<?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-748465643141872463</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:23:30.463+05:30</updated><category term='Train Girl Chance Luck Friend Fact'/><category term='mail'/><category term='women'/><category term='gay'/><category term='attack'/><category term='public'/><category term='sunday'/><category term='Newspaper'/><category term='Horoscope'/><category term='Endearment'/><category term='dress'/><category term='Mr. Right'/><category term='mumbai'/><category term='brunch'/><category term='party'/><category term='gift'/><category term='self'/><category term='hate'/><category term='Decision'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='winter'/><category term='Girls'/><category term='Delhi'/><category term='measure'/><category term='Apology Blog Time'/><category term='attire'/><category term='question'/><category term='lifestyle'/><category term='face'/><category term='terrorists'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='present'/><category term='people'/><category term='personality'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='persona'/><category term='men'/><category term='Paranoia'/><category term='myself'/><category term='love'/><category term='India'/><category term='hostage'/><category term='new year celebrations Family'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Lonely FootPrints in the Sand</title><subtitle type='html'>My journey on this sphere.... searching 4 meaning in it all....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-7490575889125252012</id><published>2011-04-08T16:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:03:36.195+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apology Blog Time'/><title type='text'>Apologies for my unscheduled absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yqgqcyow6A4/TZ7yM5lOHwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fgQI2p__Sng/s1600/Homer-Simpson-Computer.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yqgqcyow6A4/TZ7yM5lOHwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fgQI2p__Sng/s200/Homer-Simpson-Computer.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593174090670022402" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Sorry Sorry Sorry…… Apologies for my unscheduled absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyhow, I had a crazy Year &amp;amp; didn’t find time to Blog. Didn't find time to eat, breathe or think of what mattered. I just started moving in a whole new phase of my life which is incidentally moving in the right direction. Keeping my Fingers Crossed People……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Starting a new Blog is like starting a relationship. At the beginning everything is new and exciting as you get to know the other person and watch your relationship grow and mature. Every up and every down is a significant moment. Then the honeymoon phase eventually wears off and you reach a Contentment Phase, where your relationship becomes a part of your daily life. With any luck, you will live happily ever after in this state with a few surprises here and there to spice up the norm. If not, your relationship will wane and you grow apart, eventually deciding that you are both better off parting ways.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clearly I was in a Hiatus Phase &amp;amp; anguishing the idiocy of Separation have hit the Keyboard with renewed vigor &amp;amp; zeal to make up for the Blog time Lost. Every new post is an adventure. Every comment and email is exciting. I want to spend every moment of everyday with it, checking on its progress i.e. stalking the traffic, the incoming and outgoing links etc. It's an exhilarating feeling that I'd almost forgotten about!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The madness, however, is over – or has it just started, I wonder!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-7490575889125252012?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7490575889125252012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=7490575889125252012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/7490575889125252012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/7490575889125252012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2011/04/apologies-for-my-unscheduled-absence.html' title='Apologies for my unscheduled absence'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yqgqcyow6A4/TZ7yM5lOHwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/fgQI2p__Sng/s72-c/Homer-Simpson-Computer.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-2844311375871555486</id><published>2009-02-25T15:22:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:27:21.741+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paranoia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newspaper'/><title type='text'>Daily Horoscope from Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SaUVj0j_PII/AAAAAAAAAKs/2O4-FY2DN8k/s1600-h/3128164766_ea72b6ba9e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SaUVj0j_PII/AAAAAAAAAKs/2O4-FY2DN8k/s200/3128164766_ea72b6ba9e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306671441075190914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Today morning was a shocker!!! Rummaging through My Daily Horoscope I suddenly felt a chill down my spine…. It said…… “A minor issue will be blown out of proportion by Rivals. There will be a crisis at work today but try to stay calm”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I was like…… Whaaaattttt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Nevertheless I spent the entire day in Office – putting off important decisions &amp;amp; double checking my work, sure that someone was going to backstab me……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Help!!! I am spending the entire day in Paranoia……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Are you also one of those who religiously look at their daily horoscope in the paper for prediction of the events which will unfold today? Then you go through the day with a mindset to either be cautious of an unseen enemy or waiting for the situation to spiral out of control……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;It is even more surprising how specific these daily predications have become:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;“Things will not work out for you; take patience in letting the events unfold before taking a decision.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;“Control expenses and invest wisely. Today Financial transactions should be handled with care.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;What I wish for is a more pleasant forecast like…… “Today there is a possibility of the love connection you have been waiting for. Passion can be at an all time High.”……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-2844311375871555486?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/2844311375871555486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=2844311375871555486' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/2844311375871555486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/2844311375871555486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2009/02/daily-horoscope-from-hell.html' title='Daily Horoscope from Hell'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SaUVj0j_PII/AAAAAAAAAKs/2O4-FY2DN8k/s72-c/3128164766_ea72b6ba9e_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-8082195963463029984</id><published>2009-02-07T14:59:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:20:21.612+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Right'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>To part or not to part, that is the Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SY1VhAY_pLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pBCOX1GBai8/s1600-h/j0408938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SY1VhAY_pLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pBCOX1GBai8/s200/j0408938.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299986362013820082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I know at least two of my fiends who are currently in a relationship with LOSER boys &amp;amp; the worst part of it is that they know it too. Still they do not have the courage to break it off with them or even if they do it’s always a ‘last Chance’ for him........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;`Babe` is Uber Rich, fashionable, sensible, full of life, humorous, straightforward &amp;amp; more importantly has a good heart but is shy of her looks (she being a bit on the heavier side or as I would call it Pleasantly Plump).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;`Kiki` is independent, successful, great dresser, just gorgeous &amp;amp; has a close friends list that will make a Top Delhi socialite jealous, she is not approachable. Her confidence is her nemesis as she will not even talk to you till you have been formally introduced &amp;amp; approved by a confidant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;What both of them have in common is that they are in their early thirties, both believe that society expects women in their age bracket to be committed to someone and that it is better to have a man in you life than none at all. So they continue in their paltry relationships hoping of a brighter future.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;I really want an answer on this do you have to be in relationship for the heck of it? Or is there really a dearth of Sincere eligible Men out there…….?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;R u searching for Mr. Right or Mr. Good enough for right now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-8082195963463029984?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8082195963463029984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=8082195963463029984' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/8082195963463029984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/8082195963463029984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-part-or-not-to-part-that-is-question.html' title='To part or not to part, that is the Question'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SY1VhAY_pLI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pBCOX1GBai8/s72-c/j0408938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-4835186003387480123</id><published>2009-01-22T10:37:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:49:16.593+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train Girl Chance Luck Friend Fact'/><title type='text'>Rail Rendezvous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SXgAD_07OnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jE9WdFARUpE/s1600-h/123171140_442792a895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SXgAD_07OnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jE9WdFARUpE/s200/123171140_442792a895.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293981430647044722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Call it Luck by Chance if you will……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently I attended a friends wedding in Shimla. On my way back after stashing my luggage in the overhead compartment I proceeded to join my Friends in the other compartment Clueless that a recent development in train security was baggage identification by RPF personnel to ensure that no unclaimed baggage was present on the train after departure. Needless to say I came back to face a suspicious Policeman, an irritant TC, many suspicious tourists and a score of angry passengers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Calming them down was easer said than done. One tour guide in order to impress his group was planning to throw my luggage out from the moving train. Finally after much apology I sank back in my seat resolute not to get off till I reach &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was after Chandigarh Station that my luck started to change; I was deeply engrossed in reading a fiction Novel when I heard a voice softly murmuring to me:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Girl&lt;/b&gt;: Hi! I am sorry to interrupt your reading but the person sitting next to me appears to be drunk. If there is no one traveling with you, can I sit next to you till &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Sure! Is he being rude to you? If he is I can take care of it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Girl&lt;/b&gt;: No he is just annoying me… I don’t think it’s worth it. I just want to get to home in Peace &amp;amp; Quite. Thanks!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She sits down besides me &amp;amp; I being forewarned that a chit-chat is not what she wanted kept my eyes glued to my book.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly about 5 minutes later, I hear a shrill laugh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I realize that she has read the title of my book and now has an insight into my mental level. She had approached me because in the first look I seemed to be a sincere &amp;amp; stable chap but now she had her doubts after seeing what I was reading – a book titled “Of course I love you, till I find someone better”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Girl&lt;/b&gt;: So how many have you dumped till now?.........&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Excuse me???? This is just a travel read not my way of life. I am a very dependable person, beside the fact that I am currently between relationships……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Girl&lt;/b&gt;: HA Ha ha…… Like right now you are between me and the Drunk Dude.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: Is this any way to treat your Knight in Shining Armor?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Girl&lt;/b&gt;: sorry……Sir Knight but these days women do their own Butt–Kicking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And do I refer to you as Sir Knight or do you actually have a name?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Me&lt;/b&gt;: sorry!!! Where are my manners – Hi!!! I am Joy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Girl&lt;/b&gt;: *Giggle* and My Name is Sneha&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that the journey was a Pleasure with us conversing like old friends. When &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; station came we exchanged numbers and parted ways with a promise to keep in touch. And so we have as good friends should……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you also met a Good friend in such an unusual way?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-4835186003387480123?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/4835186003387480123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=4835186003387480123' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/4835186003387480123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/4835186003387480123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2009/01/rail-rendezvous.html' title='Rail Rendezvous'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SXgAD_07OnI/AAAAAAAAAKU/jE9WdFARUpE/s72-c/123171140_442792a895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-1151433354790365169</id><published>2009-01-20T15:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:52:45.806+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year celebrations Family'/><title type='text'>Let the Celebrations Continue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SXWaiptpyfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9W-hXb4vWZc/s1600-h/j0422639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SXWaiptpyfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9W-hXb4vWZc/s200/j0422639.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293306857147451890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey All…… Hope you all had a fabulous time bringing in 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its time 4 me 2 come out of Hibernation and continue my Blog Spree……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where did you party this New Year? This is the question on everyone’s lips these days when I meet people. The expected answer is always a night club or one of the happening pay parties. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But this time around quite a few people surprised me by saying that they were at home with their family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s so refreshing to know that we have started spending time with our loved ones at celebrations. I firmly believe that being caught up with everyday life we tend to forget just how important is it to keep in touch with our loved ones.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remember Home is not a room with 4 walls; it is wherever the people who love you Live……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have a great 2009………Cheers!!!...........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-1151433354790365169?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/1151433354790365169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=1151433354790365169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/1151433354790365169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/1151433354790365169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2009/01/let-celebrations-continue.html' title='Let the Celebrations Continue'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SXWaiptpyfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/9W-hXb4vWZc/s72-c/j0422639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-5409967637676625391</id><published>2008-12-22T15:33:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T14:58:26.672+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endearment'/><title type='text'>Terms of Endearment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SU9m4wRRNBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gIdLsndrgBc/s1600-h/j0411809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SU9m4wRRNBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gIdLsndrgBc/s200/j0411809.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282554013144921106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For your amusement onl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (try as I may I periodically stumble across such ranting in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; (pronounced Deah-lee) girl’s conversations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hi Sugar, its me Honey…… Yeah I know…… I spoke to Sweetie yesterday, she said that Angel &amp;amp; her cats are going to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Goa&lt;/st1:place&gt; for the New Year Bash…… Yeah its gonna be Just a Fab Party with everyone there…… Who? everyone…… Candy is going… so is BabyDoll…… u know the whole Foxy gang…… it’s gonna be a marathon session of bitching, gossiping, partying &amp;amp; all that Jazz…… oh! will have to call u back got Diva calling on the other line…… will give u the details later…… bye Sugar”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the end I am just wondering who r they talking about?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sugar”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sweets”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sweetie”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Candy”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Honey”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Babydoll”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Doll”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Babe”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Girl”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sexy”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Foxy” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Cat”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Beautiful”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Gorgeous” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Butterfly”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Diva”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Darling”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hottie”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Deary”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Cutie”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Angel”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can u add more to the list?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-5409967637676625391?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5409967637676625391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=5409967637676625391' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/5409967637676625391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/5409967637676625391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2008/12/terms-of-endearment.html' title='Terms of Endearment'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SU9m4wRRNBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gIdLsndrgBc/s72-c/j0411809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-8304724764393550587</id><published>2008-12-16T22:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:39:05.624+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><title type='text'>Mysteries of Women’s attire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SUfgf4ls1KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aEtM0hGBsNw/s1600-h/n680129049_1572345_3037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SUfgf4ls1KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aEtM0hGBsNw/s200/n680129049_1572345_3037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280435926486275234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Winter is here in &amp;amp; the cold has set in burrrrrr……… &amp;amp; with the wedding &amp;amp; Party circuit in full swing I feel its time to get those warm jackets &amp;amp; cardigans out of mothballs. But I must confess that I am at a total loss when it comes to women’s winter attire …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recently I went of this fabulous Xmas Pre-party in the open with great crowd &amp;amp; even better alcohol. To my amazement it felt as if all the men were dressed for Siberian winter &amp;amp; the women for tropical summers… everywhere u look Corsets, backless dresses, off-shoulder tops &amp;amp; micro mini skirts. Bone chilling Cold winter and all women in skimpy dresses… by what miracle of heating do u manage to evade the chill?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it gallons of Alcohol that r quietly consume when no one is looking?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is chain smoking back in vogue or just a ruse to keep warm?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it the warmth of all those eyes looking at you – men in expectation, women in envy?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do tell all u Fashion Vistas out there…Just how do u do it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-8304724764393550587?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8304724764393550587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=8304724764393550587' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/8304724764393550587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/8304724764393550587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2008/12/mysteries-of-womens-attire_16.html' title='Mysteries of Women’s attire'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SUfgf4ls1KI/AAAAAAAAAJs/aEtM0hGBsNw/s72-c/n680129049_1572345_3037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-7926943277589587849</id><published>2008-12-08T15:35:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:07:46.353+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='public'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><title type='text'>Hate Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/STzxk6_97eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3O_kSm1w7RA/s200/j0438968.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277358479986519522" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is surprising to see the reaction most people are having post the Mumbai attacks… for the last two weeks I have been getting a spate of emails, sms messages &amp;amp; Facebook group invites condemning the recent attacks &amp;amp; offering a variety of measures the government should take to eradicate terrorism:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Impose      Presidential Rule&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Call      in the Army Permanently to petrol the streets&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Track      all movement of suspected Citizens&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Constitute      a independent agency to take action against any suspect (without proof or      reprisal)&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Abolish      the Government – all politicians are our real enemies&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;Give      up the bone of contention – handover of the state of Kashmir to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Should the citizens of a country which is based on Gandhi’s ideals, largest Secular Democracy with constitutional protection to all Minorities resort to this kind of banter?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Taking away the peoples right to Freedom, Elect Representatives, Movement, Speech, Religion, etc… is in my thought unthinkable.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I agree with the thought that the present system is not working and is in need of reform but our best bet is a reform on a social responsibility towards self &amp;amp; other sections of society.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our Loss is nothing compared to the devastation &amp;amp; security lapse faced by the Americans in 9/11. In this time of divided opinions I feel it necessary to seek retrospective…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-7926943277589587849?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/7926943277589587849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=7926943277589587849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/7926943277589587849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/7926943277589587849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2008/12/hate-mail.html' title='Hate Mail'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/STzxk6_97eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3O_kSm1w7RA/s72-c/j0438968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-401307044869724745</id><published>2008-12-02T11:59:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:08:54.274+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='measure'/><title type='text'>Measure of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/STzzbP1AIuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/b2h04pFLlDM/s1600-h/Gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/STzzbP1AIuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/b2h04pFLlDM/s200/Gift.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277360512802235106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was my Brother’s Anniversary today &amp;amp; being the close knit family we are, I felt best wishes were in order:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “Morning Bro, congrats on surviving another year (in your wedding Prison).”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bro: “Thanks Brother, but don’t tell her (my sis-in-law) otherwise she might remember it too.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “What??? Did u not surprise her with a expensive gift early in the morning?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bro: “hey it’s my anniversary too; do you think I will get anything?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me: “Hey the most you can expect is that she let you sleep in the same room tonight if you behave yourself, but consider the consequences if you mess this up. You will have to suffer the repercussions for the rest of the Decade.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bro: “Damn!!! I never knew Love &amp;amp; Happiness was going to be so expensive year after year,”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why is it Men never learn that it is a fact that the more expensive a gift is shows how much of your life’s hard earned money you committing for her happiness &amp;amp; prestige. The more you spend the more you have committed for her special day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Regardless I have noticed this that many women want their men to show their affection in different ways; for some the measure is the latest Louis Vittion Handbag, for some Diamonds are their best friends, for some it’s the time a lavish dinner celebration with all family &amp;amp; friends, a vacation to a place she really wanted to visit, to pick a few……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Think about it what is your measure?……&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-401307044869724745?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/401307044869724745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=401307044869724745' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/401307044869724745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/401307044869724745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2008/12/measure-of-love.html' title='Measure of Love'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/STzzbP1AIuI/AAAAAAAAAJc/b2h04pFLlDM/s72-c/Gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-8106383520784252873</id><published>2008-11-27T10:47:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:10:36.769+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='India'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terrorists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hostage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai'/><title type='text'>Mumbai has its 9/11 – Burns, under Siege &amp; Hostage Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SS5Y3gUW3xI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GGXu2vjYBu4/s1600-h/1_630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SS5Y3gUW3xI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GGXu2vjYBu4/s320/1_630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273249924288798482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On November 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; the citizens of Mumbai got a rude awaking to the grim face of terrorism. Even though this city has had its share of terror attacks – Bomb Blasts – in the past but today it was in the heart of the most secure (VVIP area &amp;amp; the most Posh locality) location, the chief ministers official residence is 100 meters from the area in conflict, Shattering the myth that there are some areas in your neighborhoods that are completely safe &amp;amp; protected from terrorists.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Most Surprising is the live feed you hear of the conversation between the hostage takers &amp;amp; the news anchor crew. From the way the conversation goes you tend to get the idea that these terrorists have no idea what they hope to achieve by their actions.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reporter “How many of you are there?’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Terrorist “There are seven of us”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reporter “why r u doing this?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Terrorist “it is for the cause of our oppressed brothers &amp;amp; sisters everywhere”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reporter “what r you demands?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Terrorist “Release all the Mujahideens (in Indian Jails), and Muslims living in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; should not be troubled”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The point to note is that;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="1"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;They      are not organized&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;They      do not know names of who all are jailed up for their cause&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;They have demands that can not be fulfilled – not with surety&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;They      do not want safe passage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last point is the most crucial as they do not plan to escape or more drastically have no hope of it. A desperate person can resort to desperate measures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel the situation is only going to get worse…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God Bless us All….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-8106383520784252873?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/8106383520784252873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=8106383520784252873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/8106383520784252873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/8106383520784252873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2008/11/mumbai-has-its-911-burns-under-siege.html' title='Mumbai has its 9/11 – Burns, under Siege &amp; Hostage Crisis'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SS5Y3gUW3xI/AAAAAAAAAI8/GGXu2vjYBu4/s72-c/1_630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-978867558267150660</id><published>2008-11-11T15:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:11:55.221+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='persona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='face'/><title type='text'>Different Faces……… Different Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;‘When in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Rome&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; do exactly like Romans do’, have u noticed that v ourselves practice the same from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As an obedient child, an eager student, an interesting friend, a zealous worker, an avid lover, a faithful companion, a dependable father, a dutiful son &amp;amp; an affectionate grandparent. But what is more concerning to me is that sometimes u get so engrossed in who u r supposed to be, that u stop being u……&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like this Girl I know, her workplace persona is sooo rigid that people tend to be wary of her wrath. Her guard is up at all times, a no-nonsense person, which inevitable tends to having very selective friendships and even paltry relationships. Since I do not work with her so this opinion is solely based on feedback from her colleagues, even so she herself has admitted to striving to maintain this illusion as it works well for her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sad part is that is as I got to know her better I realized that this pretentiously monochromatic persona is not who she really is but a far more vibrant &amp;amp; carefree person who wants to live every moment &amp;amp; is quite refreshing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You judge a person before knowing them &amp;amp; when u do get to know they surpass all your expectations &amp;amp; teach you to never to judge a book by its cover.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Has anyone surprised u this way?…… ask yourself&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-978867558267150660?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/978867558267150660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=978867558267150660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/978867558267150660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/978867558267150660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2008/11/different-faces-different-places.html' title='Different Faces……… Different Places'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-5970641211206419905</id><published>2008-11-10T13:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:12:48.518+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><title type='text'>Absolute Bitching Brunch Baba!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another Fabulous Sunday brunch but this time with a Twist..... a queer twist….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On receiving the invitation for a Sunday brunch @ Frescos, I was hesitant at best…. It was graciously extended by one of my close female friends (on whose List of Best Friends I rank a close 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), ironically she never made it to the brunch, blame it on a women’s (read: Beautiful women’s) prerogative to change her mind at the last possible second, reasoning discounted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After much deliberation I decided on keeping the lunch(eon), in my favor was the unlimited Napa Chardonnay @ Rs. 225, which was simply too good an opportunity to pass up coupled with a scrumptious spread of Pastas, Spaghetti &amp;amp; heaps of Pizzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; On reaching there I was greeted by my friends, who by virtue of their lifestyle were dressed immaculately and looked like the beautiful restaurant settings were designed around them to compliment them.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; It was a gamble that paid off well as we spent a lovely 4 hours chatting, gossiping, bitching, reflecting, drinking &amp;amp; feasting, checking out all the Gucci Bags, Jimmy Choo pumps &amp;amp; Diva Jeans. We were so in character that I feel there should have been a separate section for us (people with a sunny disposition).&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Anyways all I can say is that it’s a blast to skip over to the other side from time to time (or at least ponder over the possibility of what can be)…. Get my drift?...... HA Ha ha &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-5970641211206419905?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/5970641211206419905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=5970641211206419905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/5970641211206419905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/5970641211206419905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2008/11/absolute-bitching-brunch-baba-another.html' title='Absolute Bitching Brunch Baba!!!!'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-748465643141872463.post-154036011107587532</id><published>2008-10-31T11:40:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:13:48.818+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='question'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself'/><title type='text'>Looking back on opportunities lost &amp; still to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; it amazing that when you discover that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; after sitting down is How to start your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; being the hardest part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Where do you start your story from? what do you say? who do you say it too? &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;foremost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; what do you write about that will capture the interest &amp;amp; imaginations of Millions of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; worldwide to make your blog the top ranking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hummmm......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All questions to which i found a very satisfactory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;answer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; write your blog for yourself, pretend no one reads it, talk to your conscience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; through your blogs, and the hardest part discard your need for attention &amp;amp; recognition pretending that this blog has only one viewership that really matters is YOU..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/748465643141872463-154036011107587532?l=upkaran.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/feeds/154036011107587532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=748465643141872463&amp;postID=154036011107587532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/154036011107587532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/748465643141872463/posts/default/154036011107587532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upkaran.blogspot.com/2008/10/looking-back-on-opportunities-lost.html' title='Looking back on opportunities lost &amp; still to come'/><author><name>Upkaran Gupta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08907050477461398857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bUH8aKMUeoY/SQqf2R3iWCI/AAAAAAAAAH8/38XtER3b4Cg/S220/Thumbnail+Upkaran.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
