tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64231690616368278112024-02-02T19:54:51.018+05:30God's EnvyIt is what it reads...Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-43096186318513817012008-07-30T21:12:00.003+05:302008-07-30T21:21:00.527+05:30A nice article on Terrorism<em><span style="font-size:78%;">Hi All,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">In the wake of all terrorism and bomb threats happening all over the country; people blaming the police, the government etc etc, I received this wonderful article via email as to who are actually responsible for the spread of terrorism.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">I do not know who the author is, I just wanted to post it here so that everyone can read the same.</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Read On.</em> </span><br /><br />Why terror isn’t just the police's problem<br />It should be safe to assume that for a good portion of September, we would have to hear the condemnation of terrorists' and terrorism ad nauseam. We can expect scores of camera-friendly politicians and administrators venturing out to say this in a display of well-positioned eloquence. But condemning terrorists and terrorism is the handiwork of a tribe which is unable to accomplish their agenda without using these words. And their only aim in saying this is to enlist the support of others who react to the word "terrorist" with trepidation, and helps create a mob mindset, each of whom is united by the fear of a perceived common enemy.<br />Having done the deed, these politicians and those governing us return home satisfied their day's service to the nation has been achieved.<br />Point is too many politicians and officials waste too much time talking about issues and not doing anything about them. None of them accepts that if you are unwilling to take decisions - because you don't want someone to dislike you - then its best to retire.<br />Politicians are supposed to represent people and take decisions. Some wont like the decision, but it's their job to take them. So each time our cities get hit by terror, commandos swarm our streets, railway stations, airports and malls. We get our false sense of security for a few days and things fall back to normal - till the next terrorist strikes. And the charade is then repeated all over again.<br />We may surely need slogans, rhetoric and condemnation after blasts, as terrorism often has an ideological basis. But the foot-soldiers of such ideological fanatics - who implement the act in our markets and streets and hurt our loved ones - need to be tackled like any other criminal.<br />Our administrators still haven't understood we need two completely different approaches - one to counter the ideology behind terrorism and the other to tackle the terrorist or the criminal who carries out the act on the ground. They still haven't figured out it may be difficult to change ideological and brainwashed individuals quickly, but it's faster and more practical to create as many hurdles as you can in the path of a terrorist.<br />So spouting condemnations is wonderful, but can we all get back to office and begin working to make the life of a criminal planting the explosive a bit more difficult?<br />Criminals look for operational ease in carrying out their act; they work incognito and are equally scared of getting caught. It's the same for terrorists. But the terrain in India is far too easy for them. And hardly provides any sort of a deterrent, both to a petty criminal or a terror module. So let's surely rush to blame the police commissioner, the DGP, the intelligence chief and the home minister each time a blast occurs. But can we also please begin slamming a few more of our gentlemen who rule and govern us?<br />We can begin by blaming the incompetence and corruption of our municipal bodies, our transport departments, our town planners, the dozens of notaries who sit outside court complexes attesting papers, any paper, our finance ministries, the urban development ministry and the public works department after every blast. And yes, can we also please blame our market associations, NGOs which will resist any regulation of hawking zones and traders? And finally, can we blame ourselves as well, because we are all making the terrorists' job a wee bit too easy?<br />It's about time politicians and officials (and us) accept they aren't keeping their eyes and minds open and are expecting the police to spot and prevent everything. They can't.<br />Because the hurdles that a criminal (terrorist) would face in a well managed, well developed, modern and efficient urban city, just aren't there. And these hurdles are created not just by the police, but by an overall sophistication in civic, administrative, and economic management of an urban township.<br />This is why a criminal faces negligible hurdles in stealing cars to transport men and material to various places as a getaway. In virtually any city, it can be done with child-like ease, because we just don't have enough organized parking lots or spaces. A secure, well checked parking lot makes it a little more difficult for a criminal to steal your car. So, haven't our civic administrators failed to anticipate and provide for the magnitude of the demand for parking? And now shouldn't they share the blame for making a criminal, or a terrorist's job, easier?<br />And what about us? We, too, park our cars anywhere; cram them in lanes, by-lanes and markets. Isn't that the reason why it's easy for a terrorist's explosive laden car, cycle or two-wheeler to melt in this chaos just about anywhere, undetected and without suspicion? Just think about it.<br />The chemicals and detonators terrorists' buy to assemble the bomb can be secured as easily, because the authority responsible for regulating its sale isn't making it difficult for a man with nefarious design to secure unlimited quantities. It's possible to buy anything and any amount, if you have the cash. So, why shouldn't we also slam the chemicals and fertilizers ministry, the controller of explosives and the excise department for allowing corruption and sloth to contribute to terror acts?<br />Walk into any road transport office, and its simple to secure a driving license without need for any documentation. Getting vehicles registered, ensuring fake identities, entering fake residence proofs for registrations is never an arduous task, again if one has spare cash. Aren't these fake identities the basis on which a terrorist manages a SIM connection for a cell phone? There isn't much of a hurdle for him here either.<br />So why shouldn't we rush to blame the transport and general district administration offices for abetting terrorism? And why should the notary sitting outside a court complex, who gleefully attests any document as a verified original, not be blamed for the growing threat of terror?<br />Most Indian cities are congested. In many, it's made worse because hawkers and casual businesses are illegally allowed to set-up their wares on pavements. Traders in most markets manage extensions and set-up temporary counters outside their establishments, adding to the chaos. The remaining spaces are taken up by cycles, two-wheelers and other wares. Somewhere in between are overflowing garbage bins, junk strewn all around it and fruit and vegetable waste thrown just about everywhere.<br />So, it won't really take several months of training in a Muzaffarabad terror camp to keep a bag containing a bomb in any such public place. Even you and I can do it. So why shouldn't we blame the municipal councillor, the traders' association, the local politician and the civic bodies for aiding terror by allowing physical encroachment and failing to create well managed hawking zones and spaces for hawkers and casual trade?<br />Why shouldn't civic bodies be held accountable as well for failing to provide well lit, well planned market complexes and roads - for allowing rampant violation of building bye-laws, all of which adds to congestion and thereby reduces the number of hurdles that a terrorist would face in executing his job? Why shouldn't we blame ourselves too, for selfishly taking advantage of such mess?<br />Terrorism is like prostitution. It won't go away, just because we don't like it and condemn it. Politicians, administrators and we will have to join the policeman, in our bid to frustrate a criminal by making his operating terrain difficult. By using modern, efficient ways of urban planning and maintenance. By insisting on following the rule-book and by cracking down hard on violations of any government guideline. Even if the insistence on the rule is disliked by a few of us. Politicians would need to give up for a few years the temptation of ensuring patronage for rule-breakers, no matter now trivial or insignificant they may be.<br />Sure, all of it sounds utopian. It's safe to conclude this may never really happen. That it's virtually impossible to achieve this. Fair point! But then lets at least applaud Ram Gopal Verma for the getting the only thing right in the past two years - the opening line of his latest movie, Contract.<br />It says: "We may ignore terrorism, but terrorism won't ignore us."<br />Consequently, God forbid, but if we get hit by another terror strike, let's do something which is surely possible. Let's go out and slam the police and the home minister. But can we look at completing the grand slam by adding the urban development minister, the civic chief, the councillor, the transport department, the notary, traders,' ourselves.Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-78929661502045329152008-07-18T09:42:00.000+05:302008-07-18T09:44:54.768+05:30*Petrol is really cheap*<p>I filled up my car's fuel tank, and I thought fuel has become really expensive after the recent price hike. But then I compared it with other common liquids and did some quick calculations, and I felt a little better. </p><p>To know why, see the results below – you'll be surprised at how outrageous some other prices are ! ! </p><p>Diesel (regular) in Mumbai : Rs.36.08 per litre </p><p>Petrol (speed) in Mumbai : Rs.52 per litre </p><p>Coca Cola 330 ml can : Rs.20 = Rs.61 per litre </p><p>Dettol antiseptic 100 ml Rs.20 = Rs.200 per litre </p><p>Radiator coolant 500 ml Rs.160 = Rs.320 per litre </p><p>Pantene conditioner 400 ml Rs.165 = Rs.413 per litre </p><p>Medicinal Mouthwash like Listerine 100 ml Rs.45 = Rs. 450 per litre </p><p>Red Bull 150 ml can : Rs.75 = Rs.500 per litre </p><p>Corex cough syrup 100 ml Rs.57 = Rs. 570 per litre </p><p>Evian water 500 ml Rs. 330 = Rs. 660 per litre Rs. 660 for a litre of WATER !! And the buyers don't even know the source (Evian spelled backwards is Naive.) </p><p>Kores whiteout 15 ml Rs. 15 = Rs. 1000 per litre </p><p>Cup of coffee at any decent business hotel 100 ml Rs. 50 = Rs. 500 per litre </p><p>Old Spice after shave lotion 100 ml Rs. 175 = Rs. 1750 per litre </p><p>Pure almond oil 25 ml Rs. 68 = Rs. 2720 per litre </p><p>And this is the REAL KICKER... HP DeskJet colour ink cartridge 21 ml Rs.1900 = Rs. 90476 per litre!!! </p><p>Now you know why computer printers are so cheap ? So they have you hooked for the ink ! So, the next time you're at the pump, don't curse anyone – just be glad your car doesn't run on cough syrup, after shave, coffee, or God forbid, printer ink!*</p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Source - Email Forward</span></em></p>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-23877953233950983302008-07-14T16:07:00.001+05:302008-07-14T16:09:33.833+05:30Accident because of bad driving (lady driver)I was on my way to work after dropping my wife. I came to a small crossroad (there was lot of glass pieces strewn on the road, because of some previous accident). I was trying to be extra careful and came slightly to the right to avoid those glass pieces. I could see that a car (Gold color- old model santro)was coming from the other side perpendicularly, about to join the same road.<br />Just as I cleared the glass pieces and was about to get back on normal speed, this santro jammed right into my right-fender.<br />I was so damn angry, I immediately asked her to stop the car and get down and I was taken by surprise when she declined.<br />She had stopped the car but was not ready to get down from the car. I mean, I was so damn angry and asked her to just get down so that we can talk.<br />She was with her mother (or mother in law or someone elderly). Once she got down, I told her to simply pay for my damages to my car. She was like, why should I pay, its not my mistake etc etc.and started blaming me that I was the one who hit her car.<br />I tried to stay calm and explained to her logically, that if I had hit her it would be her fender which would be damaged and my front right corner(her car's left corner jammed into my right fender). But she refused to listen. By this time, there was a huge crowd of people who wanted to settle the issue (help the lady in distress).<br />I was pretty clear, I told her to pay for my damages. So she was like No, it was no my mistake and let's go to the police station; I was like, I am OK with going to the police station which is when people there started advising her to not go to a police station and just forget the episode and go away; and that such things happen always in Bangalore.<br />Seeing the number of people who started to support her, she started accusing me of rash driving and indecent talking. This really pissed me off. And she even started saying that such things are common in bangalore and you should live with it. This really irritated me, I told her that it might be common for you but not for me. I have been driving for ages and have not made such silly mistakes.<br />Anyways finally after lot of unecessary talk, the elderly lady gave me some money (just Rs 500).I mean, what is Rs 500 going to suffice for a thorough tinkering and painting job.<br />Just dropped my car for service at Green Tracks. The service advisor there told me that it would cost me Rs 2800 for the tinkering and painting :((.<br />Is there any other company who would do a good job for a much lesser price ?<br />Conclusion from today's incident :-<br />- When a man and a lady meet with an accident, the man is always at fault. :(, No matter whatPradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-24493522163696015902008-06-27T12:26:00.003+05:302008-06-27T12:29:51.078+05:30Drivers in BangaloreTruck Drivers: You usually don't get to see them directly because they sit somewhere at an altitude. You can however identify the cabin crew by a frantically waving hand on the non-driver side. This hand belongs to a crew-member called 'cleaner' and all scholastic efforts till date have failed to decipher the symbolic meaning of these waving. It is however Safe to assume that these waving mean 'stay away'. Fortunately the trucks are prohibited from the arterial roads. But you can see them racing each other at 30 kmph and 31 kmph on the ring road. They successfully block the whole width of the road. It is advised that you take them over from left (yes, the wrong side) for, they wont let you pass from the right side anyway. The other advice is to keep away from them.<br /><br />BMTC Drivers: You can see them from a mile away from the distinguishing color and driving. It can be very dangerous and frustrating to follow a BMTC bus. The bus follows Heisenberg's uncertainty principle and at any instance you can not predict the speed AND the position correctly. One observation that might help the reader is that they always keep right between bus stops and move to left (well, almost) at bus stops. This is the apt opportunity for you to take the bus over and go stuck behind the next one. The drivers can be seen although mostly through the bus's rear view mirror. If you happen to see them directly through their window, be prepared to listen to advice for having taken them over in a dangerous fashion. While a normal bus can easily create a road block on any given road, there are special capacity joint-buses (called janti vaahana) which have an uncanny power of blocking up to 3 roads at a time at a junction.<br /><br />Cab Drivers: Characterized by red eyes, irritable nature, unkempt facial hair, constant honking even at stationary object! They always try to go at 80 kmph, assume the urgency of an ambulance and expect everyone else has less important job. Most of them do not sleep for days together and some of them are trying to compete with David Blaine for stretching human limits. The author personally knows few cab drivers who do not have a habitat. They just keep a pair of spare uniform in the cab, eat sleep in the cab and use public bathrooms. Driving style of these indicates that many of them were auto rickshaw driver earlier. However, they still seem to carry the self image of an auto rickshaw and try to squeeze a MUV into the 1 meter gap between any two objects.<br /><br />Car Drivers: Characterized by creased foreheads. Having paid through their noses and fighting to pay the EMI, they are obsessive about their cars and want to make sure nobody bumps/scratches their car body. This sits on the mind perpetually and causes those creases on foreheads. Most pitiable class of drivers having the most to lose from the mistakes of other classes of drivers.<br /><br />Auto Rickshaw Drivers: Having stood over years as undisputed symbol for rash driving, they are unfortunately losing grounds to cab drivers. (Unfortunate because a rashly driven MUV is more dangerous than a rashly driven auto rickshaw). Auto rickshaws are the vehicles with most diverse speed ranges. They travel at speeds approaching zero when they have no passengers aboard and travel at speed of unto 3x108 m/s when a passenger is aboard. Analogous to the belief that "a cat can pass through any hole that is bigger than its skull" auto rickshaws can "pass through any gap that is wider than the headlight". They defy all laws of Physics. A typical auto driver sits with a calm and indifferent attitude of a formula-1 driver just before the race. Based on his age, he is a Rajkumar/Shankarnag/Darshan fan. He feels strongly towards these actors and towards Karnataka and Kannada. In a surprising observation, many auto drivers refuse 1.5 times the meter reading after 10 PM if you are exiting from Ranga Shankara*. This is their humble way of commemorating their favorite star who made films like Auto-Raja.<br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">* Ranga Shankara is a theater built in memory of late Shankar Nag and it is the place where all new dramas are staged first</span></em><br /><br />Two Wheeler Drives: The class in the most advantageous position. They consist of a variety of sub-populations like office goers, salesmen, mothers dropping children to school, college students, neighborhood store owner transporting about 1 ton weight on a moped, whole families of 4-5 children going on an outing etc. They usually mind their own business and do not cause inconvenience to other types of vehicles. They use all possible space on and around the road, including footpaths, medians, drainages, staircases etc and thus enhance infrastructure utilization .<br /><br /><em>Author - unknown</em> - Email Forward.Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-64282462529352863532008-06-18T12:13:00.004+05:302008-06-27T12:33:16.541+05:3020 Golden Rules of Office Ambience1. Rule 1. - The Boss is always right.<br />2. Rule 2. - If the Boss is wrong, see rule 1 .<br />3. Those who work get more work. Others get pay, perks, and promotions.<br />4. Ph.D. Stands for "Pull Him Down". The more intelligent a person, the more hardworking a person, the more committed a person; the more number of persons are engaged in pulling that person down.<br />5. If you are good, you will get all the work. If you are really good, you will get out of it.<br />6. When the Bosses talk about improving productivity, they are never talking about themselves.<br />7. It doesn't matter what you do, it only matters what you say you've done and what you are going to do.<br />8. A pat on the back is only a few centimeters from a kick in the butt.<br />9. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.<br />10. The more crap you put up with, the more crap you are going to get.<br />11. If at first you don't succeed, try again. Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it.<br />12. When you don't know what to do, walk fast and look worried.<br />13. Following the rules will not get the job done.<br />14. If it weren't for the last minute, nothing would get done.<br />15. Everything can be filed under "Miscellaneous" .<br />16. No matter how much you do, you never do enough.<br />17. You can do any amount of work provided it isn't the work you are supposed to be doing.<br />18. In order to get a promotion, you need not necessarily know your job.<br />19. In order to get a promotion, you only need to pretend that you know your job.<br />20. The last person that quit or was fired will be held responsible for everything that goes wrong.<br /><em>Author - Unknown - Email Forward</em>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-11799366973011028432008-04-23T15:01:00.003+05:302008-06-10T14:45:32.930+05:30Updatesi know i haven't been here for quite a long time now..<br />Well updates from last time till now<br />- bought a car :D :D (am happy)<br />- got married :D (am very happy)Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-85152018938957433492008-02-06T18:24:00.000+05:302008-02-06T18:25:47.129+05:30Thought Provoking<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CRCKTVb4Jb-08wDWZxajJou54J-7MgnIlf3YRNk5lBs14m3VzVkpGVJhRYLyFJ0rRbkeoLpqnVHwEoidscoOTLUrJlNjg3e2f2-lFnhHxVRkgV-tljPRgASeyc4VApfvzq8x8sYuf5Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163850033175128130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8CRCKTVb4Jb-08wDWZxajJou54J-7MgnIlf3YRNk5lBs14m3VzVkpGVJhRYLyFJ0rRbkeoLpqnVHwEoidscoOTLUrJlNjg3e2f2-lFnhHxVRkgV-tljPRgASeyc4VApfvzq8x8sYuf5Q/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-46432520342609344732007-07-10T15:06:00.000+05:302007-07-10T17:01:38.535+05:30My Palio 1.6 GTX - End of the story :(:(My palio which came back from the repairs was doing pretty good but by then my dad was forcing me to sell it off, he felt that the going forward I might end up spending some more money on the car in terms of repairs and modifications.<br /><br />I finally put it up for sale at the various web portals. A few guys had a look at the car, taking it to their mechanics and getting their opinions.<br /><br />One such person RKN, wanted to have a look at the car, saw it and wanted to buy it however i was not all that happy with the price that he quoted.<br /><br />I requested sometime from him so that I can decide.<br /><br />Next day he called me and gave me another revised price, even with this I was not all that happy, however my dad really wanted me to sell it off, hence I agreed to his price.<br /><br /><br />On monday, he took the car and he is now the new owner of it. I really hope that he takes care of it as much as I tried to do so.Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-31967855182817523742007-07-10T12:00:00.000+05:302007-07-10T12:15:43.508+05:30Use of High beams in city trafficI really despise people who use high beam inside the city limits when they are either driving or riding.<br />What they dont understand is that the person on the opposite side is blinded by the light and cannot see the road at all.<br />I myself have had quite a few narrow escapes because of the opposite person using the high beam on their vehicles.<br />One such incident happened when we friends chet, KP,danesh,diggu and myself were returning from a great madikeri trip.It was a wonderful trip and all of us enjoyed it.The journey was also not all that tiring.<br />We reached Kengeri at about 8ish in the evening. We were inside Kengeri when this Sumo came right in front of us with a bright High beam light. I was so blinded with this light that I almost hit the divider. This happened almost a year ago.<br />There was another incident that happened almost recently. I was going out with my mom to her friend's place when this Scorpio came in front with a high beam and also Yellow Fog lamps. I was completely blinded. I really did not understand why he need to use a high beam inside a very small well lit road(it was not even a main road) and also why the hell does he need to use Yellow Fog lamps . I was really pissed off with this guy and really wanted to give him a piece of my mind, so I drove literally in front of him and waved my hand indicating him to stop. Below is the conversation that followed :-<br />NV- sir, yaake neevu high beam use madta idhira city limits nalli ?<br />He - eega enu aithooo!!!<br />NV- enu illa Sir, nanige road kanalilla and its very dangerous.<br />He- Eega enu aithu,m enu agila thane, muchkondu hogu!!<br />NV- sir, haage enu alla, city nalli high beam use mada baradu antha, govt rule kuda idhe, munde barorige tondare aguthe...<br />He- idhu nanna gaadi, naanu enu beku adhu madthini, enu nindu...<br />NV- haalagi hogu magane....<br /><br /><br />Between the first incident and this most recent one, there have been numerous incidents when people use their high beam in the city and we have issues concentrating on the road.<br /><br />I request everyone to please advise other people to not use the high beam in the city ; some people would not know about this rule and some other would just not want to follow this rule.<br />We can atleast change the former.Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-20476159526681136122007-07-02T14:15:00.000+05:302007-07-10T12:00:07.717+05:30City University, LondonThis is a Google Satellite image of my university<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTkdVOMNuzyBhGnniuM4R0Q2W0ANre7L-qG7obgUm7alJuOQHuZftg9y3sVh60QOCu2mOpn9u5VXYiDKpaoCt40kVYRsy5lzCYkxNl6rfcJbDx2wgvRwWML1JV49BqPz2iJXS7SP0J6P4/s1600-h/city_uni_london.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082518569192624290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTkdVOMNuzyBhGnniuM4R0Q2W0ANre7L-qG7obgUm7alJuOQHuZftg9y3sVh60QOCu2mOpn9u5VXYiDKpaoCt40kVYRsy5lzCYkxNl6rfcJbDx2wgvRwWML1JV49BqPz2iJXS7SP0J6P4/s320/city_uni_london.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>I studied at City University between Sep 2003 and Nov 2004.<br />I did my MSc in Business Systems Analysis and Design from there. </div><div><em>- Courtesy Google</em></div><div></div>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-2150828904254215912007-06-29T12:51:00.001+05:302007-06-29T12:51:26.607+05:30the perfect heartOne day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.<br />Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine." The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.<br /><br />The people stared - how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."<br /><br />"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance.<br /><br />Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"<br /><br />The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands. The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.<br /><br />How sad it must be to go through life with a whole untouched heart.<br /><br />-- Author UnknownPradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-86215387516561378242007-06-27T20:35:00.000+05:302007-06-27T20:39:04.125+05:30Talk to the Hand :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimtRTLfxkHqZnbilH5OncWGahZS_E2BXP6mglJIIoLdW1wz1049QSeU0SNturPVeAsny4wfYrkKb1Bm_hOXyYmmF4oirNqPtLt1lMR6NOB4Zy5LfoiDLajE_dt8RXT_yn_wqRWKXbk-Mc/s1600-h/DSC00399.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080760601344891890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimtRTLfxkHqZnbilH5OncWGahZS_E2BXP6mglJIIoLdW1wz1049QSeU0SNturPVeAsny4wfYrkKb1Bm_hOXyYmmF4oirNqPtLt1lMR6NOB4Zy5LfoiDLajE_dt8RXT_yn_wqRWKXbk-Mc/s320/DSC00399.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>i took this snap using my Sony Ericsson k750i.</div><div>i was supposed to take a snap of my friend, but she got her hand in between :)</div><div>i should agree, its quite an interesting snap ...</div><div>dont u guys think so ? :)</div>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-54486286824563493382007-06-27T20:33:00.001+05:302007-06-27T20:38:49.173+05:30a moth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8z0W1PN_3FmTADZfbiVB8KQMOGtrInX5cONo0_4y8Ufz21r72B-5xYGfB9zYMj3qiEx7rWFi_rpld-SR-8hX9rwosScfAJPMlNc4m4u6Nd-HTV92pQSunS_TE3ad7s5vk2uQpTgSf9c/s1600-h/DSC00477.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080760206207900642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC8z0W1PN_3FmTADZfbiVB8KQMOGtrInX5cONo0_4y8Ufz21r72B-5xYGfB9zYMj3qiEx7rWFi_rpld-SR-8hX9rwosScfAJPMlNc4m4u6Nd-HTV92pQSunS_TE3ad7s5vk2uQpTgSf9c/s320/DSC00477.JPG" border="0" /></a> again taken using the k750i<br /><div></div>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-32092329259527948042007-06-27T20:26:00.000+05:302007-06-27T20:27:58.057+05:30Copying in Exams...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzrU6nZijznJSkpY8L6OlL4iaXVjWO4nH9oefM_ya4Ygo00i5InZs4OYg_GBOjdwbDdCdYfqdOxbQ2o-lmkKPdEyxPVfkbZZQEfi6jYDoYvscKuBWexPl_ztTr1HgIN6coq9QKoptLVAA/s1600-h/copying_in_exam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080758380846799826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzrU6nZijznJSkpY8L6OlL4iaXVjWO4nH9oefM_ya4Ygo00i5InZs4OYg_GBOjdwbDdCdYfqdOxbQ2o-lmkKPdEyxPVfkbZZQEfi6jYDoYvscKuBWexPl_ztTr1HgIN6coq9QKoptLVAA/s320/copying_in_exam.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I am sure this reminds everyone of those days in school and college.. ;)</div>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-29224829893777832002007-06-21T18:07:00.000+05:302007-06-21T18:09:54.186+05:30new PS2Proud owner of a brand new PS2.<br />will provide the link for the review soon :)<br />now, am very busy playing NFS-MW, God of War, GTA on it... ;)Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-63515324152397899512007-06-21T15:43:00.001+05:302007-06-21T15:54:49.975+05:30conversation between love birds :)This is again a great forward that I received in one of the emails.<br /><em>I have not cited the owner, if you are the owner and is reading this, pls lemme know and I shall cite your name.</em><br /><br />She Gives a Miss call to Him....and he calls her back..<br /><br />She: Hello!<br /><br />He: (Ayoo..ivatten kuiytalo.... ) Hi ...en helu..?<br /><br />She: enu illa sumne call madde...<br /><br />He: ( Call yavag madde.. Miss call thane kotte... ) oh...ok ..en madtidde chinnu??<br /><br />She: ig tane oota aytu honey..nin en madtide?<br /><br />He: nandu ig tane oota aytu.. iga...."kunidu kunidu bare" haadu keltide Fm nalli<br /><br />She: nice song..(And then she hums the line "Mungaru maleye enu ninna hanigala..")<br /><br />He: (Allen eeli kichugdtidya?? ) hey!!!! Nin isht chennag haadtiya? Nang gotte irlillaShe: *giggles*<br /><br />He: Hey. Innond sala hadu pls!<br /><br />She: illi ella malgidare..amel ella bhaya padtare..<br /><br />He: ( Correct...Avru yavdo mohini pishachi ankotare... ) Come on! Please!<br /><br />She: hogo. I don't sing that well<br /><br />He: ( Adu oorge gottu... :-) ) It was really sweet. Please hadu dear<br /><br />She: nangeno odd agide anstide chinnu<br /><br />He: adral enide chennage hadtiyalla<br /><br />She: neene helbeku<br /><br />He: ( Nana? Nan bere daari ildira helde.. ) iga haadtiya ilva?<br /><br />She: yako thale tintiya<br /><br />He: Sigh! Ok<br /><br />She: I don't have that great voice<br /><br />He: ( Donkey kooda nachkolo voicu.. ) hmmmm<br /><br />She: sari ishtond keltidya... onde ond stanza hadtini ayta??<br /><br />He: ( Innen kaadidyo.. ) Great!!!!<br /><br />She: yaav haadu haadli ?<br /><br />He: ( Nin yaav haadu hadidrenu...nan nidde antu haalagoytu... )Hmmmm. "Nimmbe hanninanta" from Premaloka?<br /><br />She: Nice song. But nange lyrics gypka illa<br /><br />He: ( Text book bitre ningen gypka irutte helu... ) santoshakke hadu santoshakke?<br /><br />She: illa ade haadu haadtini<br /><br />He: ( Ella onde yaav haadadru kivi kedutte?... ) Cool(She clears her throat, hums a line and then)<br /><br />She: hey beda chinnu. Am feeling very shy!<br /><br />He: haadu haadu.. nina haadina savige nanu mulgi mulugi telabekuShe: nodu galatey shuru madtidya...<br /><br />He: ( Gottaytu thane ... mattinenu..: ) )No no. neenu shy andyalla adke. Trying to make u cool<br /><br />She: Hmmm<br /><br />He: please haadey<br /><br />She: naale haadla?<br /><br />He: ( Haaaaa tappskonde guru.. Escape... ) sari maa ning yavag haadbek ansutto avagle haadu<br /><br />She: Hmmm<br /><br />He: Good night<br /><br />She: Good night She: Sweet Dreams.. Take care...<br /><br />He: ( Jeeva ulitu... ) Sweets dreams to u too... After a while She calls He (tat never happens, she gives only a missed call),,,,<br /><br />She: Hey..Malagbitya<br /><br />He: ( Illa current kandu hidita iddini... ) Illa ma.<br /><br />She: En maadtidya..<br /><br />He: ( NaDu rathirili enn ice-pice aa aadakagutte... ) Match nodta idde<br /><br />She: sari neen Match nodko<br /><br />He: ( Avagle inen ****** madtidna... )Hey. Its ok. Hale match thane.<br /><br />She: alla. Did u feel bad I didn't sing? (Since it is a tricky question, He thinks for a while)<br /><br />He: (Bad ah, this was the luckiest day in my life, since you didn't sing :- ) Bad anta nanenu helta illa. But I want you to be comfortable first. naale hadtini andyalla. So, me waiting.. (ivattu tappskonde ankondidde .. :-() She sings 1 stanza from the song Thoooo......... ....<br /><br />He: Wow. Too good!<br /><br />She: sullu. Nangottu nan voice eshtu kacchadvagide anta<br /><br />He: ( Ningu Slef realization ide antaytu.. :-)... )Hey you really sing well.<br /><br />She: hogo helbekalla anta hing ella heltiya<br /><br />He: ( Chi Kallli, Correctag kandu hididbitte..... ) Che! Che! Nin voice sari illdidre nanu istott keltane irlilla<br /><br />She: Hmmmm<br /><br />He: nin ishtu chennag haadtiya anta gotte irlila ( Matte gottagodu beda.. :-(:-( )<br /><br />She: Hmmm! Sari good night.. ninu malko..<br /><br />He: ( Nin haad kelde mele .. innenu nidde kathe ashtte.. ) Good night!<br /><br />She: Take care<br /><br />He: You too<br /><br />She: Hey....<br /><br />He: ( Ahaa... ivlu bidolla thande,,, )Ah.. helu .<br /><br />She: chinnu nijvaglu nan voice chennagidya<br /><br />He: ( ....halagogu, nin voice record madi ondsala kelu ) nijvaglu! Ofcourse.<br /><br />She: bari sullu<br /><br />He: ( Ivlajji !!!!!!! inn nidde madok bitilandre......... ) Not at all. You sing very well<br /><br />She: Hmmm. Eno heltiya. Good night.<br /><br />He: Good Night!!<br /><br />- Source Email ForwardPradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-30954699169704060962007-06-21T14:24:00.000+05:302007-06-21T15:42:42.779+05:30Mungaaru Male (First Rain) - A fantastic account of the movie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8ncR8isAx7JcX0Ht6eTJnTNdc6xGdcHzmeAMImGqO9U4S9TgwWl_h2vq3Sckapez5ReKnRexrv26U3wTCsPJlcEmrb_gWK3BPPeIGlDhqjBOt1O0sNeeaAUPgIqG0CkVNUPoyDNakWk/s1600-h/ATT9555729.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078446575614614882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8ncR8isAx7JcX0Ht6eTJnTNdc6xGdcHzmeAMImGqO9U4S9TgwWl_h2vq3Sckapez5ReKnRexrv26U3wTCsPJlcEmrb_gWK3BPPeIGlDhqjBOt1O0sNeeaAUPgIqG0CkVNUPoyDNakWk/s320/ATT9555729.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>This was an email forward that I received from one of my colleague. It's just amazing and I thought everyone should read it. <em>(If you are the person who wrote this, then please get back to me and I shall cite your name in this blog. Thank you for this wonderful account of the movie. :) )</em></p><p></p><p>Mungaaru Male (First Rain) - Swarupananda Bissoyi<br />It takes 110 days in theatre for a kannada movie to be watched by a non-kannadiga guy like me. Its not that all my kannada friends vouched for the movie ( for the first time in four years of my staying in Bangalore), its the soul-stirring songs that took me to watch Mungaaru Male. Well, watching such a nice movie in a saturday evening with a Rs. 30/- balcony ticket in a non-AC-but-DTS theatre was altogether a different kind of experience. Of course a magical one.<br />Not everytime you watch a good movie! This movie, I would say a great movie. A gently crafted piece of work, with sheer brilliant execution by actors, director, cinematographer and above all the music director. Sonu Nigam should think himself lucky enough to sing such an ecstatic song. Mungaru Male was all about defying boundaries. Boundaries that exist within ourselves, boundaries that created kannadigas and non-kannadigas, boundaries that defines how to distinguish between good and bad films. It crossed all boundaries but it didn't dare to touch the boundaries created by the family that separates the protagonists of the movies Preetam and Nandini. A very usual love story - boy sees girl, love at first sight, a hooligan pursuing the heroine and our karate master hero doing everything for the sake of love blah blah blah..<br />Expressionism at its best, the movie tries to depict the true character of our a Indian looking, tough but yet soft at heart young man. You don't need a deadening shahrukh to cry in a sheep-ish voice to limn pain ! Our local hard drinking guy delivers far better. You need not understand kannada to understand this kannada movie. A little rabbit Devdasa who symbolizes the immortal concept of love in the movie tells you the story. Not many times you find symbolism finding its way to filmdom. For the two and half hours, the movie was extra ordinary and rhapsodic. But last two and half minutes of the movie will stir your soul, will make you somber. Suddenly you'll cry for you'll find yourself hard trying substituting in place of Preetam, when he was burying Devdasa wrapped with jasmine petals at one high point on earth where it all started.<br />Love.<br />Land of sorrows,<br />Ocean of tears,<br />Valley of truth,<br />End of life.<br />Did our Preetam knew it before falling (he falls into a gutter at the first sight) ? Why on earth Nandinis do not understand Preetams ? (Or do female understand male beyond male understanding female ?) Everybody loves a love story, but why nobody loves lovers ? Why they couldn't meet at the end ? Is sacrifice - the highest form of love ? If yes, what love tries to<br />achieve? If no, then what love will achieve ? Elton John puts it; and its no sacrifice/Just a simple word/Its two hearts living/In two separate worlds/But its no sacrifice/No sacrifice/Its no sacrifice at all/Mutual misunderstanding/After the fact/Sensitivity builds a prison/In the final act.<br />But why love never reach its end ? Why great lovers on earth have never meet? Famous oriya poet Ramakant Rath answers this phenomenon in his book Sreeradha - "once you achieve success, that becomes the end of your desire, after that nothing remains like love, you will feel empty within, coz the cause that drives you to this point no more exists and you will fail to<br />imagine your success minus that cause". Hence, true love is all about the passion unadulterated by the desire of success. The moment you realize that,you opt for sacrifice. Mungaru Male tells at the end - Preeti Madhura, Tyaga Amara. Love is sweet, but sacrifice - immortal. But not everybody love to sacrifice for love. </p><br /><p>Heart strings playing on the wind<br />In the first rain of Madikeri<br />Heart beats - dreams<br />Heart breaks - wounds<br />Love just have to be.<br />Haage summane ...... </p><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Source - Email Forwards</div>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-87496505517303748712007-06-21T11:30:00.001+05:302007-06-21T11:49:55.621+05:30Organised @ Work<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnviTNTepFdRY8dUIJ6dyypbAC36Jume3_dLkK2T9mYvtrmHcLmWUMhfxgkli-eTvecucjBt4s2qya9Uz_WrSS6ywozK4Y4IYe2ZODvM9eMEzdUvTnAKMc-n_Hnr2LLz6gqCqm7v4-Zo/s1600-h/DSC07212.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078393738926939474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXnviTNTepFdRY8dUIJ6dyypbAC36Jume3_dLkK2T9mYvtrmHcLmWUMhfxgkli-eTvecucjBt4s2qya9Uz_WrSS6ywozK4Y4IYe2ZODvM9eMEzdUvTnAKMc-n_Hnr2LLz6gqCqm7v4-Zo/s200/DSC07212.JPG" border="0" /></a> Do I need to say anything at all?</div>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-19848034841392800322007-06-21T10:12:00.000+05:302007-06-21T10:51:45.553+05:30Some Mallu Jokes :)Hi All, Now the time for some Mallu jokes.. No Offence meant to any individual. :)<br />Just some harmless jokes. :)<br /><br /><br />1) What is the tax on a Mallu's income called?<br />IngumDax<br /><br />2) Where did the Malayali study?<br />In the ko-liage.<br /><br />3) Why did the Malayali not go to ko-liage today?<br />He is very bissi.<br /><br />4) Why did the Malayali buy an air-ticket?<br />To go to Thuubai, zimbly to meet his ungle in Gelff.<br /><br />5) Why do Malayalis go to the Gelff?<br />To yearn meney.<br /><br />6) What did the Malayali do when the plane caught fire?<br />He zimbly jembd out of the vindow.<br /><br />7) How does a Malayali spell moon?<br />MOON - Yem Woh yet another Woh and Yen<br /><br />8) What is Malayali management graduate called?<br />Yem Bee Yae.<br /><br />9) What does a Malayali do when he goes to America?<br />He changes his name from Karunakaran to Kevin Curren.<br /><br />10) What does a Malayali use to commute to office everyday?<br />An Oto<br /><br />11) Where does he pray?<br />In a Temble, Charch and a Maask<br /><br />12) Who is Bruce Lee's best friend ?<br />A Malaya-Lee of coarse.<br /><br />13) Name the only part of the werld, where Malayalis dont werk hard?<br />Kerala.<br /><br />14) Why is industrial productivity so low in Kerala?<br />Because 86% of the shift time is spent on lifting, folding and re-tying the lungi<br /><br />15) Why did Saddam Hussain attackKuwait?<br />He had a Mallu baby-sitter, who always used to say 'KEEP QUWAIT' 'KEEP QUWAIT'<br /><br />16) What is the Latest Malayali Punch Line? "<br />Frem Tea Shops To Koll Cenders , We Are Yevery Where "<br /><br />17) Why aren't Mals included in hockey and football teams ?<br />Coz Whenever they get a corner , they set up a tea shop.<br /><br />18) Now pass it on to 5 Mals to get a free sample of kokanet oil.<br /><br />19) Pass it on 10 Mals to get a free pack of Benana Chibbs.<br /><br />20) Pass it on to 15 Mals to get a set of BROGUN bones....<br /><br />- <em>Source Email Forwards</em>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-10691211544301633742007-06-20T19:30:00.000+05:302007-06-21T18:11:18.085+05:30My Fiat Palio 1.6 GTX - and its problems :(<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE223eblLyCuySuBTR-tE0eLBmPpvUwB7uv7VgL9Awxa2_nreYlXzJRPJhCBWqcZTAiBKEVXcVVFCKbCLKm8ZszFVe4Pw89A14_nZ54z5QGLQrmdncK2vVhXErx8V3vfg4a1tWDwyrS9Y/s1600-h/DSC07365.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078151008850206018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE223eblLyCuySuBTR-tE0eLBmPpvUwB7uv7VgL9Awxa2_nreYlXzJRPJhCBWqcZTAiBKEVXcVVFCKbCLKm8ZszFVe4Pw89A14_nZ54z5QGLQrmdncK2vVhXErx8V3vfg4a1tWDwyrS9Y/s200/DSC07365.JPG" border="0" /></a> I recently bought a Fiat Palio 1.6 GTX, 2001 model, Silver, run 47000kms from <strong>Automart India</strong> . It ran well for almost 3000kms and then catastrophy struck. I started to have problems with it. The radiator burst because of which the car was sent away for repairs. The radiator got repaired but still the same, the car was still plagued with problems. I finally got the radiator replaced and the problems seemed to dissappear. My happiness however was shortlived because the car has started to face some minor problems again.<br /><div></div><div>Now, I have dropped it off at my local mechanic and he says there is nothing to worry and the car would be back to normal in a day or two. I am really hoping that my car is back up and running asap. (There are still so many places my car and myself need to go.... ;) )</div><br /><div></div><div>More about the car's tech specs and travelogue in future blogs...as soon as I get back my car .. :)</div>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-72355509396184378002007-06-20T18:52:00.000+05:302007-06-20T19:11:52.988+05:30My Bajaj AvengerCars done, now time for the bike :- Blog No 2. Bajaj Avenger<br /><br />This dates back to the time when the Kawasaki Eliminator launched in India, I just fell in love with the cruisier kind of design; the looks were just jaw-dropping and I knew that if I had to buy a bike it had to be a cruiser, NO MATTER WHAT!!!<br /><br />This time finally came when I used to travel to office in my bro's Pulsar and I used to always get back home with a very bad back :(<br />At around the same time, Bajaj had launched the Avenger and so I thought I should give it a test drive.<br /><br />What Bajaj has done is, they have kept all the good bits of the Kawasaki Eliminator and added a more powerful engine. (All the more better for me to buy this bike ;) ) - <em>I shall cover more about the Technical aspects of this bike in another blog</em><br /><br />So, I decided then that if I had a bike, then it had to be this. So I traded in my 'faithful' Bajaj Boxer which had served me for almost 4+ years and picked up the 'stylish' red Avenger.<br /><br />As of today, I have been using this bike for almost 1.5 years and it still runs great. I have taken it on drives to Mysore, Nandi Hills, Mekedatu, Yediyur and various other places around Bangalore.I am still planning to take it to various other places in and around the country.<br /><br />The only thing that I have to say is "It's still the best cruiser in the country"Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6423169061636827811.post-56697128969076044692007-06-20T18:20:00.000+05:302007-06-21T10:52:27.150+05:30Need for Speed - Most Wanted<p>Hi All,</p><p>This is my first blog... :) and people who know me would vouch that the first thing that comes on my mind is always something related to cars or bikes.... ;) </p><p>Hence my first blog is dedicated to "Need For Speed - Most Wanted"</p><p>Need for Speed Most Wanted is the game that I am currently playing on my PS2. I kinda was in search for the DVD for quite some time. Finally I got hold of one. </p><p>The game is packed with a great career story and not to mention a whole lot of cars ;). There are various play-modes. The one that I am interested in is the Career mode; all you need to do is create a profile for yourself, buy a car and Go race against the blacklist rivals. (Other racers like myself who make it to the top fall under the Blacklist)</p><p>This game like all NFS games includes the Cops. The Cops feature has been improved from the last NFS : Hot Pursuit and NFS : Hot Pursuit 2. The cops are no longer simple to dodge nor simple to escape.</p><p>The objective of the game is to race a whole lot of people from the blacklist. The objective is to woek your way up the ladder and finally race the main villan. Trust me, its a very addictive game. </p>Pradeep NVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11569352944752086066noreply@blogger.com0