<?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-20159274</id><updated>2012-01-10T02:16:53.858-08:00</updated><category term='Jongleurs'/><category term='MISCA conference'/><category term='indian'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Bunker Scene'/><category term='Scientific Humor'/><category term='Internet'/><category term='World Music Day'/><category term='xtranormal'/><category term='Carbon Neutral Companies'/><category term='funny'/><category term='wobble'/><category term='Bob Colwell'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='dblp'/><category term='Earth Day'/><category term='Google Green'/><category term='Hitler Parody'/><category term='Teatre Liceu'/><category term='the 3 mistakes of my life'/><category term='Paper Rejection'/><category term='book review'/><category term='stand-up comedy'/><category term='Palau de la musica catalana'/><category term='Barcelona'/><category term='sintel'/><title type='text'>Tryst with Barcelona</title><subtitle type='html'>Scribbles about my life in Barcelona</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-7652393167461616256</id><published>2011-05-12T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T12:37:13.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dblp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bob Colwell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scientific Humor'/><title type='text'>A rare ingenious DBLP (Bob Colwell)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For those engineers/researchers who enjoy humor, and even for the other lot who don't fathom why and how scientific humor could be invented, this &lt;a href="http://www.informatik.uni-trier.de/%7Eley/db/indices/a-tree/c/Colwell:Robert_P=.html"&gt;DBLP&lt;/a&gt; is uniquely ingenious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Bob Colwell: Presentation Lessons from Comedians -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;You’re sitting in yet another interminable conference session. Man, this chair gets more uncomfortable by the millisecond. Who’s that over there? He looks like Mike Meyers from this angle. Or maybe Mini Me. What’s that interminable droning sound? Oops, that’s the speaker going on and on about ... whatever his topic is. You can’t remember—your mind has been wandering for the past 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one from Bob Colwell : Engineering Follies -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Our confidence in our instructor having thus been substantially diminished, we moved even farther away from the experimental apparatus. Meanwhile, this intrepid grad student now demonstrated whatever is the exact opposite of an intuitive sense for how physics works: He reinserted the now-bent calibration device and told us the problem was that the shaft had not had enough weight on it—an error that he now undertook to correct by standing on it. Then he told us to turn on the power to the motor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, you must read *in detail* about "the guy who turned on the motor/generator during the assisted suicide incident". (Reference - Bob Colwell : Engineering Follies). Its not worth a miss. Not at all !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-7652393167461616256?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/7652393167461616256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=7652393167461616256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/7652393167461616256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/7652393167461616256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2011/05/rare-ingenious-dblp-bob-colwell.html' title='A rare ingenious DBLP (Bob Colwell)'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-7580454861893377860</id><published>2011-04-22T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T16:12:05.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Earth Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Google Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carbon Neutral Companies'/><title type='text'>G for Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Loved today's doodle on the Google web page. Hovering the mouse over and over again just for the fun of it. Check out all other Google doodles at the archive &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/logos/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Also check out the latest of Google's websites - &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/green/"&gt;Google Green&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drift of corporations going green / carbon-neutral is a good news by all means. Some Interesting content for this special day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some of the few business giants which are self-proclaimed carbon neutral include Google, Dell, ING Group and PepsiCo (PepsiCo? Really ?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amitgrc.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/bsr_carbon-neutral-chart.pdf"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a list of carbon-neutral companies from a refreshing &lt;a href="http://amitgrc.wordpress.com/"&gt;wordpress&lt;/a&gt;. Of particular interest to me is to see a gradual drift (in the recent years) in the corporate world towards monetizing on the business opportunity of " helping organizations become green ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Really hope for a Greener tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-7580454861893377860?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/7580454861893377860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=7580454861893377860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/7580454861893377860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/7580454861893377860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2011/04/g-for-green.html' title='G for Green'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-8632562993729566291</id><published>2011-01-23T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T09:10:13.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MISCA conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bunker Scene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paper Rejection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hitler Parody'/><title type='text'>Hitler's MISCA Paper Rejection</title><content type='html'>The viral Hitler parody phenomenon strikes another hilarious note. Due credits to the original idea of creating parodies using the Original Bunker Scene from Downfall. More on it &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Downfall_(film)#Parodies"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iDQLWYU2O_M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-8632562993729566291?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/8632562993729566291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=8632562993729566291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/8632562993729566291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/8632562993729566291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2011/01/hitlers-misca-paper-rejection.html' title='Hitler&apos;s MISCA Paper Rejection'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iDQLWYU2O_M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-57598519535965078</id><published>2010-11-20T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T06:03:07.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xtranormal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sintel'/><title type='text'>Café con leche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I sipped my morning café today  accompanied by my ritualistic aimless surfing on the net, I (yet again!) stumbled upon the facebook's sky-rocketing revenues (the third time this  week!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;That would put its worth at about $41  billion, more than EBay’s $39.3  billion valuation on the Nasdaq Stock  Market. Facebook only trails  Amazon.com Inc., worth $74.4 billion, and  Google Inc., valued at $192.9  billion, among US Internet companies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://www.thejakartaglobe.com/technology/facebook-becomes-third-biggest-us-web-company/406751"&gt;[Source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime  I read Facebook's success story, I am amazed at how cleverly we  manoeuvered clear of any "On the Internet, nobody knows you're a dog"  era. Internet now is synonymous to opportunity, money and recognition.  It has this  distinct feature of linking up content and users treading  these trails  to find useful/interesting content. And here comes another  feather in the cap of Internet - Social Networking.  The magnitude of  it all is what is rather a surprise (41 bn $ !!); and all so because people have found a new way of life -- "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;online&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The content  creation rate on Internet is massive (I would love to be pointed to   some statistics on this btw). Every new day brings tonnes of new  websites/services going live; Increasingly interesting content is being  created and used everyday. Internet as a platform for Knowledge sharing  and Collaboration has made life much easier (and astonishingly richer  for quite a few).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other interesting Internet content that I found over the course of this week(two of the six to be precise) --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://www.xtranormal.com/"&gt;xtranormal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: Great site for  text-to-video creation. I tried a test video and other than the limited  avatars/backgrouds/effects, I was impressed at what it enables a user to  do -- Create your own animations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" href="http://www.sintel.org/"&gt;Sintel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;: An impressive "open-source"  graphics creation testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HomAZcKm3Jo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HomAZcKm3Jo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my Café con Leche tastes peculiar. My Café con Leche is intimidated at sharing its much endeared place in my weekend morning breakfasts with a multi-billion entity - the Internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-57598519535965078?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/57598519535965078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=57598519535965078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/57598519535965078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/57598519535965078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2010/11/cafe-con-leche.html' title='Café con leche'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-7268504631118797032</id><published>2010-09-26T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T14:42:29.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wobble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>The Indian Head Wobble or "Bobble"</title><content type='html'>Much to my amusement, I found this &lt;a href="http://goindia.about.com/od/greetingscommunication/a/head-wobble.htm"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;on the Indian Wobble or "Bobble" - what it is, and how to interpret it. Read it full, please (the bit on "Tips for Understanding the Indian Head Wobble" might be insanely insightful for a foreigner and much enjoyable for an Indian&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;) !&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Google it and you will be amazed to see how carefully it has been observed by so many people across the world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2lPniSsFxs#t=1m05s"&gt;Youtube video: how Indians say yes and no&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" height="362" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2lPniSsFxs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a2lPniSsFxs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US;start=65" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="362" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have personally been accused of having wobbled my head to indicate a "yes", and I, of course, denied the allegations.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although the bobble gesture does seem to be pretty colloquial, but it was never very hard for me to understand whether it was a Yes or a No :). It's pretty useful I must say. Here's an example how -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;         Q&lt;/b&gt; : Are you telling me that you agree that Indians really wobble their heads?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;          A&lt;/b&gt; : Head Wobble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-7268504631118797032?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/7268504631118797032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=7268504631118797032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/7268504631118797032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/7268504631118797032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2010/09/indian-head-wobble-or-bobble.html' title='The Indian Head Wobble or &quot;Bobble&quot;'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-425452679330050882</id><published>2009-06-21T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:46:42.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barcelona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teatre Liceu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World Music Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palau de la musica catalana'/><title type='text'>El Arte no tiene Patria</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMg23RwowzY/Sj5OwqfE03I/AAAAAAAAF4U/XmxRdDQSFlI/s1600-h/P6210517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; text-align: justify; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMg23RwowzY/Sj5OwqfE03I/AAAAAAAAF4U/XmxRdDQSFlI/s320/P6210517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349800005308044146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Art has no fatherland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; - Incribed on the walls of the Hall of Mirrors of Theatre Liceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A dreamy philospher went today to two beautiful concert halls at subsidised rates as its the World Music Day today - 1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gran_Teatre_del_Liceu"&gt;Teatre Liceu&lt;/a&gt; and 2. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Palau_de_la_M%C3%BAsica_Catalana"&gt;Palau de la Musica Catalana&lt;/a&gt; (in photos). There is this peculiarly unique combination of serenity and resplendence inside a concert hall which always amazes me. Each of these concert halls has a personality and a character of its own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aMg23RwowzY/Sj5QrdyGDsI/AAAAAAAAF4c/WcUFyKfAV3k/s320/P6210520.JPG" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349802115022065346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The grandeur of music is totally discernible in both the concert halls. Every nook and corner has been meticulously designed to bring that complete essence of music unto you- Music which makes you dream your own world into reality; Music that lets you -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- the song of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Music really is the epitome of purity and omnipresence, isnt it? It is what your soul sings; probably that's why all the religious cults have devotional music to relate to God. Particularly stark is the sound (and symbol) of Om (Aum) in Hinduism. Essentially, it would not be an exaggeration to say that  this sound forms the spirit of Hinduism!  Quoting Bhagwat Gita (Song of God) - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Uttering the monosyllable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Aum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, the eternal world of Brahman, One who departs leaving the body (at death), he attains the superior goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;God aside, nature itself creates music all the time.  My piano tutor used to tell the students that before you even know any syllable of music, you must know that to learn music, you have to learn to feel it. If you cannot feel music, you cannot learn music. Very cliché but quite fundamental as well.&lt;/span&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/20159274-425452679330050882?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/425452679330050882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=425452679330050882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/425452679330050882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/425452679330050882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-arte-no-tiene-patria.html' title='El Arte no tiene Patria'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aMg23RwowzY/Sj5OwqfE03I/AAAAAAAAF4U/XmxRdDQSFlI/s72-c/P6210517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-2886021561318133684</id><published>2009-06-10T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:06:32.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a special day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Birthday to  that special someone who has influenced my personality in many subtle and forthright ways.  Some memories remain eternal; Some lessons unforgettable. Marking this entry as a token of my appreciation for the character his acts have imbibed in me. This is  the song that all the newcomers in our family (the kids  mainly)  have learnt by heart - thanks to my dad :). And yes, its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; birthday today.  All his applauds, all those dissapprovals and "recommendations", those real-life-mathematics-based-toffee puzzles :P and very tough word-dictations :P are always close to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSE02xgZn5E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSE02xgZn5E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-2886021561318133684?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/2886021561318133684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=2886021561318133684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/2886021561318133684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/2886021561318133684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2009/06/special-day.html' title='a special day'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-5171999835987741719</id><published>2008-10-24T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T06:47:33.182-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the 3 mistakes of my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>the 3 mistakes of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMg23RwowzY/SQIIwMUAknI/AAAAAAAADoc/L0nsyhHzEBE/s1600-h/3mistakesofmylife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMg23RwowzY/SQIIwMUAknI/AAAAAAAADoc/L0nsyhHzEBE/s320/3mistakesofmylife.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260776938754052722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just finished savoring my second Chetan Bhagat's. 'the 3 mistakes of my life' is the story of a young guy with two close friends, his desire to be a successful businessman, his small indian-style love story, packed neatly against the backdrop of Ahmadabad. It revolves around his life and the externalities which 'affect' it big time - natural sabotage, communal violence and norms of the indian society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't relish much of fiction per se, but sometimes it's a nice break. I do enjoy reading what Chetan Bhagat writes - casual, easy, fast-paced turn of events with intermittently embedded smart witty one-liners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the funny one-liners to give a glimpse of his style :&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;'This is a suggestion. Don't take it the wrong way. But do consider taking a bath', my wife said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I looked at her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;'Just an option', she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I this she is overcautious sometimes. I don't bite back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;It looked like a marriage party where only priests were invited. Most of them carried some form of accessory like a trihsul or a rudraksha or a holy book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ish and I exchanged a what-are-we-doing-here glance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Omi went to meet a group of two bald-whites, one grey-saffron and one bald-saffron. He touched their feet and everyone blessed him. Considering Omi met these kind of people often, he had one of the highest per-capita-blessings ratio in India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;She had a track pant on that I think she had been wearing since she was thirteen and a pink T-shirt that said 'fairy queen' or something. How can a grown-up woman wear something that says 'fairy queen'? How can anyone wear something that says 'fairy queen'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;There were many others. This is something inseparable to Chetan Bhagat's style. Overall, a fast-paced, funny, (minimal-junk but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; no-junk) nice read, but its fiction after all. Fiction of the cheesy type - the Bollywood type? more so,the atrocious type? Enjoy the humor - thats what marks his style I would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-5171999835987741719?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/5171999835987741719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=5171999835987741719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/5171999835987741719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/5171999835987741719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-mistakes-of-my-life.html' title='the 3 mistakes of my life'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aMg23RwowzY/SQIIwMUAknI/AAAAAAAADoc/L0nsyhHzEBE/s72-c/3mistakesofmylife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-4524145541676281282</id><published>2008-08-22T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:40:13.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>In the valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Atop peppy pines, junipers and embracing grass-clad slopes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Over chilled water springs and the beaming placid lake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;She flew in her dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;flew unto eternity, beyond those clouds shrouding the mountain peaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;In sparkling waters, and on soft lavender blooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;In the green overgrowth on entwining trails around steadfast bens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;She fluttered in her dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;fluttered blithe fully in the valley of beauty and bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Silence whispered a sweet song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;When the moonlit valley cuddled her in its arms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;She smiled in her dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;with the twinkle in her eyes surmounting those of the diamonds in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Virgin sunshine and chirpy chirps,&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;oft wet grass and morning bells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Bubbly butterflies and the flora of spring,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;She touched them all in her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;She dreamed in the valley of beauty and bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I spent two good days at th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;" href="http://www.valldenuria.com/website_valldenuria/eng/index.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e &lt;a href="http://www.valldenuria.com/website_valldenuria/eng/index.asp"&gt;Vall d'Nuria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Nature does it for me. I like standing amidst tall high trees, so tall that they gracefully defy the famous saying "Sky's the limit". When you look up through the dense shroud of those leaves high above, you do but believe "N'ah, I don't  see the limit!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song I am listening to : &lt;a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=DcF75h4BHk8"&gt;How Great Thou Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang this song in our class assembly when I was in the eighth grade in high-school. The topic of our morning assembly presentation was Nature. Good Old days :). In spite of the disputatious stand I take on my confounded belief in the presence of "God", I like this hymn a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-4524145541676281282?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/4524145541676281282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=4524145541676281282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/4524145541676281282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/4524145541676281282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-valley.html' title='In the valley'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-2614751749864550847</id><published>2008-01-26T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:52:40.362-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jongleurs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stand-up comedy'/><title type='text'>An Evening @Jongleurs :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;--   @page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in }   P { margin-bottom: 0.08in }  --&gt;  &lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aMg23RwowzY/R6zDfu1PBgI/AAAAAAAABw4/B0cwAuc_qOo/s1600-h/23122007196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aMg23RwowzY/R6zDfu1PBgI/AAAAAAAABw4/B0cwAuc_qOo/s320/23122007196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164717822601790978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quite an evening...yeah it was! A marvelous evening at &lt;a href="http://www.jongleurs.com/"&gt;Jongluers&lt;/a&gt; with four great stand-ups - Keith Fields, Glenn Wool, Micky Flanagan and Ben Norris at their Camden location, London. The UK is often considered the stand-up center of the world, and Jongleurs often the largest comedy club in the world. Thence, my first involvement with stand-up comedy had to be quite an affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A mildest recollection of that evening involuntarily brings a grin on my face :D. &lt;a href="http://www.comedycv.co.uk/keithfields/index.htm"&gt;Keith &lt;/a&gt;was hilarious. His innovative style of combining props (and magic :P) with admirable way of penetrating the crowd in style was incomparable. Yeah right... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;alleluia, it was a miracle! &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Micky Flanagan and Ben Norris were great too, though they made me realize that I surely have a problem with the British accent. :D A performer who deserves a special mention is the one who replaced Glenn Wool. The new performer was a New York based stand-up comedian and I laughed my heart out on but all his jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In general, the experience was unforgettably entertaining. Jokes ranging from traffic, travel, sex (some quite explicit), weather reports :D, frisky talks between friends, and well, the list is too long. Do experience an evening with stand-ups, at least once in your lifetime if you can. It can be matter-of-factly amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;About me, yeah..sure, would love to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;jongleurize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; another evening any day! Do check out the hair bands with ever dangling antennas that we happily donned in the true spirit of Jongleurism that night :D  &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/20159274-2614751749864550847?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/2614751749864550847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=2614751749864550847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/2614751749864550847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/2614751749864550847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2008/01/evening-jongleurs-d.html' title='An Evening @Jongleurs :D'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aMg23RwowzY/R6zDfu1PBgI/AAAAAAAABw4/B0cwAuc_qOo/s72-c/23122007196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-3534308214955512655</id><published>2007-06-16T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:35:27.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating a Graduate Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aMg23RwowzY/RnPPa6joS-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/TOJKsRuB9j8/s1600-h/qmark.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_aMg23RwowzY/RnPPa6joS-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/TOJKsRuB9j8/s320/qmark.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076629266278927330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Depending on what your genre is, the title might arouse different reactions across the readers of my blog (if any :P). Do this and see where you land :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;// Either the user is a grad or not a grad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;bool is_grad_student = get_user_input(is_grad_student);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;// if is_grad_student, rest of the inputs are redundant, avoid sucking the user for more, assign default&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;bool have_known_any_grad = FALSE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;// assigning default values, may not hold true when is_grad_student is TRUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;bool did_like_him = FALSE ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;if (!is_grad_student) {&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;  // user is not a grad student, get a feel of his tastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;have_known_any_grad = get_user_input(have_known_any_grad);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;if (have_known_any_grad) {&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;    // remember default = FALSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;did_like_him = get_user_input(did_like_him);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;    // &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODO&lt;/span&gt; - put more cases here, this part is crucial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; // end of non-grad user inputs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;switch (is_grad_student) {&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;case &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; : Cool! Hey..what you say? we meet for a coffee or something to discuss issues more important than this just silly dating thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;break;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;case &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; : if (have_known_any_grad &amp;amp;&amp;amp; did_like_him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Fine! Go ahead..following post "might" interest you; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;if (have_known_any_grad &amp;amp;&amp;amp; !did_like_him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sucker! Yes thats what you are...Get lost!;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;break;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Reached here? Nice to see you passed a crucial preliminary test. So what state of mind you are in right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;1. ApPaLlEd (Oh damn this test! its so difficult to do it, who knows how easy will be to understand the post).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;2. Wearing a tickling smile (hey I like the way you screen users)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;3. I am Ok. (I dont understand why people tend to ramble so much before getting to the point!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;4. Ok!! (Holy Son of God! no more of your stupid ramifications of dumb cases, get down to the point or rather I will just exit now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;So, there you go, that's how difficult dating a grad is. Even a grad himself fears to date another of the same breed (i.e. grad). They will be all critical, contemplative, alert and methodical when you least want them to be. Some pretty day (like today here in barcelona), they will feel like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;-writing-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; about the Art Of Dating rather than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;-practising-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; it. Some gloomy day (like Mondays), they will be busy making plans for the week and promising not to repeat the same mistakes as last week, rather than sleeping till late morning to call it a long relaxing weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;And then when you are all rejoiced and wanting to party, they will be philosophical, acutely sagacious about their motive in life and blue about their past. Yes, my friend, dating a sane graduate student is not a piece of cake :-) For starters, I will give you some Don'ts, which are more crucial because even a single mistake can be a pure disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;ask for going out on a weekday. Though no day is perfect, but never ask him/ her out on the day of his/her weekly meeting with the advisor. That's the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;jeop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;ardous&lt;/em&gt; day. Fridays sound okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;be impromptu when it comes to fixing a day for date. Do it well in advance, so the grad can plan his time accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; go to a awfully expensive place for a date. The less you make him pay, the happier he will be. A walk by the beach followed by a drink or two will be perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;4. There are two donts which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; be a part of your "Bible for Dating Grads" (stolen from phd comics) &lt;a href="http://www.phdcomics.com/comics/archive.php?comicid=47"&gt;PHD Comics: Grad student etiquette&lt;/a&gt; ...they indeed are the most important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; screw your date by sounding unnecessarily geeky. A grad has an eye for a true geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; try too hard to give an impression that you are the perfect one! You shall be the sheer envy of the grad! Grads hate perfection. They will never dirty their hands with something that's already perfect. It is more important for a grad to see a clearcut scope / potential of making you the perfect one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;7. If your date (the grad) is down because of something (something = could be simply anything!), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; get judgemental and extra-preachy. Grad hates it, its simply disgusting for him. It will rather be great if you could also make yourself feel bad about something really bad that happened to you in near or remote past, and dive into the sea of gloom and misery togehter with the grad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;8. If it doesn't work out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; forget to mention the possibility of a next date in future. No one other than a grad accords more to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;gravity and meaning &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;"Future Work"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;The list of Don'ts is endless truly. I will add more as and when I have somthing urgently important for you to know. The problem of coming up with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;formal complete solution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;problem of dating a grad student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt; belongs to the class of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/NP-hard"&gt;NP Hard&lt;/a&gt; problems. Though do's aren't that important, but expect a list soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Happy Dating! Be Cautious...your date is a grad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Disclaimer : Dont's are largely grad student specific. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Never&lt;/span&gt; rely on anything published and/or certified anywhere in this world in this regard.period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-3534308214955512655?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/3534308214955512655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=3534308214955512655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/3534308214955512655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/3534308214955512655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2007/06/dating-graduate-student.html' title='Dating a Graduate Student'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_aMg23RwowzY/RnPPa6joS-I/AAAAAAAAAGU/TOJKsRuB9j8/s72-c/qmark.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-2083720723063834395</id><published>2007-03-18T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:39:40.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rèquiem de Mozart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aMg23RwowzY/Rf1AMJVIrhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lKqtu2U3Zx0/s1600-h/orchestra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043257735131999762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_aMg23RwowzY/Rf1AMJVIrhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lKqtu2U3Zx0/s320/orchestra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This classical music concert (orchestra) was the first ever of my life. The works that formed a part of the impressive repertoire were compositions of Mozart and Vivaldi. W. A. Mozart (1756-1791) and Vivaldi (1678-1741) were two great European composers of their time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Orchestra was performed by “Filharmònica de Cambra de Pardubice” (in Basilica Santa Maria del Mar, Barcelona) , a group founded in 1969 in Czech Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Those 80 odd minutes in the old Basilica of the city situated downtown were divine; immaculately serene, for one because of an inexplicable sensation of peace n composure that I experience when I am in a church, and secondly I just loved the compositions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The compositions of Mozart, to me, were faster in rhythm and more intense; Requiem in D minor was the last work that Mozart did before his death on December 5, 1791. The Group played the same work in R minor. It is controversial as to how much of this composition was actually completed by Mozart. The Rèquiem is in fourteen movements, with the following structure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Intriot (Requiem aeternam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kyrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sequence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----- Dies irae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----- Tuba mirum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----- Rex tremendae &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----- Recordare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----- Confutatis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----- Lacrimosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Offertory:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----- Domine Jesu Christe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----- Hostias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----- Sanctus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---- Benedictus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----- Agnus Dei &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----- Communion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An amazing experience! Looking forward to more such concerts.&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/20159274-2083720723063834395?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/2083720723063834395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=2083720723063834395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/2083720723063834395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/2083720723063834395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2007/03/rquiem-de-mozart.html' title='Rèquiem de Mozart'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_aMg23RwowzY/Rf1AMJVIrhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lKqtu2U3Zx0/s72-c/orchestra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-116066475706294302</id><published>2006-10-12T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:36:49.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply shore...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/barcelona-003.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/320/barcelona-003.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s quite a question for me: Why can’t past be undone (not in deed but in its effect)? Each one of us has had some bad experiences in life, why is it so difficult to just come over them and live life to its fullest in the present? If it’s supposed to take just a little more will-power, why is it that most of us are not able to do it? Why the brain isn’t wired in such a way that you remember only the pleasant ordeals (damn it!:P)? I know I am asking too much. :-P Why cant everything be just as simple as the shore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Looking at the white foamy waves hitting the shore incessantly, indomitably, today suddenly reminded me of these lines. I love being at the beach. My mind is so much at peace when I am at the shore. The wonderful sight of a lone sail boat slowly fading away off the horizon…waves hitting shore incessantly…coy clouds mollycoddling each other…gentle breeze refreshing you in and out…and as the sun recedes to its abode, the princess of night making its presence felt with the silver twinkling over the dark water. The sky sprinkling a continuum of shades dynamically to welcome Her Majesty, it’s just too heavenly. And that’s precisely when I re-iterate-“Life is beautiful”:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Current Mood: Pacified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Song I am listening to: Jewel Spirit –What’s simple is true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-116066475706294302?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/116066475706294302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=116066475706294302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/116066475706294302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/116066475706294302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2006/10/simply-shore.html' title='Simply shore...'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-115728220543392791</id><published>2006-09-03T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:37:29.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Einstein's Monsters (1987)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/Image%28090%29.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/320/Image%28090%29.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Martin Amis skillfully brushes away the dust which had laid down shrouding the Nuclear Weapons Race, by the aid of a compilation of five short stories. A well-written set of views do make you indulge into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1) Thinkability – “Nuclear Weapons repel all thought, perhaps because they can end all thought.”…that makes one think, doesn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2) Reality – so grotesque which is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Language cannot live with this reality”-so true. So when you enter the world of nuclear weapons there are two possibilities – Nuclear Warfare or Nuclear Disarmament, both of which are difficult to imagine-the former due to its immense fatal repercussions and the latter because of its immense improbability. His distinct style of writing is unquestionably impressive. The story “Insight at Flame Lake” so uniquely uncovers the life of a young boy suffering with Schizophrenia. A probable future of humankind has been unveiled – and beneath the veil is laying a world so petrifying, dehumanized or rather inhabitable – a world inhabited by the Einstein’s Monsters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Events that we call “acts of God” – floods, earthquakes, eruptions – are flesh wounds compared to human act of nuclear was: a million Hiroshimas. Like God, nuclear weapons are free creations of the human mind. Unlike God, nuclear weapons are real. And they are here.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Indeed they are remarkable artifacts. They derive their power from an equation: when a pound of uranium-235 is fissioned, the liberated mass within its 1,132,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 atoms is multiplied by the speed of light squared – with the explosive force, that is to say, of 186,000 miles per second times 186,000 miles per second. Their size, their power, has no theoretical limit. They are biblical in their anger.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This piece of literature/fiction is a masterpiece for sure. Another of his work “Times Arrow” , the autobiography of a doctor who helped torture Jews during the Holocaust, which was shortlisted for the 1991 Booker Prize, drew notice both for its unusual technique — time runs backwards during the entire novel, down to the dialogue initially being spoken backwards — as well as for its topic. I havent read Times Arrow but appears to be quite tempting :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-115728220543392791?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/115728220543392791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=115728220543392791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/115728220543392791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/115728220543392791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2006/09/einsteins-monsters-1987.html' title='Einstein&apos;s Monsters (1987)'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-115658254989409878</id><published>2006-08-26T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T01:55:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quantum Physics et al</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have had a chance to chit chat wiht any physicist ever, then this is something that you would have already heard of. Quantum Physics, the physics of probability (really!?). It is sufficiently wierd, yet acceptable. Whenever I read anything even remotely based on Quantum Physics, I am more than overwhelmed by the explanations that Quantum physics provides as it infalllibly shakes my understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do the mathematics using Quantum, you will be bound to conclude that moon (humongous large body - the star of the night since my childhood) has a non-zero probablity of going around and visiting other planets when you are not looking at it. Once you look at it, it pops into existence. This is what Quantum physics says, everything around you has a non-zero probability of not being there when you are not looking at it. But once you look at it, it pops up and says "Hey, look, u fool, I am real!". Only when it bangs its head against something real, it is real. wow! thats wierd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about the heisenberg's uncertainity principle, have you ever also thought that how can the reaction of measurement be so instantaneous? A concept quiet out-of-the-box is Entanglement.Gee...two quantum particles can be so well-associated that knowledge about one is enough to measure the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grass on the other side looks greener. Physics in its purist form, sometimes lures the hell out of me. I also want to see if Schrodinger's Cat is alive. So if you have some interesting reads related to Quantum physics, do pour them on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-115658254989409878?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/115658254989409878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=115658254989409878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/115658254989409878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/115658254989409878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2006/08/quantum-physics-et-al.html' title='Quantum Physics et al'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-115298038328532774</id><published>2006-07-15T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T14:24:51.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Castells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/PICT5339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/320/PICT5339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/PICT5332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/320/PICT5332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Castells is the catalonian word meaning Castles (human towers). I must say I was lucky enough to have got an opportunity to catch this excitement live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly was held in awe when I saw the needle formation. The highest that I saw was of height 9. It was just spectacular. Hope you can feel the excitement statically with these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Below : Needle Formation in progress (Other team). Notice the people in the middle, which will later be the part of the needle as the cocoon of the surrounding castellers sheds off later. Teamwork incarnated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Above : The cocoon shedding off. Excitement building up. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right Above : The one of height 9 (attempt in progress, which was later successful). I have no words to describe how amazing it was. Building a real 9 storey high structure is an irrefutable achievement for any castellers team. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/PICT5328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/320/PICT5328.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time on a otherwise lazy and hot sunday afternoon.   Check out this &lt;a href="http://www.castellersdebarcelona.org/eng/index.htm"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;of the team Castellers de Barcelona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-115298038328532774?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/115298038328532774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=115298038328532774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/115298038328532774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/115298038328532774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2006/07/castells.html' title='The Castells'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-114825005574956120</id><published>2006-05-21T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T14:21:58.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diane Arbus Revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/arbus1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/320/arbus1.2.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Nothing is ever the same as they said it was.&lt;br /&gt;It’s what I’ve never seen before that I recognize.”&lt;br /&gt;-Arbus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two months back, I had the opportunity to witness the legendary collection of Diane Arbus’ work. This exhibition catalogue has also been published as one of the four books of her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the photographs were really amazing. Diane Arbus photographed a variety, but freaks are what she concentrated on. In the exhibition, I also got to read some of her hand scribbled thoughts in her personal diary/planner. It was perplexing to read how invincible she was for her passion. The boldness of her subject matter and photographic approach were recognised as revolutionary. Not only were displayed over 200 photographs (making it the most complete presentation of her work ever assembled), but also were there her cameras, contact sheets, letters, notebooks, and other writings...as well as books from her personal library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/arbus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Triplet" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/320/arbus2.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to photograph the considerable ceremonies of our present because we tend while living here and now to perceive only what is random and barren and formless about it. While we regret that the present is not like the past and despair of its ever becoming the future, its innumerable inscrutable habits lie in wait for their meaning…These are our symptoms and our monuments. I want simply to save them, for what is ceremonious and curious and commonplace will be legendary”&lt;br /&gt;-Arbus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was particularly shocked (a lil numb) when I read those few words from her diary when she tries to describe her hotel room where she was staying. The way she describes everything that is very much static and dumb around her to be so noisy and annoying for her; somehow those words made sense to me. The world around all of us is very much the same; but to reason out or accept why it appears vastly different to some people is intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arbus was also attacked by critics and her contribution to art remains controversial. She committed suicide in 1971. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A Photograph is a secret about a secret.&lt;br /&gt;The more it tells you the less you know.”&lt;br /&gt;-Arbus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.masters-of-photography.com/A/arbus/arbus_articles2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quotes from Diane Arbus: An Aperture Monograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-114825005574956120?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/114825005574956120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=114825005574956120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/114825005574956120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/114825005574956120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2006/05/diane-arbus-revelations.html' title='Diane Arbus Revelations'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-114634654758187745</id><published>2006-04-29T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T11:35:07.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Banerjee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/Image(083).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/320/Image%28083%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really relish the evening jogging, sometimes brisk walk when I am not well instead. Though I haven’t accommodated it permanently in my schedule, but whenever I go for it, I have a fresh feeling…freshness of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with self is probably the best gift that you can give yourself. And one important lesson that I always sincerely -&lt;em&gt;recommended-&lt;/em&gt; myself to learn is that 'none other than yourself should be yours more than anybody else' (makes sense?). When you live for self, when you strive to make your self a better person, that’s when the true purpose of your existence can be realised. Sometimes, I think I have revelations… of what wrong I did on the day that was, of what I can do, and of what I should do. Sometimes, I make plans, motivate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that to synergise your different levels of existence - spiritual, physical, emotional and mental, you should spend time with yourself to make yourself more aware of what you really are. That &lt;em&gt;-is-&lt;/em&gt; true if you want to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful walk/jog is but on the full-moon night, when I am accompanied with the princess of the night with her blissful , calm and divine white light all the way playing hide and seek…hiding behind the trees, high buildings :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I am not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, see who I met today on my way. This is the one and only ...&lt;strong&gt;Banerjee&lt;/strong&gt; (The name rings a bell? This is the only name I had for him as the algorithm that I implemented yesterday was the Banerjee Test for Data Dependence). So this justifies the title of my post. Doesn't it? :-) I love the way he shied away, on knowing that someone is going to capture him. God bless Banerjee [-o&lt;. The picture quality isn't that good, I used Nokia 6600.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-114634654758187745?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/114634654758187745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=114634654758187745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/114634654758187745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/114634654758187745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2006/04/introducing-banerjee.html' title='Introducing Banerjee'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-114442669514430924</id><published>2006-04-07T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:18:15.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/Love%20is....0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/320/Love%20is....0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not sure if many people are aware of this beautiful strip (updated daily except one) - The Love is...on Comics Page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these gifs and involuntarily check these daily every morning :) I think its just a perfect gift for your love to remind him/her that you are indebted. :D What came to me as even a sweeter surprise was to see the gifs in spanish as well. It a bliss to have the gifs befitting your mood on some days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you sent your love this gif today? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to the &lt;a href="http://www.comicspage.com/loveis/"&gt;Love is...&lt;/a&gt;strip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-114442669514430924?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/114442669514430924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=114442669514430924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/114442669514430924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/114442669514430924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2006/04/love-is_07.html' title='Love is...'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-114030396237854120</id><published>2006-02-18T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T02:20:25.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Cribbing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder why some Indians here ensure that they always crib against India, now that they are away from the homeland. Almost any discussion that is taken up ends with a patent remark "In India, you cannot expect this!".The discussions varying from movies to politics, from literature to education et al.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you have ever heard of this famous expression in Hindi "jungle mien mor nacha...kisi ne na dekha" But if nobody saw the peacock dancing, does it imply that the beautiful peacock doesn't dance? India is rich and diverse, full of opportunities and corruption, love and violence, and freedom and struggle. Its a hell, thanks to the irresponsible ingrates Mother India is nourishing. But its a heaven too, kudos to the people who want to make a difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I personally feel that India is struggling and is trying hard to cope up with all the problems...India has a chaotic system for democracy/administration/education/politics..but the beauty of it all is that -it works!- Because if there is a black sheep amongst us, there is a revolutionizer too! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every nation has witnessed a vivid history...is marked today with dynamic levels of intrusion of technology/science/education...is at different stage of development...and is fighting against its respective odds. Its simply wild to think and compare society and cross cultures et al. , as wild as trying to find intersection of two subsets from disjoint sets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am sure there are numerous people striving for a better tomorrow for the country in face of NGOs/social reformers/politicians/teachers..., but they just don't get the limelight, thanks to the irresposible and highly commercialised media. But do you comprehend no message from the formation of a political party by IIT guys? Is cribbing about one's own country justified? Let me assert that I am not talking of adopting extreme aggressive nationalism which stands insignificant in wake of globalization. I am talking of arousing -the nationalism- that gives you a sense of oneness as a nation, a sense of Singular Identity, a sense of resposibility. The time calls for resposibility, responsibility on the part of every citizen of India and not sit back and crib!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Having an opinion, I take no authority to bar others from having a different one ;). I have the right to express mine but also the duty to respect others' :P ..Any takers?&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/20159274-114030396237854120?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/114030396237854120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=114030396237854120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/114030396237854120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/114030396237854120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2006/02/stop-cribbing.html' title='Stop Cribbing...'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-113787935344940207</id><published>2006-01-21T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:35:53.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, I should have posted something here around 15 January 2006, the day which marked a month of my stay in Barcelona! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apart from the teething problems, I think life here should be easy. The days are passing by without my knowledge...hectic week days, and a lil dull weekends at times. I am looking forward to making some gala time, memories that I can cherish all through. But a void in some form will still remain. And yes, travelling with the turk flight wasn't that bad an experience. I have received compensation for the luggage delay, even when it took me around 4 weeks to fax the required documents. I had been told a majority of airlines are a bit orthodox with the compensation stuff. I won't mind travelling again with the same flight even ;) (assuming that I get compensation again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Right now, listening to Welcome to my Life - Simple Plan. This song has it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-113787935344940207?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/113787935344940207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=113787935344940207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/113787935344940207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/113787935344940207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2006/01/bingo.html' title='Bingo!'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20159274.post-113544355122400806</id><published>2005-12-24T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:59:11.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Landed in Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I landed at the Barcelona airport on 15 December 2005 thirty minutes past 1305 hrs (that´s because the flight was delayed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in a mixed mood when I was carrying out the formalities at the airport...a lil thrilled for this new opportunity, a bit apprehensive for my check-in luggage...and at the same time home-sick already :P Its said that Only Change is permanent. But I must say that Only Change is also both bitter and sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, as I reached there to collect my check-in baggages, within 15 minutes of it all, I realised that both of my baggages have been misplaced. I filed a Luggage Irregularity Report after a lot of pains. I say `pains´because not many ppl could understand English. And I had trouble going to the concerned counter. People here are in awe of their native language Spanish. I found them inheretly friendly but they were of lil help as I speak no spanish.  From here I proceeded towards the Sortida(`exit´ in spanish). I met my friend who had come to receive me and bursted into tears ( I am not sure but sometimes I cry because I want to :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way, the airline I was travelling with was Turkish Airways :P and this post is enough to warn the future passengers ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20159274-113544355122400806?l=industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/feeds/113544355122400806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20159274&amp;postID=113544355122400806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/113544355122400806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20159274/posts/default/113544355122400806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://industrystwithbarcelona.blogspot.com/2005/12/landed-in-barcelona.html' title='Landed in Barcelona'/><author><name>Indu Bhagat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14278118221069387746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/775/1278/1600/love%20is.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
