend you have to agree there is no purpose of life. Some answer to it by happiness, some try and solve the mystery by religion. In my initial quest for knowing the purpose of my life, i made a simple google query and to my amusement i found the link Discover you life purpose in 20 min and the funny four step guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here’s what to do:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take out a blank sheet of paper or open up a word processor where you can type (I prefer the latter because it’s faster).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write at the top, “What is my true purpose in life?”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write an answer (any answer) that pops into your head. It doesn’t have to be a complete sentence. A short phrase is fine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repeat step 3 until you write the answer that makes you cry. This is your purpose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold no grudges to the author of the above article (link in references below) but on a higher plane of thinking i find myself empty and unanswered. My brain unfed over this simple yet powerful question which i believe can disturb the most sensible minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what you want from you life differs a lot from knowing what is the purpose of your living. And i guess even a very little percentage of people know what they want from life or how to guide there life. Am i sounding like Robin Sharma guiding about life :P.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping things light and simple what i feel is that such a confusion will prevail for some time until something divine guides me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then lets live life simple and more importantly without thinking :P. Let life come to you in the raw form. And after all it all lies in the brain, brain is what makes you think and behave in a way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce to you this awesome concept which will profess laziness everywhere. Why do we work, or why is work good. The notion of "constructive" deed is  a human  product. You work cause someone told you work is good. This notion is not and cannot be original to the human species. Work was a virus which infected human species when it was evolving and now it is almost internal to us.&lt;br /&gt;Let us imagine a world where everyone has trained his/her brain for happiness. In such a world, everyone will be happy whatsoever the conditions are. You will be living in a virtual reality (btw who know this world may itself be a virtual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live life in fears and expectations. Amid the confusion about what will happen when i die, we work our ass off throughout our life and die. We try and follow various routes which people/ god /websites profess, basically we perform this life experiment as other have imagined/ witnessed/ tried. I would end this arbit, meaningless blog professing laziness, lethargy and brain power.&lt;br /&gt;You think you are happy =&gt; you are happy. More powerful argument would be to redefine happiness (after all its the mind which sets parameter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If after reading this you feel i need counselling, please drop in a mail at gauravp@cse.iitb.ac.in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.purposedrivenlife.com/en-US/AboutUs/AboutTheBook/sampleChaptersQA.htm"&gt;Purpose driven life&lt;/a&gt; a crap link&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.stevepavlina.com/blog/2005/01/how-to-discover-your-life-purpose-in-about-20-minutes/"&gt;Discover the life purpose in 20 min&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.relfe.com/life_purpose.html"&gt;Another idiotic link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.purposeoflife.net/"&gt;Purpose of life inventory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-3764944324154526902?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/3764944324154526902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=3764944324154526902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/3764944324154526902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/3764944324154526902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-survival.html' title='Why Survival?'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-7007877246817448542</id><published>2008-01-08T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T02:13:31.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Mike Gancarz: The UNIX Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In 1994 &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Mike_Gancarz&amp;amp;action=edit" class="new" title="Mike Gancarz"&gt;Mike Gancarz&lt;/a&gt; (a member of the team that designed the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/X_Window_System" title="X Window System"&gt;X Window System&lt;/a&gt;), drew on his own experience with Unix, as well as discussions with fellow programmers and people in other fields who depended on Unix, to produce &lt;i&gt;The UNIX Philosophy&lt;/i&gt; which sums it up into 9 paramount precepts:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Small is beautiful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make each program do one thing well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Build a prototype as soon as possible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Choose portability over efficiency.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Store data in flat &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Text_file" title="Text file"&gt;text files&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Use software leverage to your advantage.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Use &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shell_script" title="Shell script"&gt;shell scripts&lt;/a&gt; to increase leverage and portability.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Avoid captive user interfaces.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make every program a filter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The 10 lesser tenets are ones which are not universally agreed upon as part of the Unix philosophy, and in some cases, are hotly debated (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kernel_%28computer_science%29#Monolithic_kernels" title="Kernel (computer science)"&gt;Monolithic kernel&lt;/a&gt; vs. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kernel_%28computer_science%29#Microkernels" title="Kernel (computer science)"&gt;Microkernels&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Allow the user to tailor the environment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make operating system kernels small and lightweight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Use lowercase and keep it short.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Save trees.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Silence is golden.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think parallel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;The sum of the parts is greater than the whole.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/90/10_law" title="90/10 law"&gt;90-percent solution&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Worse_is_better" title="Worse is better"&gt;Worse is better&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think hierarchically.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="Worse_is_better" id="Worse_is_better"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span class="editsection"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt; Courtsey:  Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-7007877246817448542?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/7007877246817448542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=7007877246817448542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/7007877246817448542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/7007877246817448542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2008/01/mike-gancarz-unix-philosophy-in-1994.html' title=''/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-3694237615507924801</id><published>2008-01-05T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:34.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance with the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R39arLzD-zI/AAAAAAAAAGY/i9fX4SftXyQ/s1600-h/101_7301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R39arLzD-zI/AAAAAAAAAGY/i9fX4SftXyQ/s200/101_7301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151936196682971954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hot Air Ballooning - MI 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ballooning was fun. Sky diving here i come&lt;br /&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/166432327685784042-3694237615507924801?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/3694237615507924801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=3694237615507924801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/3694237615507924801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/3694237615507924801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2008/01/romance-with-sky.html' title='Romance with the Sky'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R39arLzD-zI/AAAAAAAAAGY/i9fX4SftXyQ/s72-c/101_7301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-6333447306443237317</id><published>2007-12-22T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:17:04.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Automatic Poem Generator</title><content type='html'>Yet another example of "artificial" intelligence overcoming average human intelligence. Poetry which is considered as one of the most creative art is now available automatically.&lt;br /&gt;Here is an automatic poetry generator:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.languageisavirus.com/automatic_poetry_generator.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sample poem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; So vaporous below the sky&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mammoth in the water&lt;br /&gt;I converse with luminous bugs on the water&lt;br /&gt;Damn! The heat is vanishing&lt;br /&gt;All electric behind the shadows&lt;br /&gt;We grind florescent meaning below the flowers&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! The fun will be born&lt;br /&gt;So vaporous below the sky&lt;br /&gt;You dream of dank shivas about the shadows&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! The pleasure is born&lt;br /&gt; &lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt;&lt;!-- //Random Text Script var max=20;        //Number of sentences from 1 to 20 var text1="greying";//Sentence 1 var text2="luminous";//Sentence 2 var text3="translucent";//Sentence 3 var text4="opaque";//Sentence 4 var text5="wary";//Sentence 5 var text6="alone";//Sentence 6 var text7="backlit";//Sentence 7 var text8="shadowed";//Sentence 8 var text9="flickering";//Sentence 9 var text10="shifting";//Sentence 10 var text11="scared";//Sentence 11 var text12="unafraid";//Sentence 12 var text13="shining";//Sentence13 var text14="unsure";//Sentence14 var text15="open-eyed";//Sentence15 var text16="clouded";//Sentence 16 var text17="trusting";//Sentence 17 var text18="penniless";//Sentence 18 var text19="darkening";//Sentence 19 var text20="wavering";//Sentence 20 //Don't modify anything below this line var r=Math.floor(Math.random()*max); var c=r+1; document.write(eval("text"+c)); // --&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt; &lt;!-- //Random Text Script var max=20;        //Number of sentences from 1 to 20 var text1="tired"//;Sentence 1 var text2="silent";//Sentence 2 var text3="intangible";//Sentence 3 var text4="awake";//Sentence 4 var text5="curious";//Sentence 5 var text6="nameless";//Sentence 6 var text7="altered";//Sentence 7 var text8="unseeing";//Sentence 8 var text9="thirsty";//Sentence 9 var text10="alive";//Sentence 10 var text11="fighting back";//Sentence11 var text12="seeking";//Sentence12 var text13="hungry";//Sentence13 var text14="unsafe";//Sentence14 var text15="grieving";//Sentence15 var text16="restless";//Sentence 16 var text17="hesitant";//Sentence 17 var text18="hopeful";//Sentence 18 var text19="defiant";//Sentence 19 var text20="wanting";//Sentence 20 //Don't modify anything below this line var r=Math.floor(Math.random()*max); var c=r+1; document.write(eval("text"+c)); // --&gt; &lt;/script&gt;unsure unsafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt; &lt;!-- //Random Text Script var max=20;        //Number of sentences from 1 to 20 var text1="in the night"//;Sentence 1 var text2="over the horizon";//Sentence 2 var text3="never meeting";//Sentence 3 var text4="walking out of the world";//Sentence 4 var text5="on the edge of the world";//Sentence 5 var text6="out of control";//Sentence 6 var text7="not understanding";//Sentence 7 var text8="fading slowly";//Sentence 8 var text9="seeing the light";//Sentence 9 var text10="where the light comes from";//Sentence 10 var text11="saying goodbye";//Sentence11 var text12="turning away";//Sentence12 var text13="in another country";//Sentence13 var text14="across the water";//Sentence14 var text15="crossing the frontier";//Sentence15 var text16="lost in broad daylight";//Sentence 16 var text17="a long way from home";//Sentence 17 var text18="at a crossroads";//Sentence 18 var text19="trying to recall";//Sentence 19 var text20="blurring at the edges";//Sentence 20 //Don't modify anything below this line var r=Math.floor(Math.random()*max); var c=r+1; document.write(eval("text"+c)); // --&gt; &lt;/script&gt;seeing the light&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt; &lt;!-- //Random Text Script var max=20;        //Number of sentences from 1 to 20 var text1="a backward glance"//;Sentence 1 var text2="no way out";//Sentence 2 var text3="any wind that blows";//Sentence 3 var text4="all his wounds in front";//Sentence 4 var text5="the next life waiting";//Sentence 5 var text6="a phone ringing somewhere";//Sentence 6 var text7="a ticking clock";//Sentence 7 var text8="a sense of danger";//Sentence 8 var text9="so many roads to choose from";//Sentence 9 var text10="nothing to lose";//Sentence 10 var text11="an unreliable map";//Sentence 11 var text12="an empty address book";//Sentence 12 var text13="something missing";//Sentence13 var text14="a trace of sadness";//Sentence14 var text15="empty hands";//Sentence15 var text16="memories of water";//Sentence 16 var text17="no words left";//Sentence 17 var text18="an old passport";//Sentence 18 var text19="a broken promise";//Sentence 19 var text20="sun on his face";//Sentence 20 //Don't modify anything below this line var r=Math.floor(Math.random()*max); var c=r+1; document.write(eval("text"+c)); // --&gt; &lt;/script&gt;a ticking clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt; &lt;!-- //Random Text Script var max=20;        //Number of sentences from 1 to 20 var text1="Down what streets";//Sentence 1 var text2="For how long";//Sentence 2 var text3="With what hopes";//Sentence 3 var text4="With what memories";//Sentence 4 var text5="How many times";//Sentence 5 var text6="In how many places";//Sentence 6 var text7="To what end";//Sentence 7 var text8="Under what skies";//Sentence 8 var text9="Out of whose dream";//Sentence 9 var text10="For whose sake";//Sentence 10 var text11="In whose heart";//Sentence11 var text12="From what country";//Sentence12 var text13="On what journey";//Sentence13 var text14="In whose eyes";//Sentence14 var text15="At how many harbours";//Sentence15 var text16="Where in the end";//Sentence 16 var text17="With what regrets";//Sentence 17 var text18="After how many voyages";//Sentence 18 var text19="In whose arms";//Sentence 19 var text20="From which dreams";//Sentence 20 //Don't modify anything below this line var r=Math.floor(Math.random()*max); var c=r+1; document.write(eval("text"+c)); // --&gt; &lt;/script&gt;How many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt; &lt;!-- //Random Text Script var max=20;        //Number of sentences from 1 to 20 var text1="your brother";//Sentence 1 var text2="such a man";//Sentence 2 var text3="the foreigner";//Sentence 3 var text4="the traveller";//Sentence 4 var text5="the witness";//Sentence 5 var text6="the sailor";//Sentence 6 var text7="the lover";//Sentence 7 var text8="my father";//Sentence 8 var text9="the lost man";//Sentence 9 var text10="the victim";//Sentence 10 var text11="a stranger";//Sentence11 var text12="the god";//Sentence12 var text13="our neighbour";//Sentence13 var text14="my likeness";//Sentence14 var text15="the face in your mirror";//Sentence15 var text16="the other";//Sentence 16 var text17="the guest";//Sentence 17 var text18="my friend";//Sentence 18 var text19="the hero";//Sentence 19 var text20="the refugee";//Sentence 20 //Don't modify anything below this line var r=Math.floor(Math.random()*max); var c=r+1; document.write(eval("text"+c)); // --&gt; &lt;/script&gt;the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt; &lt;!-- //Random Text Script var max=20;        //Number of sentences from 1 to 20 var text1="make his way";//Sentence 1 var text2="come singing";//Sentence 2 var text3="lose his way";//Sentence 3 var text4="leave his home";//Sentence 4 var text5="turn aside";//Sentence 5 var text6="wander aimlessly";//Sentence 6 var text7="grow old";//Sentence 7 var text8="ask his way";//Sentence 8 var text9="seek the road back";//Sentence 9 var text10="seek shelter";//Sentence 10 var text11="look for love";//Sentence11 var text12="stop for a while";//Sentence12 var text13="forget to go home";//Sentence13 var text14="unlearn his past";//Sentence14 var text15="go without luggage";//Sentence15 var text16="take another road";//Sentence 16 var text17="look for landmarks";//Sentence 17 var text18="miss his chance";//Sentence 18 var text19="take comfort";//Sentence 19 var text20="chase his dream";//Sentence 20 //Don't modify anything below this line var r=Math.floor(Math.random()*max); var c=r+1; document.write(eval("text"+c)); // --&gt; &lt;/script&gt;miss his chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript"&gt; &lt;!-- function getReload() { history.go(0); } //Random Text Script var max=20;        //Number of sentences from 1 to 20 var text1="when the world was new"//;Sentence 1 var text2="in a different light";//Sentence 2 var text3="where he knew no-one";//Sentence 3 var text4="in the late light";//Sentence 4 var text5="before help could come";//Sentence 5 var text6="not knowing why";//Sentence 6 var text7="while the snow fell";//Sentence 7 var text8="while the world changed";//Sentence 8 var text9="all through his life";//Sentence 9 var text10="unable to stop";//Sentence 10 var text11="taking a chance";//Sentence 11 var text12="talking to himself";//Sentence 12 var text13="never knowing how";//Sentence13 var text14="while the crowd watched";//Sentence14 var text15="remembering old times";//Sentence15 var text16="and find road-signs";//Sentence 16 var text17="and miss his turning";//Sentence 17 var text18="and never catch up";//Sentence 18 var text19="wondering why";//Sentence 19 var text20="trying to remember";//Sentence 20 //Don't modify anything below this line var r=Math.floor(Math.random()*max); var c=r+1; document.write(eval("text"+c)); // --&gt; &lt;/script&gt;remembering old times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure, if this automatic generator just picks random poems or really generates them. But still i feel this world is surely changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-6333447306443237317?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/6333447306443237317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=6333447306443237317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/6333447306443237317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/6333447306443237317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/12/automatic-poem-generator.html' title='Automatic Poem Generator'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-3955248244870984052</id><published>2007-12-20T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:35.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R2q3obzD-sI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eQhfE-5W0b4/s1600-h/vanilla_sky_feature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R2q3obzD-sI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eQhfE-5W0b4/s200/vanilla_sky_feature.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146127429508790978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, i am alone;  not physically but in thoughts, in feelings; in MY "world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys am not out of my mind...this is a "burn" i got from the movie "Vanilla Sky". The plot of the movie is simply brilliant. Vanilla sky belongs to the genre of movies which do not make much sense till the half or the three quarter of movie but in the end simple leave you in awe and wonder of the maturity in the script writing.&lt;br /&gt;In the movie  David Aames (Tom Cruise) takes all in his life for granted...money, fame and lust, ultimately suffering in his own "imaginative world" a dreadful time. He undergoes in this world a dreadful time hating his crashed face until tech support from 'life expectancy' comes to his rescue to make him understand that the world he is thinking of is guided by his brain, by what he imagines.&lt;br /&gt;A must watch movies giving beautiful insights about possibility of our existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-3955248244870984052?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/3955248244870984052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=3955248244870984052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/3955248244870984052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/3955248244870984052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/12/vanilla-sky.html' title='Vanilla Sky'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R2q3obzD-sI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eQhfE-5W0b4/s72-c/vanilla_sky_feature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-6242551926989441350</id><published>2007-12-18T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T00:52:26.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Interesting" and "uninteresting" numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="style1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                          &lt;p&gt;The question arises: Are there any uninteresting numbers? We can prove that there are none by the following simple steps. If there are dull numbers, then we can divide all numbers into two sets - interesting and dull. In the set of dull numbers there will be only one number that is the smallest. Since it is the smallest uninteresting number it becomes, &lt;em&gt;ipso facto &lt;/em&gt;, an interesting number. We must therefore remove it from the dull set and place it in the other. But now there will be another smallest uninteresting number. Repeating this process will make any dull number interesting.&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p align="right"&gt;Gardner (1), p. 131&lt;/p&gt;For more paradoxes visit this wonderful site   http://paradoxes.co.uk/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-6242551926989441350?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/6242551926989441350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=6242551926989441350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/6242551926989441350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/6242551926989441350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/12/interesting-and-uninteresting-numbers.html' title='&quot;Interesting&quot; and &quot;uninteresting&quot; numbers'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-8976780877736454603</id><published>2007-12-18T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:35.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Relation</title><content type='html'>I am concerned on the sprouting "virtual relations" through the social networking websites and chatting. Gone are the days when your best friend was the one,  on whose shoulder you could have kept you head and confided every concern of yours. Today in this knowledge guided world the "best bud" as it is termed,  is an "unknown" person sitting on a terminal chatting to you and expressing joys in your happiness, sorrow in your failure or may be sometimes even proposing love. This virtual system of virtual relations is exceedingly psychological and can be very dangerous. Some find such a system very helping to confide secrets into because the relation can be terminated by just a click. This provides secrecy and feeds your psychology in a positive manner but my friend you are losing hold of the "real world" because of such virtual relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R2eGwLzD-oI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yepq6ll5QLo/s1600-h/orkut.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R2eGwLzD-oI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yepq6ll5QLo/s320/orkut.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145229261652884098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online Social Networking has a bright aspect as well, the joy of meeting an old friend and the satisfaction of the increasing "friend list" in orkut seems to be saying that you are getting increasingly popular. But this by no means is a constructive "real world value creation" process. In totality, this "virtual world" where people may even make close friends is good enough only until you can control yourself; i.e you should not be the person whose first chore of the day is checking the orkut account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-8976780877736454603?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/8976780877736454603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=8976780877736454603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/8976780877736454603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/8976780877736454603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/12/virtual-relation.html' title='Virtual Relation'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R2eGwLzD-oI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yepq6ll5QLo/s72-c/orkut.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-2173939048622773277</id><published>2007-11-26T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:35.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big spectacles</title><content type='html'>This is a work inspired by real life happenings and observations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last night i had this spiritual realization though not from my inner spirit (my-self) but an external dumb idiotic source. Unraveling the deepest of the mysteries and eventually turned shock the spectacular glamorous world of fashion or the so the called style is guided by big specs. Take a look guys at the amazing fake new improved "you" with these big specs :P. Aint it said "beauty lies in the specs of the beholder". :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R0roCMqbLVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zqKVtaxLqnE/s1600-h/aton1314l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R0roCMqbLVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zqKVtaxLqnE/s200/aton1314l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137173449426021714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-2173939048622773277?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/2173939048622773277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=2173939048622773277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/2173939048622773277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/2173939048622773277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-spectacles.html' title='The big spectacles'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/R0roCMqbLVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zqKVtaxLqnE/s72-c/aton1314l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-5744716831323328046</id><published>2007-11-13T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:43:40.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, oh yeah, you life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;The Provisional Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh life, so unruffled and serene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your unbounded beauty amazes me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your colossal nature just confuses me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am a tiny chap to match your gigantic stature,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too austere to match your treacherous persona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your plot makes me pensive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your conspiracy so acute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your network so extensive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Makes me submissive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The perfect contrive one could do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A self destructive ostracism,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duping me so vividly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But now it is open to elements,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have learnt to tame you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To dictate you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To handle you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You will now follow my course,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As my slave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will rule my new world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you will be the one weak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The whim that tickled me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Such simple yet conceal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is not to hold back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But to fight to the extreme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not to anticipate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But to swerve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not to settle, but unravel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The meaning you conceal.&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/166432327685784042-5744716831323328046?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/5744716831323328046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=5744716831323328046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/5744716831323328046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/5744716831323328046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/11/life-oh-yeah-you-life.html' title='Life, oh yeah, you life'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-1663679562992379308</id><published>2007-11-13T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:35.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='helpless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despondant'/><title type='text'>Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/Rzp7ALnrwxI/AAAAAAAAADM/3vMtZo3zGBw/s1600-h/world_map_black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/Rzp7ALnrwxI/AAAAAAAAADM/3vMtZo3zGBw/s200/world_map_black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132549968391553810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The world so bright so dark,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So enlightened yet so hazy,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bound by air yet unseen,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Restrained by bounding yet so audacious,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So knocked up yet praised,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So understood yet unidentified,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;With people so serene yet obscene,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So charming and magnetic,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet off-putting,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;God am confused, help me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But are you there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you there?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh fuck am so confused,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like that guy who saw everything blue,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though not a blue house with blue people,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why am I despondent?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some one help me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some one hold me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Some one caress me,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel so alone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-1663679562992379308?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/1663679562992379308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=1663679562992379308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/1663679562992379308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/1663679562992379308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/11/black.html' title='Black'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/Rzp7ALnrwxI/AAAAAAAAADM/3vMtZo3zGBw/s72-c/world_map_black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-709137266568885856</id><published>2007-09-25T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:54:29.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reboot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>My poetic self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though am not much of a poet but still have started appreciating some poetry. Check this one out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="poemtext" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: trebuchet ms;" border="0" bordercolor="#111111" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Three Finger Crash&lt;/h1&gt;             &lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td align="center"&gt;             &lt;p class="poemauthor"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td align="center"&gt;             &lt;img src="http://www.ellenbailey.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="*" border="0" height="20" width="20" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td align="center"&gt;             &lt;img src="http://www.ellenbailey.com/poems_images/three-finger-crash.jpg" alt="Three Finger Crash" border="0" height="187" width="90" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td align="center"&gt;             &lt;img src="http://www.ellenbailey.com/images/spacer.gif" alt="*" border="0" height="20" width="20" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr&gt;             &lt;td align="left" valign="top"&gt;             &lt;p class="poemtext"&gt;Don't you wish when life is bad&lt;br /&gt;   and things just don't compute,&lt;br /&gt;           That all we really had to do&lt;br /&gt;   was stop and hit reboot?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Things would all turn out ok,&lt;br /&gt;   life could be so sweet&lt;br /&gt;           If we had those special keys&lt;br /&gt;   ctrl-and alt-delete&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Your boss is mad, your bills not paid&lt;br /&gt;   your wife, well she's just mute.&lt;br /&gt;           Just stop and hit those wonderful keys&lt;br /&gt;   that make it all reboot.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           You'd like to have another job,&lt;br /&gt;   you fear living in the street?&lt;br /&gt;           You solve it all and start anew&lt;br /&gt;   with ctrl and alt delete &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-709137266568885856?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/709137266568885856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=709137266568885856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/709137266568885856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/709137266568885856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-poetic-self.html' title='My poetic self'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-8492275531983701644</id><published>2007-09-13T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:33:35.769-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eninem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rap'/><title type='text'>Toying with Rap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/RulpUAEznrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p2MUPr6gmkg/s1600-h/eminem2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/RulpUAEznrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p2MUPr6gmkg/s320/eminem2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109731044566998706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lately i have been trying to toy with rap and find this one cool....here is the Real Slim Lady [:)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May I have your attention please?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; May I have your attention please?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We're gonna have a problem here..&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Y'all act like you never seen a white person before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jaws all on the floor like Pam and Tommy just burst in the door&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And started whoopin' her ass worse than before&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They first were divorce, throwin' her over furniture (Ahh!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's the return of the... "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And Dr. Dre said... nothing you idiots!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Feminist women love Eminem {*vocal turntable:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; chigga chigga chigga*} "Slim Shady, I'm sick of him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Look at him, walkin' around grabbin' his you-know-what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Flippin' the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But no worse, than what's goin' on in your parents' bedrooms&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "My bum is on ya lips, my bum is on ya lips"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And that's the message that we deliver to little kids&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Of course they gonna know what intercourse is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; By the time they hit fourth grade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They got the Discovery Channel don't they?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "We ain't nothin' but mammals.." Well, some of us cannibals&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Who cut other people open like cantaloupes {*SLURP*}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; {*EWWW!*} But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Women wave ya pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stand up, please stand up?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cuz I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stand up, please stand up?&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; You think I give a damn about a Grammy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears? Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Little bitch put me on blast on MTV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; "Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I should download her audio on MP3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD {*AHHH!*}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So I have been sent here to destroy you {*bzzzt*}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And there's a million of us just like me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Who cuss like me; who JUST DON'T GIVE A FUCK like me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And just might be the next best thing but not quite me!&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stand up, please stand up?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cuz I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stand up, please stand up?&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin' you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Things you joke about wit ya friends inside your livin' room&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The only difference is I got the balls to say it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I just get on the mike and spit it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And whether you like to admit it {*ERR*} I just shittin'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Betta than ninety percent of you rappers out can&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It's funny; cause at the rate I'm goin' when I'm thirty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'll be the only person in the nursin' home flirting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Pinchin' nurses asses when I'm jackin' off with Jergens&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And I'm jerkin' but this whole bag of Viagra isn't workin'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He could be workin' at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; {*HACH*} Or in the parkin' lot, circlin'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Screamin', "I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Wit his windows down and his system up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So, will the real Shady please stand up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And put one of those fingers on each hand up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stand up, please stand up?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cuz I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stand up, please stand up?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cuz I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stand up, please stand up?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Cuz I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Please stand up, please stand up?&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Ha ha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Fuck it, let's all stand up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-8492275531983701644?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/8492275531983701644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=8492275531983701644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/8492275531983701644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/8492275531983701644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/09/toying-with-rap.html' title='Toying with Rap'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/RulpUAEznrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p2MUPr6gmkg/s72-c/eminem2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-2872134727988577987</id><published>2007-08-19T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T03:02:23.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does God Play Dice?</title><content type='html'>This lecture is about whether we can predict the future, or whether it is arbitrary and random.&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, the world must have seemed pretty arbitrary. Disasters such as floods or&lt;br /&gt;diseases must have seemed to happen without warning, or apparent reason. Primitive people&lt;br /&gt;attributed such natural phenomena, to a pantheon of gods and goddesses, who behaved in a&lt;br /&gt;capricious and whimsical way. There was no way to predict what they would do, and the only&lt;br /&gt;hope was to win favour by gifts or actions. Many people still partially subscribe to this belief,&lt;br /&gt;and try to make a pact with fortune. They offer to do certain things, if only they can get an Agrade&lt;br /&gt;for a course, or pass their driving test.&lt;br /&gt;Gradually however, people must have noticed certain regularities in the behaviour of nature.&lt;br /&gt;These regularities were most obvious, in the motion of the heavenly bodies across the sky. So&lt;br /&gt;astronomy was the first science to be developed. It was put on a firm mathematical basis by&lt;br /&gt;Newton, more than 300 years ago, and we still use his theory of gravity to predict the motion&lt;br /&gt;of almost all celestial bodies. Following the example of astronomy, it was found that other&lt;br /&gt;natural phenomena also obeyed definite scientific laws. This led to the idea of scientific&lt;br /&gt;determinism, which seems first to have been publicly expressed by the French scientist,&lt;br /&gt;Laplace. I thought I would like to quote you Laplace's actual words, so I asked a friend to track&lt;br /&gt;them down. They are in French of course, not that I expect that would be any problem with this&lt;br /&gt;audience. But the trouble is, Laplace was rather like Prewst, in that he wrote sentences of&lt;br /&gt;inordinate length and complexity. So I have decided to para-phrase the quotation. In effect&lt;br /&gt;what he said was, that if at one time, we knew the positions and speeds of all the particles in&lt;br /&gt;the universe, then we could calculate their behaviour at any other time, in the past or future.&lt;br /&gt;There is a probably apocryphal story, that when Laplace was asked by Napoleon, how God&lt;br /&gt;fitted into this system, he replied, 'Sire, I have not needed that hypothesis.' I don't think that&lt;br /&gt;Laplace was claiming that God didn't exist. It is just that He doesn't intervene, to break the&lt;br /&gt;laws of Science. That must be the position of every scientist. A scientific law, is not a scientific&lt;br /&gt;law, if it only holds when some supernatural being, decides to let things run, and not intervene.&lt;br /&gt;The idea that the state of the universe at one time determines the state at all other times, has&lt;br /&gt;been a central tenet of science, ever since Laplace's time. It implies that we can predict the&lt;br /&gt;future, in principle at least. In practice, however, our ability to predict the future is severely&lt;br /&gt;limited by the complexity of the equations, and the fact that they&lt;br /&gt;often have a property called chaos. As those who have seen&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic Park will know, this means a tiny disturbance in one&lt;br /&gt;place, can cause a major change in another. A butterfly flapping&lt;br /&gt;its wings can cause rain in Central Park, New York. The trouble is,&lt;br /&gt;it is not repeatable. The next time the butterfly flaps its wings, a&lt;br /&gt;host of other things will be different, which will also influence the&lt;br /&gt;weather. That is why weather forecasts are so unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;Despite these practical difficulties, scientific determinism,&lt;br /&gt;remained the official dogma throughout the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;However, in the 20th century, there have been two developments&lt;br /&gt;that show that Laplace's vision, of a complete prediction of the future, can not be realised. The&lt;br /&gt;first of these developments was what is called, quantum mechanics. This was first put forward&lt;br /&gt;in 1900, by the German physicist, Max Planck, as an ad hoc hypothesis, to solve an&lt;br /&gt;outstanding paradox. According to the classical 19th century ideas, dating back to Laplace, a&lt;br /&gt;hot body, like a piece of red hot metal, should give off radiation. It would lose energy in radio&lt;br /&gt;waves, infra red, visible light, ultra violet, x-rays, and gamma&lt;br /&gt;rays, all at the same rate. Not only would this mean that we would&lt;br /&gt;all die of skin cancer, but also everything in the universe would be&lt;br /&gt;at the same temperature, which clearly it isn't. However, Planck&lt;br /&gt;showed one could avoid this disaster, if one gave up the idea that&lt;br /&gt;the amount of radiation could have just any value, and said&lt;br /&gt;instead that radiation came only in packets or quanta of a certain&lt;br /&gt;size. It is a bit like saying that you can't buy sugar loose in the&lt;br /&gt;supermarket, but only in kilogram bags. The energy in the&lt;br /&gt;packets or quanta, is higher for ultra violet and x-rays, than for infra red or visible light. This&lt;br /&gt;means that unless a body is very hot, like the Sun, it will not have enough energy, to give off&lt;br /&gt;even a single quantum of ultra violet or x-rays. That is why we don't get sunburn from a cup of&lt;br /&gt;coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Planck regarded the idea of quanta, as just a mathematical trick, and not as having any&lt;br /&gt;physical reality, whatever that might mean. However, physicists began to find other behaviour,&lt;br /&gt;that could be explained only in terms of quantities having discrete, or quantised values, rather&lt;br /&gt;than continuously variable ones. For example, it was found that elementary particles behaved&lt;br /&gt;rather like little tops, spinning about an axis. But the amount of spin couldn't have just any&lt;br /&gt;value. It had to be some multiple of a basic unit. Because this unit is very small, one does not&lt;br /&gt;notice that a normal top really slows down in a rapid sequence of discrete steps, rather than as&lt;br /&gt;a continuous process. But for tops as small as atoms, the discrete nature of spin is very&lt;br /&gt;important.&lt;br /&gt;It was some time before people realised the implications of this quantum behaviour for&lt;br /&gt;determinism. It was not until 1926, that Werner Heisenberg, another German physicist, pointed&lt;br /&gt;out that you couldn't measure both the position, and the speed, of a particle exactly. To see&lt;br /&gt;where a particle is, one has to shine light on it. But by Planck's work, one can't use an&lt;br /&gt;arbitrarily small amount of light. One has to use at least one quantum. This will disturb the&lt;br /&gt;particle, and change its speed in a way that can't be&lt;br /&gt;predicted. To measure the position of the particle&lt;br /&gt;accurately, you will have to use light of short wave length,&lt;br /&gt;like ultra violet, x-rays, or gamma rays. But again, by&lt;br /&gt;Planck's work, quanta of these forms of light have higher&lt;br /&gt;energies than those of visible light. So they will disturb the&lt;br /&gt;speed of the particle more. It is a no win situation: the&lt;br /&gt;more accurately you try to measure the position of the&lt;br /&gt;particle, the less accurately you can know the speed, and vice versa. This is summed up in the&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty Principle that Heisenberg formulated; the uncertainty in the position of a particle,&lt;br /&gt;times the uncertainty in its speed, is always greater than a quantity called Planck's constant,&lt;br /&gt;divided by the mass of the particle.&lt;br /&gt;Laplace's vision, of scientific determinism, involved knowing the positions and speeds of the&lt;br /&gt;particles in the universe, at one instant of time. So it was seriously undermined by&lt;br /&gt;Heisenberg's Uncertainty principle. How could one predict the future, when one could not&lt;br /&gt;measure accurately both the positions, and the speeds, of particles at the present time? No&lt;br /&gt;matter how powerful a computer you have, if you put lousy data in, you will get lousy&lt;br /&gt;predictions out.&lt;br /&gt;Einstein was very unhappy about this apparent randomness in&lt;br /&gt;nature. His views were summed up in his famous phrase, 'God&lt;br /&gt;does not play dice'. He seemed to have felt that the&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty was only provisional: but that there was an&lt;br /&gt;underlying reality, in which particles would have well defined&lt;br /&gt;positions and speeds, and would evolve according to&lt;br /&gt;deterministic laws, in the spirit of Laplace. This reality might be&lt;br /&gt;known to God, but the quantum nature of light would prevent&lt;br /&gt;us seeing it, except through a glass darkly.&lt;br /&gt;Einstein's view was what would now be called, a hidden&lt;br /&gt;variable theory. Hidden variable theories might seem to be the most obvious way to&lt;br /&gt;incorporate the Uncertainty Principle into physics. They form the basis of the mental picture of&lt;br /&gt;the universe, held by many scientists, and almost all philosophers of science. But these hidden&lt;br /&gt;variable theories are wrong. The British physicist, John Bell, who died recently, devised an&lt;br /&gt;experimental test that would distinguish hidden variable theories. When the experiment was&lt;br /&gt;carried out carefully, the results were inconsistent with hidden variables. Thus it seems that&lt;br /&gt;even God is bound by the Uncertainty Principle, and can not know both the position, and the&lt;br /&gt;speed, of a particle. So God does play dice with the universe. All the evidence points to him&lt;br /&gt;being an inveterate gambler, who throws the dice on every possible occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Other scientists were much more ready than Einstein to modify&lt;br /&gt;the classical 19th century view of determinism. A new theory,&lt;br /&gt;called quantum mechanics, was put forward by Heisenberg, the&lt;br /&gt;Austrian, Erwin Schroedinger, and the British physicist, Paul Dirac.&lt;br /&gt;Dirac was my predecessor but one, as the Lucasian Professor in&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge. Although quantum mechanics has been around for&lt;br /&gt;nearly 70 years, it is still not generally understood or appreciated,&lt;br /&gt;even by those that use it to do calculations. Yet it should concern&lt;br /&gt;us all, because it is a completely different picture of the physical&lt;br /&gt;universe, and of reality itself. In quantum mechanics, particles don't have well defined&lt;br /&gt;positions and speeds. Instead, they are represented by what is called a wave function. This is&lt;br /&gt;a number at each point of space. The size of the wave function gives the&lt;br /&gt;probability that the particle will be found in that position. The rate, at&lt;br /&gt;which the wave function varies from point to point, gives the speed of the&lt;br /&gt;particle. One can have a wave function that is very strongly peaked in a&lt;br /&gt;small region. This will mean that the uncertainty in the position is small.&lt;br /&gt;But the wave function will vary very rapidly near the peak, up on one&lt;br /&gt;side, and down on the other. Thus the uncertainty in the speed will be&lt;br /&gt;large. Similarly, one can have wave functions where the uncertainty in the speed is small, but&lt;br /&gt;the uncertainty in the position is large.&lt;br /&gt;The wave function contains all that one can know of the particle, both its position, and its&lt;br /&gt;speed. If you know the wave function at one time, then its values at other times are&lt;br /&gt;determined by what is called the Schroedinger equation. Thus one still has a kind of&lt;br /&gt;determinism, but it is not the sort that Laplace envisaged. Instead of being able to predict the&lt;br /&gt;positions and speeds of particles, all we can predict is the wave function. This means that we&lt;br /&gt;can predict just half what we could, according to the classical 19th century view.&lt;br /&gt;Although quantum mechanics leads to uncertainty, when we try to predict both the position and&lt;br /&gt;the speed, it still allows us to predict, with certainty, one combination of position and speed.&lt;br /&gt;However, even this degree of certainty, seems to be threatened by more recent&lt;br /&gt;developments. The problem arises because gravity can warp space-time so much, that there&lt;br /&gt;can be regions that we don't observe.&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough, Laplace himself wrote a paper in 1799 on how some stars could have a&lt;br /&gt;gravitational field so strong that light could not escape, but would be dragged back onto the&lt;br /&gt;star. He even calculated that a star of the same density as the Sun, but two hundred and fifty&lt;br /&gt;times the size, would have this property. But although Laplace may not have realised it, the&lt;br /&gt;same idea had been put forward 16 years earlier by a Cambridge man, John Mitchell, in a&lt;br /&gt;paper in the Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society. Both Mitchell and Laplace thought&lt;br /&gt;of light as consisting of particles, rather like cannon balls, that could be slowed down by&lt;br /&gt;gravity, and made to fall back on the star. But a famous experiment, carried out by two&lt;br /&gt;Americans, Michelson and Morley in 1887, showed that light always travelled at a speed of one&lt;br /&gt;hundred and eighty six thousand miles a second, no matter where it came from. How then&lt;br /&gt;could gravity slow down light, and make it fall back.&lt;br /&gt;This was impossible, according to the then accepted ideas of space and time. But in 1915,&lt;br /&gt;Einstein put forward his revolutionary General Theory of Relativity. In this, space and time&lt;br /&gt;were no longer separate and independent entities. Instead, they were just different directions&lt;br /&gt;in a single object called space-time. This space-time was not flat, but was warped and curved&lt;br /&gt;by the matter and energy in it. In order to understand this, considered a sheet of rubber, with&lt;br /&gt;a weight placed on it, to represent a star. The&lt;br /&gt;weight will form a depression in the rubber, and&lt;br /&gt;will cause the sheet near the star to be curved,&lt;br /&gt;rather than flat. If one now rolls marbles on the&lt;br /&gt;rubber sheet, their paths will be curved, rather&lt;br /&gt;than being straight lines. In 1919, a British&lt;br /&gt;expedition to West Africa, looked at light from&lt;br /&gt;distant stars, that passed near the Sun during an&lt;br /&gt;eclipse. They found that the images of the stars were shifted slightly from their normal&lt;br /&gt;positions. This indicated that the paths of the light from the stars had been bent by the curved&lt;br /&gt;space-time near the Sun. General Relativity was confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;Consider now placing heavier and heavier, and&lt;br /&gt;more and more concentrated weights on the&lt;br /&gt;rubber sheet. They will depress the sheet more&lt;br /&gt;and more. Eventually, at a critical weight and&lt;br /&gt;size, they will make a bottomless hole in the&lt;br /&gt;sheet, which particles can fall into, but nothing&lt;br /&gt;can get out of.&lt;br /&gt;What happens in space-time according to&lt;br /&gt;General Relativity is rather similar. A star will&lt;br /&gt;curve and distort the space-time near it, more and more, the more massive and more compact&lt;br /&gt;the star is. If a massive star, which has burnt up its nuclear fuel, cools and shrinks below a&lt;br /&gt;critical size, it will quite literally make a bottomless hole in space-time, that light can't get out&lt;br /&gt;of. Such objects were given the name Black Holes, by the American physicist John Wheeler,&lt;br /&gt;who was one of the first to recognise their importance, and the problems they pose. The name&lt;br /&gt;caught on quickly. To Americans, it suggested something dark and mysterious, while to the&lt;br /&gt;British, there was the added resonance of the Black Hole of Calcutta. But the French, being&lt;br /&gt;French, saw a more risqué meaning. For years, they resisted the name, trou noir, claiming it&lt;br /&gt;was obscene. But that was a bit like trying to stand against le weekend, and other franglais. In&lt;br /&gt;the end, they had to give in. Who can resist a name that is such a winner?&lt;br /&gt;We now have observations that point to black holes in a&lt;br /&gt;number of objects, from binary star systems, to the&lt;br /&gt;centre of galaxies. So it is now generally accepted that&lt;br /&gt;black holes exist. But, apart from their potential for&lt;br /&gt;science fiction, what is their significance for determinism.&lt;br /&gt;The answer lies in a bumper sticker that I used to have&lt;br /&gt;on the door of my office: Black Holes are Out of Sight.&lt;br /&gt;Not only do the particles and unlucky astronauts that fall&lt;br /&gt;into a black hole, never come out again, but also the&lt;br /&gt;information that they carry, is lost forever, at least from&lt;br /&gt;our region of the universe. You can throw television sets,&lt;br /&gt;diamond rings, or even your worst enemies into a black&lt;br /&gt;hole, and all the black hole will remember, is the total mass, and the state of rotation. John&lt;br /&gt;Wheeler called this, 'A Black Hole Has No Hair.' To the French, this just confirmed their&lt;br /&gt;suspicions.&lt;br /&gt;As long as it was thought that black holes would continue to exist forever, this loss of&lt;br /&gt;information didn't seem to matter too much. One could say that the information still existed&lt;br /&gt;inside the black hole. It is just that one can't tell what it is, from the outside. However, the&lt;br /&gt;situation changed, when I discovered that black&lt;br /&gt;holes aren't completely black. Quantum mechanics&lt;br /&gt;causes them to send out particles and radiation at a&lt;br /&gt;steady rate. This result came as a total surprise to&lt;br /&gt;me, and everyone else. But with hindsight, it should&lt;br /&gt;have been obvious. What we think of as empty&lt;br /&gt;space is not really empty, but it is filled with pairs&lt;br /&gt;of particles and anti particles. These appear&lt;br /&gt;together at some point of space and time, move&lt;br /&gt;apart, and then come together and annihilate each&lt;br /&gt;other. These particles and anti particles occur&lt;br /&gt;because a field, such as the fields that carry light&lt;br /&gt;and gravity, can't be exactly zero. That would mean that the value of the field, would have&lt;br /&gt;both an exact position (at zero), and an exact speed or rate of change (also zero). This would&lt;br /&gt;be against the Uncertainty Principle, just as a particle can't have both an exact position, and an&lt;br /&gt;exact speed. So all fields must have what are called, vacuum fluctuations. Because of the&lt;br /&gt;quantum behaviour of nature, one can interpret these vacuum fluctuations, in terms of&lt;br /&gt;particles and anti particles, as I have described.&lt;br /&gt;These pairs of particles occur for all varieties of elementary particles. They are called virtual&lt;br /&gt;particles, because they occur even in the vacuum, and they can't be directly measured by&lt;br /&gt;particle detectors. However, the indirect effects of virtual particles, or vacuum fluctuations,&lt;br /&gt;have been observed in a number of experiments, and their existence confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;If there is a black hole around, one member of a&lt;br /&gt;particle anti particle pair may fall into the hole,&lt;br /&gt;leaving the other member without a partner, with&lt;br /&gt;which to annihilate. The forsaken particle may fall&lt;br /&gt;into the hole as well, but it may also escape to a&lt;br /&gt;large distance from the hole, where it will become a&lt;br /&gt;real particle, that can be measured by a particle&lt;br /&gt;detector. To someone a long way from the black&lt;br /&gt;hole, it will appear to have been emitted by the&lt;br /&gt;hole.&lt;br /&gt;This explanation of how black holes ain't so black,&lt;br /&gt;makes it clear that the emission will depend on the size of the black hole, and the rate at which&lt;br /&gt;it is rotating. But because black holes have no hair, in Wheeler's phrase, the radiation will be&lt;br /&gt;otherwise independent of what went into the hole. It doesn't matter whether you throw&lt;br /&gt;television sets, diamond rings, or your worst enemies, into a black hole. What comes back out&lt;br /&gt;will be the same.&lt;br /&gt;So what has all this to do with determinism, which is what this lecture is supposed to be about.&lt;br /&gt;What it shows is that there are many initial states, containing television sets, diamond rings,&lt;br /&gt;and even people, that evolve to the same final state, at least outside the black hole. But in&lt;br /&gt;Laplace's picture of determinism, there was a one to one correspondence between initial&lt;br /&gt;states, and final states. If you knew the state of the universe at some time in the past, you&lt;br /&gt;could predict it in the future. Similarly, if you knew it in the future, you could calculate what it&lt;br /&gt;must have been in the past. The advent of quantum theory in the 1920s reduced the amount&lt;br /&gt;one could predict by half, but it still left a one to one correspondence between the states of the&lt;br /&gt;universe at different times. If one knew the wave function at one time, one could calculate it at&lt;br /&gt;any other time.&lt;br /&gt;With black holes, however, the situation is rather different. One will end up with the same state&lt;br /&gt;outside the hole, whatever one threw in, provided it has the same mass. Thus there is not a&lt;br /&gt;one to one correspondence between the initial state, and the final state outside the black hole.&lt;br /&gt;There will be a one to one correspondence between the initial state, and the final state both&lt;br /&gt;outside, and inside, the black hole. But the important point is that the emission of particles, and&lt;br /&gt;radiation by the black hole, will cause the hole to lose mass, and get smaller. Eventually, it&lt;br /&gt;seems the black hole will get down to zero mass, and will disappear altogether. What then will&lt;br /&gt;happen to all the objects that fell into the hole, and all the people that either jumped in, or&lt;br /&gt;were pushed? They can't come out again, because there isn't enough mass or energy left in&lt;br /&gt;the black hole, to send them out again. They may pass into another universe, but that is not&lt;br /&gt;something that will make any difference, to those of us prudent enough not to jump into a&lt;br /&gt;black hole. Even the information, about what fell into the hole, could not come out again when&lt;br /&gt;the hole finally disappears. Information can not be carried free, as those of you with phone&lt;br /&gt;bills will know. Information requires energy to carry it, and there won't be enough energy left&lt;br /&gt;when the black hole disappears.&lt;br /&gt;What all this means is, that information will be lost from our region of the universe, when black&lt;br /&gt;holes are formed, and then evaporate. This loss of information will mean that we can predict&lt;br /&gt;even less than we thought, on the basis of quantum theory. In quantum theory, one may not&lt;br /&gt;be able to predict with certainty, both the position, and the speed of a particle. But there is still&lt;br /&gt;one combination of position and speed that can be predicted. In the case of a black hole, this&lt;br /&gt;definite prediction involves both members of a&lt;br /&gt;particle pair. But we can measure only the particle&lt;br /&gt;that comes out. There's no way even in principle&lt;br /&gt;that we can measure the particle that falls into the&lt;br /&gt;hole. So, for all we can tell, it could be in any state.&lt;br /&gt;This means we can not make any definite&lt;br /&gt;prediction, about the particle that escapes from the&lt;br /&gt;hole. We can calculate the probability that the&lt;br /&gt;particle has this or that position, or speed. But&lt;br /&gt;there's no combination of the position and speed of&lt;br /&gt;just one particle that we can definitely predict,&lt;br /&gt;because the speed and position will depend on the&lt;br /&gt;other particle, which we don't observe. Thus it seems Einstein was doubly wrong when he said,&lt;br /&gt;God does not play dice. Not only does God definitely play dice, but He sometimes confuses us&lt;br /&gt;by throwing them where they can't be seen.&lt;br /&gt;Many scientists are like Einstein, in that they have a deep emotional attachment to&lt;br /&gt;determinism. Unlike Einstein, they have accepted the reduction in our ability to predict, that&lt;br /&gt;quantum theory brought about. But that was far enough. They didn't like the further reduction,&lt;br /&gt;which black holes seemed to imply. They have therefore claimed that information is not really&lt;br /&gt;lost down black holes. But they have not managed to find any mechanism that would return&lt;br /&gt;the information. It is just a pious hope that the universe is deterministic, in the way that&lt;br /&gt;Laplace thought. I feel these scientists have not learnt the lesson of history. The universe does&lt;br /&gt;not behave according to our pre-conceived ideas. It continues to surprise us.&lt;br /&gt;One might not think it mattered very much, if determinism broke down near black holes. We&lt;br /&gt;are almost certainly at least a few light years, from a black hole of any size. But, the&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty Principle implies that every region of space should be full of tiny virtual black&lt;br /&gt;holes, which appear and disappear again. One would think that particles and information could&lt;br /&gt;fall into these black holes, and be lost. Because these virtual black holes are so small, a&lt;br /&gt;hundred billion billion times smaller than the nucleus of an atom, the rate at which information&lt;br /&gt;would be lost would be very low. That is why the laws of science appear deterministic, to a&lt;br /&gt;very good approximation. But in extreme conditions, like in the early universe, or in high&lt;br /&gt;energy particle collisions, there could be significant loss of information. This would lead to&lt;br /&gt;unpredictability, in the evolution of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;To sum up, what I have been talking about, is whether the universe evolves in an arbitrary&lt;br /&gt;way, or whether it is deterministic. The classical view, put forward by Laplace, was that the&lt;br /&gt;future motion of particles was completely determined, if&lt;br /&gt;one knew their positions and speeds at one time. This&lt;br /&gt;view had to be modified, when Heisenberg put forward&lt;br /&gt;his Uncertainty Principle, which said that one could not&lt;br /&gt;know both the position, and the speed, accurately.&lt;br /&gt;However, it was still possible to predict one combination&lt;br /&gt;of position and speed. But even this limited predictability&lt;br /&gt;disappeared, when the effects of black holes were taken&lt;br /&gt;into account. The loss of particles and information down&lt;br /&gt;black holes meant that the particles that came out were&lt;br /&gt;random. One could calculate probabilities, but one could&lt;br /&gt;not make any definite predictions. Thus, the future of the universe is not completely&lt;br /&gt;determined by the laws of science, and its present state, as Laplace thought. God still has a&lt;br /&gt;few tricks up his sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;That is all I have to say for the moment. Thank you for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-2872134727988577987?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/2872134727988577987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=2872134727988577987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/2872134727988577987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/2872134727988577987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/08/does-god-play-dice.html' title='Does God Play Dice?'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-627963219214770612</id><published>2007-08-18T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T10:18:52.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilbert's paradox of the Grand Hotel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In a hotel with a finite number of rooms, it is clear that once it is full, no more guests can be accommodated. Now, imagine a hotel with an infinite number of rooms. One might assume that the same problem will arise when an infinite number of guests come along and all the rooms are occupied. However, in an infinite hotel, the situations "every room is occupied" and "no more guests can be accommodated" do not turn out to be equivalent. There is a way to solve the problem: if you move the guest occupying room 1 to room 2, the guest occupying room 2 to room 3, etc., you can fit the newcomer into room 1.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is also possible to make room for a countably infinite&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Countable" title="Countable"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; number of new clients: just move the person occupying room 1 to room 2, occupying room 2 to room 4, occupying room 3 to room 6, and so on, and all the odd-numbered rooms will be free for the new guests.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now imagine a countably infinite number of coaches arrive, each with a countably infinite number of passengers. Still, the hotel can accommodate them: first empty the odd numbered rooms as above, then put the first coach's load in rooms 3n for n = 1, 2, 3, ..., the second coach's load in rooms 5n for n = 1, 2, ... and so on; for coach number i we use the rooms pn where p is the i+1-th prime number. You can also solve the problem by looking at the license plate numbers on the coaches and the seat numbers for the passengers (if the seats are not numbered, number them). Regard the hotel as coach #0. Interleave the digits of the coach numbers and the seat numbers to get the room numbers for the guests. The guest in room number 1729 moves to room 1070209. The passenger on seat 8234 of coach 56719 goes to room 5068721394 of the hotel.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Some find this state of affairs profoundly counterintuitive. The properties of infinite "collections of things" are quite different from those of ordinary "collections of things". In an ordinary hotel (with more than one room), the number of odd-numbered rooms is obviously smaller than the total number of rooms. However, in Hilbert's aptly named Grand Hotel, the "number" of odd-numbered rooms is as "large" as the total "number" of rooms. In mathematical terms, this would be expressed as follows: the cardinality of the subset containing the odd-numbered rooms is the same as the cardinality of the set of all rooms. In fact, infinite sets are characterized as sets that have proper subsets of the same cardinality. For countable sets, this cardinality is called  (aleph-null).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;An even stranger story regarding this hotel shows that mathematical induction only works from an induction basis. No cigars may be brought into the hotel. Yet each of the guests (all rooms had guests at the time) got a cigar while in the hotel. How is this? The guest in Room 1 got a cigar from the guest in Room 2. The guest in Room 2 had previously received two cigars from the guest in Room 3. The guest in Room 3 had previously received three cigars from the guest in Room 4, etc. Each guest kept one cigar and passed the remainder to the guest in the next-lower-numbered room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-627963219214770612?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/627963219214770612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=627963219214770612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/627963219214770612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/627963219214770612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/08/hilberts-paradox-of-grand-hotel.html' title='Hilbert&apos;s paradox of the Grand Hotel'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-4767515729686447095</id><published>2007-08-18T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T04:34:54.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Senior'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drunk'/><title type='text'>The Craptastic Seniors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For everybody (who is not in iit) iitians are great, brilliant, focussed minds but only once you get in you realise that a part (almost 40 %) consists of frustrated souls, searching for excellence and recognition within IIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just an example:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday night, me and my roomie got a call from the seniors, and the same moment we realised that the seniors must have drunk(not an issue) and were having some arbit thoughts which they wanted to tell us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thus after 5 minutes we go to the seniors room to find three guys drunk to limits and still drinking and then started the not so wished and asked FUNDE session, comprising of all funde of life as in we got the new OSHO who was a given-up guy sitting in his dorm, out of senses and boasting of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Things were good uptil this time but the shocker came in the morning, when the wing was covered with ash and broken bottles. This is the life of the GOD seniors who set an example for us and this is the wing culture which is expected to be built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-4767515729686447095?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/4767515729686447095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=4767515729686447095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/4767515729686447095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/4767515729686447095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-iitians.html' title='The Craptastic Seniors'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-978509216594850449</id><published>2007-08-10T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:10:26.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie Treat</title><content type='html'>The much awaited sophie treat is still a disappointment, postponed for a week, mostly coz of the indecisive seniors and the whopping conti. :p&lt;br /&gt;It started a week back with all the wing seniors (captan sahab [:p], sunil, kaustubh, and lahoti) started pouring funde over what is a sophie treat.&lt;br /&gt;Then came the part of choosing the venue, ranging from nearby restaurants to resorts. The most appealing being exotica, which had hopes of dinner on a boat. ;). but all in vain...as the treat seems postponed with further more brainstorming sessions to choose a good place (precisely not a room, not a long table dinner and not a congested place, no buffets {all of these eliminated by seniors mostly lahoti....arey yaar buffet mein veggies ka infi kat ta hai :p})&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the holy day arrive soon and let the despo seniors have there daaro and we have some fun as well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-978509216594850449?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/978509216594850449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=978509216594850449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/978509216594850449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/978509216594850449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/08/sophie-treat.html' title='Sophie Treat'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-3169423744064404668</id><published>2007-06-20T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:52:54.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black</title><content type='html'>Black signifies darkness, depression, disdain, fear, sympathy, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets see how can you link these things, although black is my favorite color but still, lets give it a shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black may seem sick to some, something for a sad, depressed lonely soul which out of desperation has resorted to the evil. To some black matches with the evil, or rather anti-white where white shows purity, serenity, and peace. But it may not be so it may be seen as  a place of insecurity, imagine yourself locked up in a black room, the fear that creeps in and the restlessness that arises in you, can be given sympathy. But black can be creepy and frightful, much more than this.&lt;br /&gt;Black has been linked to some unsolved mysteries, should i mention some. Black is where the human capabilities reaches its limit. It is when your feelings change, when your nerves tingle when you start to shiver and its then you realize your mortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Black is beautiful. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-3169423744064404668?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/3169423744064404668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=3169423744064404668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/3169423744064404668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/3169423744064404668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/06/black.html' title='Black'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-1409815666311373670</id><published>2007-06-20T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:13:01.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Budding Interest</title><content type='html'>Watching the no of posts, there intensity and meaning or randomness and entropy, you will guess that i am a novice in blogging, which is true to quite an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been noticing quite a few changes in me since the last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well to be frank into the important skill of decision-making (as computer scientists hype it) i am choosing things which are the easiest, as in blogging v/s chatting , reading novels (good thing)  v/s orkutting, and blah-blah infi other examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing done during these summers can be only mentioned as am physically more fit than before (thanks to my friends and Babloo :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further getting lazy, into a shell of unprecedented success which is of course a mirage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna break through this. Tear apart the transparent cover of a truly changed me, not enjoying moments to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;but still there is a will to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Such blogs are written in the worst/ depressed max of moods. So if  you have any solace for me , better save it for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-1409815666311373670?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/1409815666311373670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=1409815666311373670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/1409815666311373670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/1409815666311373670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/06/budding-interest.html' title='Budding Interest'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-7005630466061434280</id><published>2007-04-14T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T02:07:34.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knocking on heaven's door</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier, Courier New;"&gt; Mama, take this badge off of me&lt;br /&gt;I can't use it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, put my guns in the ground&lt;br /&gt;I can't shoot them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;That long black cloud is comin' down&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door&lt;br /&gt;Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-7005630466061434280?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/7005630466061434280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=7005630466061434280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/7005630466061434280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/7005630466061434280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/04/knocking-on-heavens-door.html' title='Knocking on heaven&apos;s door'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-5804522402485057622</id><published>2007-03-27T05:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T05:38:00.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push it to the limit</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Cause we're in it to win it in it to win it&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that this is where my heart is&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to finish what I started&lt;br /&gt;Can't worry bout what other people might say&lt;br /&gt;It's who I am&lt;br /&gt;Gotta live my dream my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work it harder&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take it farther&lt;br /&gt;No holding back&lt;br /&gt;You know we gotta do it right now&lt;br /&gt;Be even better&lt;br /&gt;Work work together&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never&lt;br /&gt;Show em how we shine we gotta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push it push it to the limit limit&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're in it to win it in it to win it&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push it push it to the limit limit&lt;br /&gt;Give it all we can give it&lt;br /&gt;We're in it to win it&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push it push it to the limit limit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna turn it up&lt;br /&gt;That's the way we do it now&lt;br /&gt;No time to stop&lt;br /&gt;But check the answer in the house&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we can be&lt;br /&gt;When as soon as we understand&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny is right here in our hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work it harder&lt;br /&gt;Gotta take it farther&lt;br /&gt;No holding back&lt;br /&gt;We reachin for the sky now&lt;br /&gt;Be even better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.05em;"&gt;[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work work together&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never&lt;br /&gt;Show em how far we gotta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push it push it to the limit limit&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're in it to win it in it to win it&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push it push it to the limit limit&lt;br /&gt;Give it all we can give it&lt;br /&gt;We're in it to win it&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work it now&lt;br /&gt;Work it out&lt;br /&gt;We got it&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hear the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Everybody now&lt;br /&gt;Gotta work it now&lt;br /&gt;Work it out&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop us&lt;br /&gt;Gotta show them how&lt;br /&gt;We gonna bring the house down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push it push it to the limit limit&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're in it to win it in it to win it&lt;br /&gt;Let's go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push it push it to the limit limit&lt;br /&gt;Give it all we can give it&lt;br /&gt;We're in it to win it&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push it push it to the limit limit&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're in it to win it in it 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google_color_text = "000000"; //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-5804522402485057622?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/5804522402485057622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=5804522402485057622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/5804522402485057622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/5804522402485057622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/03/push-it-to-limit.html' title='Push it to the limit'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-1384625544862724401</id><published>2007-03-13T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T07:38:38.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Life</title><content type='html'>Till now life has been like an apple pie too easy, with a little ups and downs but now things are becoming clearer my perception about the life is improving in short i am maturing, realising the importance of relationships for a healthy living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all human i am also dazed by looking at life from the two sides and still the unanswered question prevails,&lt;br /&gt;why do we live  and why aint there any freedom and purity in heart!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-1384625544862724401?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/1384625544862724401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=1384625544862724401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/1384625544862724401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/1384625544862724401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-life.html' title='Feeling Life'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-1067069879073310991</id><published>2007-03-09T03:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T03:16:40.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIGH HOPES</title><content type='html'>Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young&lt;br /&gt;In a world of magnets and miracles&lt;br /&gt;Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary&lt;br /&gt;The ringing of the division bell had begun&lt;br /&gt;Along the long road and on down to the causeway&lt;br /&gt;Do they still meet there by the cut&lt;br /&gt;There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps&lt;br /&gt;Running before time took our dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground&lt;br /&gt;To a life consumed by slow decay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass was greener&lt;br /&gt;The light was brighter&lt;br /&gt;With friends surrounded&lt;br /&gt;The nights of wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us&lt;br /&gt;To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again&lt;br /&gt;Dragged by the force of some inner tide&lt;br /&gt;but the highest altitude with flag unfurled&lt;br /&gt;We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encumbered forever by desire and ambition&lt;br /&gt;There's a hunger still unsatisfied&lt;br /&gt;Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon&lt;br /&gt;though down this road we've been so many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass was greener&lt;br /&gt;The light was brighter&lt;br /&gt;The taste was sweeter&lt;br /&gt;The nights of wonder&lt;br /&gt;With friends surrounded&lt;br /&gt;The dawn mist glowing&lt;br /&gt;The water flowing&lt;br /&gt;The endless river&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-1067069879073310991?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/1067069879073310991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=1067069879073310991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/1067069879073310991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/1067069879073310991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/03/high-hopes.html' title='HIGH HOPES'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-7918867241547661532</id><published>2007-02-27T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:44:01.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Midsem Trip to Sameer Hill</title><content type='html'>The midsems just got over on saturday and there was a plan to visit Sameer Hill. At morning 5 o clock (see the ht of excitement) Sunny comes over and slams our door waking up my roomie Sanyam who is a bit dazzled over by the dedication of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am disturbed of ma peaceful sleep which had now been only 3 hrs :).&lt;br /&gt;I doze off again while other guys go to freshen up, a bit later Sunny comes to me and says "Are you getting up or should i get a bucket?". So finally i am up (the plan had once been cancelled coz of me)&lt;br /&gt;We collect our group and decide to move on. But who knows the route to Sameer Hill? is the emerging question. We get hold of a map of the campus and then start moving towards the Sameer Hill while enroute there are a series of farts and pj's courtsey Sunny, Pratyush and ofcourse Mayank.&lt;br /&gt;We get closer to our destiny but are confused at a T. Which way to go. To the left was a slum which appeared spooky to me. I guess we reached the boundary of the campus. In the slum were people whom i found a lot mysterious. The were living hardly 50 metres frm the hill but conveyed they had no idea of the hill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got hold of  a security guard who told us the route and an advice "Keep a stick in your hand"!!&lt;br /&gt;For those who dont know it was meant if we faced a Panther. It was still dark but as we headed towards the hill the sun was setting in and the light taking over. I guess the first sunrise i saw in Mumbai :).&lt;br /&gt;We reached the top and had a lot of freaky stuff in RBD style and a lot of pic-sessions throught the whole route.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back when we reached out the hostel gate the bum-session started in which anybody caught hold was kicked hard.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure experience to have with a lot of funny people!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-7918867241547661532?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/7918867241547661532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=7918867241547661532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/7918867241547661532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/7918867241547661532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/02/post-midsem-trip-to-sameer-hill.html' title='Post Midsem Trip to Sameer Hill'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-4428260901908854474</id><published>2007-02-14T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T03:37:50.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JD ke funde</title><content type='html'>(This text may be offending to some.&lt;br /&gt;   IF YOU ARE NOT A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JD -FAN&lt;/span&gt; PLEASE LEAVE THIS PAGE IMMEDIATELY ;)  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost a part of my schedule now that i play basky for around 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;And most of time i am with JD (aka jaideep) a cute sardar, n his funde.&lt;br /&gt;Tips on shooting , passing (i guess he has never passes the ball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Condtion: JD has a ball in his hand and is outside the 3 D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen : JD will move to his right at full speed (but will not lose the ball and will never pass) =&gt; Then try an awkward never seen lay-up. Will hit the ring sometimes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Condtion: JD has a ball in his hand and is inside the 3 D but outside 2D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen : He will not look at the ring or board and will miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Condtion: JD has a ball in his hand outside the 3D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen: JD will not shoot and convert it to condition 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on his day he can score from anywhere (afterall he is a sardar) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But surely JD ROCKSS!!!! (a complete sardar ) ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-4428260901908854474?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/4428260901908854474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=4428260901908854474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/4428260901908854474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/4428260901908854474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/02/jd-ke-funde.html' title='JD ke funde'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166432327685784042.post-7356829980161888653</id><published>2007-02-14T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T03:22:04.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>------------ERROR--------------</title><content type='html'>I was (sorry am) a student of IIT BOMBAY (cse :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is posted in the lightest of my moods and is not intended to  hurt anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 11th class i joined bansals (dont ask y)  cleared jee (dont know how) and then came to bombay and then joined cse (biggest mistake ever done).&lt;br /&gt;Caution : If you dont want any peace or fun in your life then fight for cse dept and become a big geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that in iit it wont be this much pain as was during jee.  Now i guess i see myself in coming 4 years in front of the comp &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to code some programs to the best of my knowledge. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports are a big respite i guess that may entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this was just a 2 minute job. May not be properly framed and not all true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all life is not so much pain. Its a hell lotta fun. (Nite-outs, basky, footer, workout, hn, and ofcourse gaming)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166432327685784042-7356829980161888653?l=gauravparashar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/feeds/7356829980161888653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=166432327685784042&amp;postID=7356829980161888653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/7356829980161888653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/166432327685784042/posts/default/7356829980161888653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gauravparashar.blogspot.com/2007/02/error.html' title='------------ERROR--------------'/><author><name>Gaurav Parashar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10534550373150033990</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='17' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e3szwpNZTkY/S7K1cUBAxZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/lTgtUwuWFy8/S220/24082_376188230677_643505677_3770522_6504991_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
