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term='slideshare'/><category term='sharman'/><category term='one-liners'/><category term='plato'/><title type='text'>Ramblings Of A Lost Voyager</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a Personal Space for someone whose in persistent state of Conflict of Sorts. You name it and he has it.
This place can reflect anything or everything that's happening to him or around him. The Author holds no responsibility(what so ever) for his writings or someone else's.

Contradictions n Ironies follow.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Forced Ambitions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16728360645023751509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-5227672211074487524</id><published>2009-05-17T23:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:38:22.186+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lightness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eternalreturn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mainpaldopal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kundera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unbearable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deja-vu'/><title type='text'>Eternal Return</title><content type='html'>Around midnight, sitting alone in my bedroom and listening to "Main Pal Do Pal" on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a thing called "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eternal_return"&gt;Eternal Return&lt;/a&gt;", this would have been my closest encounter with it. This is atleast the third time that this has happened to me, I've had a feeling of deja-vu, while watching that youtube video on my lappy on my bed with no one in my room and I am convinced that some things(if not all) repeat multiple times in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a strange feeling, every time I enter that moment I am instantaneously reminded of all my previous encounters with it and surprisingly that part of my brain that stores this memory, lightens up just like that. I am totally clueless why this happens and what should I do about it. That feeling of being lonely deep down, that missing soul to soul connection is one of the reasons that I know exist. What could be the other reasons for it or what am I supposed to do about it, is what I wonder.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-5227672211074487524?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5227672211074487524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=5227672211074487524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5227672211074487524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5227672211074487524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/05/eternal-return.html' title='Eternal Return'/><author><name>Forced Ambitions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16728360645023751509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-1540835863680632180</id><published>2009-05-17T23:03:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:05:25.890+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyasa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='log'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gurudutt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jane'/><title type='text'>Jane woh Kaise log the</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGrG2rj_pr4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGrG2rj_pr4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-1540835863680632180?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1540835863680632180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=1540835863680632180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1540835863680632180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1540835863680632180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/05/jane-woh-kaise-log.html' title='Jane woh Kaise log the'/><author><name>Forced Ambitions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16728360645023751509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8102685082645254984</id><published>2009-05-17T21:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:38:49.150+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='touch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communicationgap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Out of touch, out of share ?</title><content type='html'>Whether we like it or not, we all tend to share things first with our immediate/active circle(of friends) before inactive or slightly inactive(out of touch) one irrespective of whome we are closer too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might sound simple and obvious but it never fails to make me think, what does this mean and if this is a good thing etc. This means that if you are not in touch(regular) with your best friend or very close friend at some point in time and you feel like sharing something then you'll reach out for someone whose in touch with you(meets you, talks to you more often) instead of that close/best friend whose not in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, does it happen with everyone ?   Secondly, what do you think about it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8102685082645254984?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8102685082645254984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8102685082645254984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8102685082645254984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8102685082645254984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/05/out-of-touch-out-of-share.html' title='Out of touch, out of share ?'/><author><name>Forced Ambitions</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16728360645023751509</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8516638909154065746</id><published>2009-05-10T12:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:17:35.230+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><title type='text'>Google Mother's Day Logo</title><content type='html'>Love Google's Mother's Day Logo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SgZ5EDepzSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OyLl2eMbIWw/s1600-h/google_mothers_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334083919227243810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SgZ5EDepzSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OyLl2eMbIWw/s320/google_mothers_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8516638909154065746?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8516638909154065746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8516638909154065746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8516638909154065746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8516638909154065746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/05/google-mothers-day-logo.html' title='Google Mother&apos;s Day Logo'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SgZ5EDepzSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OyLl2eMbIWw/s72-c/google_mothers_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8478030253999424246</id><published>2009-05-01T15:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:11:58.528+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refund'/><title type='text'>Humor @ Durex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SfrDfXedCqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6g-GC6PsxgI/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SfrDfXedCqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6g-GC6PsxgI/s320/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330788052591512226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8478030253999424246?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8478030253999424246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8478030253999424246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8478030253999424246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8478030253999424246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/05/humor-durex.html' title='Humor @ Durex'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SfrDfXedCqI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6g-GC6PsxgI/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-4040043815709176648</id><published>2009-04-24T22:59:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:35:38.199+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danceworx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proprioception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muscle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musclememory'/><title type='text'>Proprioception: Knowing where you are</title><content type='html'>"Proprioception is a distinct sensory modality that provides feedback solely on the status of the body internally. It is the sense that indicates whether the body is moving with required effort, as well as where the various parts of the body are located in relation to each other. " - Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into this term while reading "The man who mistook his wife for a hat" and it some how caught up with me and is still stuck in my head. "Muscle Memory" as people commonly refer to it, is basically the sense that tells the mind the exact position of various body parts and what's their movement status. While we all hear of this term "muscle memory" numerous times and in all sorts of situations, we don't think too highly of it. Easily taken for granted like most other functionality that are powered by our brain, it's extremely helpful in being where we are and even a small damage to it can leave us in a sordid state. It could be painful situation when your brain doesn't know where a body part exactly is, to understand what I mean imagine that you have to look down at your feet while moving to see where/how they are or if you don't see any body part and try to control it, it just might be hanging vaguely or twisted in a painful position or something scarier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a student of Jazz dance for quite some time now(in my second stint), the total duration has been about a year or so now. One of the things we've been told from day one is to walk/dance(maybe sit, stand and even sleep) with your stomach pulled in (not relaxed and all over the place). Superficially speaking it's just about pulling your stomach but there's more to proprioception then just that. The point is that if you keep your body parts in a position for long enough, the brain will learn their new positions/locations and after some practice they will be the new default position for those parts. It's surprising how unaware we are about our body posture/parts and their default states. Unless someone points to us specifically we don't realize if our stomach is relaxed, or our shoulders are loose or hips are hanging(forgive the dx lingo) or worse the back(bone) isn't straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discovering your body is a beautiful experience. It's a journey only a few lucky people get to take and being aware of where you are in space and what's good/bad about it, how can you align them to stay fit,look good etc is a truely great feeling. It's one of my many learnings at Danceworx, being aware of how exactly is your body aligned/placed as you do certain things. Stopping in middle of things to check what's the location/position of various body parts and how they should be instead. While other things will come and go, this vision of seeing your body as it is, is one of the wonderful things that I've experienced and learned, and I wish to carry this with me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you observe your body enough to understand it ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-4040043815709176648?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4040043815709176648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=4040043815709176648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4040043815709176648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4040043815709176648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/04/proprioception-knowing-where-you-are.html' title='Proprioception: Knowing where you are'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-5050077148404780653</id><published>2009-04-06T21:51:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-06T23:16:34.128+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>The Expectation Trap</title><content type='html'>For as long as I can remember I have this strange problem of expecting people(especially close friends) to do things in a way I would have done had I been in their place. Needless to say I've been disappointed more times than I remember or can count. On the face of it, it's not that big a deal to expect people to act in the way I would have acted had I been in their position, for ex: I need some help from close friend in a particular situation, then I would expect that close friend to help me to the extent in which I would have helped in had he been in my position but trust me, it's really a great deal(full of disappointments).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get particularly fed up when people(read friends) fall way short of expectations and behave in the most weirdest of ways. Add to this the fact that through most of my life I've given equal(almost) importance to my friends and family but many a times I have felt let down upon. Maybe it happens with everyone but I certainly have had my share of such experiences. Be it closest of your friends or people who met you somewhere on the crossroads of life and happened to get along enough to hang out for few months or years. The sad bit being I am not yet able to identify any pattern in this and thus have run into such situations again and again. I hope I am not this way to anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last two months have been really hard for me, harder than anything I've ever been through and I expected people around me, especially those that matter to have behaved in a certain way but I have no qualms in accepting that I've been hugely disappointed. Barring a couple odd people, most people have let me(and my expectations) down to the extent that now I regret spending the time I spent with them. I am cool about all other things but the time I spent(read wasted) on them, hanging out with them, listening 'em out and if needed offering a helping hand in their hour of need(or breakup as in many cases).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I might sound over critical and rude but more often than not people suck at communicating. They just can't communicate. I still don't understand how can people be like that. Some of my supposedly good friends either didn't call me to ask how are things or did it just once/twice in the span of 60 days and only I know what did I got to hear from those who did.&lt;br /&gt;It was a surprising(which might be and I hope too it's wrong) realization that people are way too out of world to handle crisis like situations because of limitations in which they see things and how they approach them(within a restricted realm of possibilities).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sharing the above mentioned with a dear friend I was told that it all depends on the type of individual, some people who are helpful and likes will be supportive, caring etc with all their friends alike(irrespective of who spends more time with time) while those who aren't, will be the same i.e at a superficial level. It sounds like a logical thing to me and I guess that's the case but if that's the case 1) why didn't I realize those people are like that and 2) I don't think I need more people of that kind in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: If you can't lower your expectations, lower the number of people who fall in the area of expectation to lessen disappointments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-5050077148404780653?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5050077148404780653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=5050077148404780653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5050077148404780653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5050077148404780653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/04/expectation-trap.html' title='The Expectation Trap'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-4942502599104557945</id><published>2009-03-22T13:47:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:17:51.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><title type='text'>Friends First ?</title><content type='html'>It's a fairly common(and apparently logical) belief that two people who share an intimate relationship(affair, marriage etc) should be friends first and lovers later. The premise being  "It's important to connect as friends first(sharing, caring) and getting comfortable before going a level higher i.e Love". While it sounds like an ideal thing it's not really as good as it sounds especially if taken literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my personal experiences and observations of people around I've learned that one(especially guys) should never really become friend friend with their girls and instead be boyfriend friend. Sounds confusing ? Ok, let me clear it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start of most relationships there has to be a different way of approaching things especially between two same aged people of opposite sex. It requires both to be frank, honest, understanding, accommodating, caring and so on. It's not only like putting your best foot(read nature) forward but in some cases also portraying traits that aren't even remotely yours. Getting back to the main point, guys somehow know that they have to be a girl's friend before being her boyfriend and that's what they start being. While there's nothing wrong with this approach but like most medicines the dosage needs to be precise to avoid its side effects i.e you have to be a friend only to the extent that the situation(or girl) requires and not over do it. When a guy starts being more and more friend like in order to either impress her or try and be a more mature, caring, understanding guy(maybe in his own eyes only) he starts loosing it all together for reasons and is more often than not being taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's human nature to stretch things until some signs of cracks start appearing. To put things in context for example if the girl you are trying to woo starts talking about her ex(or ex's) with you and you like a good boy that you are actively listen and participate in discussions. Not that it's wrong or anything but it BEWARE: UNLESS YOU PUT A FULL STOP OR SHOW THAT YOU DON'T REALLY APPRECIATE IT, GIRLS WILL NEVER REALIZE HOW DETRIMENTAL THIS IS(OR COULD BE) TO YOUR RELATIONSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While being understanding (and showing it) is good, here also if you try to understand everything like it's your duty(or that's what love is all about) you are in for some trouble. Because unless you are truly great you pot of patience and understanding will start overflowing and you'll end up feeling bad because you feel your partner doesn't really understand you and is only concerned about his/her convenience and priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen use and abuse of "friends first" in many cases with each one different from the previous one. From what I've gathered, it's perfectly OK(if not good) if you are friends with your lover to just to an extent and not in totality. It's ok if you tell her/him to not talk about this/that(read past relationships) too much. It's ok if you tell her/him to not get too friendly with x,y or z etc etc because from my observations people who rather than waiting for their patience, understanding to reach their threshold tell their partners much earlier what's cool and what's not cool with them end up fairing better than those who don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-4942502599104557945?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4942502599104557945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=4942502599104557945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4942502599104557945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4942502599104557945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends-first.html' title='Friends First ?'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-272929001219549280</id><published>2009-01-10T15:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:27:05.546+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolutions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Back with a bang</title><content type='html'>I know I've been really irregular at blogging but trust me I am trying to change this and hopefully you will be seeing a lot more of me in times to come. This, incidentally is also one of my new year's resolutions. Yes, I still believe in resolutions and shit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've often wondered, how come there isn't even a single post about or around sex on this blog despite it's sexy title ? This too shall change soon and to get things going, here's the link to an interesting and informative website I stumbled upon recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this &lt;a href="http://www.sexinfo101.com/"&gt;out&lt;/a&gt; and tell me how you found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-272929001219549280?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/272929001219549280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=272929001219549280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/272929001219549280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/272929001219549280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-with-bang.html' title='Back with a bang'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-4639781690421445362</id><published>2008-12-01T15:57:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T20:41:35.515+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chitrangada'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanjay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry bhai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bhai'/><title type='text'>Sorry Bhai</title><content type='html'>Off late I've been watching newly released Bollywood flicks pretty regularly. This Saturday I went for a film that I was awaiting for quite some time, "Sorry Bhai". The moment I got to know Chitrangada was starring in the film, I knew I had to watch it. Ever since I saw "Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi", I've been a huge fan of Chitrangada Singh and Sorry Bhai marks her return to Bollywood after a brief hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0994603/"&gt;Onir Anirban&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chitrangada_Singh"&gt;Chitrangada Singh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sharman_Joshi"&gt;Sharman Joshi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sanjaysuri.com/"&gt;Sanjay Suri&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boman_Irani"&gt;Boman Irani&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shabana_Azmi"&gt;Shabana Azmi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMDB Rating&lt;/span&gt;: 7.3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Rating&lt;/span&gt;: 3.75/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While writing about a film I intentionally don't share the plot as I feel it kinda kills the suspense and fun. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry Bhai&lt;/span&gt;" has a very eclectic cast and this is one of the reasons it managed to attract a decent audience to the theaters without much publicity and buzz. Onir of "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Brother Nikhil&lt;/span&gt;" fame manages to pick yet another difficult(emotionally) plot and handle it well without loosing touch with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances were very good all across the cast. I particularly loved the roles  played by Shabana and Boman, they make a wonderfully cute couple and have excellent on screen presence/chemistry. Sharman might not fit your image of a physicist/scientist but he plays the role convinsingly and is particularly good at comic timings. Chitrangada is apt for the role of a passionate women who wants to live life to the fullest and doesn't want to be tied down by others version of right and wrong. Sanjay does his bit in the film flawlessly with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am sure most others in the theater and outside wouldn't have liked it but the fact that the film ended with what might not be a typical man's happy ending gave me another reason to love it. It's a cross over film in the sense that it brings out in open a certain type of relationships/affairs which most wouldn't like acknowledging leave alone accepting or approving . The way the people with whom I had gone to watch the film reacted to this confirmed my belief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cinematography was quite nice and the script well written but Editing is something that didn't go down well with me or for that matter people who were sitting around. When a random guy from the crowd says "film beech beech mein kaati hui hai kya", there's something wrong. The transitions from one scene to another were abrupt and rough especially during the middle half(when Chitrangada and Sharman, were out for a walk with Shabana following them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things that made me raise eyebrows&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) An AIEEE physics book on the desk of a physicist/scientist&lt;br /&gt;2) The film goes back 11 years and shows Sharman driving a swift.&lt;br /&gt;3) I am not sure if stock market blues were that prevalent/feared of 11 years back.&lt;br /&gt;4) According to me the physicist/scientist aspect of Sharman wasn't established that strongly, in fact I guess the same goes for Sanjay too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved if the film went a bit more deep(real life like) about how the trio entangled in love felt about the surprise discovery. There are(according me) various facets of that situation which I would have loved had they been dealt with in the film. All in all its a nice film, worth watching for lots of reason comedy and a different and bold, well dealt with plot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-4639781690421445362?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4639781690421445362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=4639781690421445362' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4639781690421445362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4639781690421445362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/12/sorry-bhai.html' title='Sorry Bhai'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-4517789133053706491</id><published>2008-09-28T15:25:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:34:09.601+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frienships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='secondary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='backup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fallback'/><title type='text'>Secondary Affairs aka Fallback Relationships</title><content type='html'>I've always been inclined to categorize relationships people share,like the one here &lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/02/desperate-relationships.html"&gt;Desperate Relationships&lt;/a&gt;. Relationships would arguably one of the most complex forms of social interaction as a LOT goes into getting them started and even more to keep them going. Many a times people who are into relationships don't on the surface know why they got into it, why they are still in it and if they are getting what they had in mind before getting in. Relationships here include Friendships too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the categorizes I put relationships into are a result of my own imagination so don't be surprised if Google doesn't offer more on these categories :) &lt;br /&gt;I've been observing quite a few relationships around me for some time and have reached a conclusion that having "secondary affairs or fallback/backup relationships" has caught up lately. I doubt if things were this way sometime back.To get some context lets consider a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A girl doing her Post Grads and in a serious relationship(plans to get married) with a guy for a couple of years is great friends with another guy and shares things with him that she doesn't/cannot share with her boyfriend. Not only this on the physical plane they share mutual attraction towards each other(just short of the first step) but they aren't in a regular touch and the frequency of their contact depends on how her relationship is going with her boyfriend. Her Boyfriend doesn't have a clue about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) A Casanova in his early twenties despite having numerous flings hasn't let go of a girl who loves him. He sets aside some time and space for her on a regular basis. This has been going on for some years now and should unless someone decides to take a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) A married women who can share things with another friend that she can't even think of sharing with her Husband. Every time she has an emotional low she runs to him(think Emotional whore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Heard on FM: A married lady with a kid has got into relationship with a guy because he stimulates her intellectually more than her husband. She still loves her husband and gives some time(and other things off course) to this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These relationships have attributes of what can be called 'extra marital affairs', 'two timing' etc but the main point being that people are in not necessarily for their carnal desires and they don't want to let go of the secondary affairs because they know in some senses these relationships are a surprise ingredient in their primary relationships and thus the success of one is kinda dependent on the presence/success of other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some attributes of a secondary affair could be&lt;br /&gt;1) Emotional/Intellectual/Physical backup&lt;br /&gt;2) The subject chooses to keep the details to him/herself and his/her partner is for most parts unaware about the comfort/chemistry he/she shares in this other relationship.&lt;br /&gt;3) The time and effort that goes into these relationships is quite less as to some extent both parties know how it fits into their scheme of things and probably that's why they look so attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What people fail to realize in the "cushion effect" of secondary relationships is that they are instead of working on the problem and making effort in a lasting solution are opting for an easy way out and a solution that can be temporary at best and might cause more harm than good. Having said that I am afraid but I see more of these affairs/relationships in times to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-4517789133053706491?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4517789133053706491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=4517789133053706491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4517789133053706491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4517789133053706491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/09/secondary-affairs-aka-fallback.html' title='Secondary Affairs aka Fallback Relationships'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-1560302981223764173</id><published>2008-09-14T11:08:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-14T12:50:27.413+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carl jung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><title type='text'>The Love Problem of A Student - Part One</title><content type='html'>By a stroke of fate I ended up spotting, buying &amp; reading Carl Jung's  &lt;br /&gt;"Aspects of the Feminine". Ever since I began reading it I've been completely lost in the ideas/thoughts presented in it and feel like spending more time wandering in those deep thoughts of human psyche. What follows below is an attempt for the same by quoting some of the ideas from a chapter titled "The Love Problem of A Student" which can serve as bookmark for the thoughts presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Love is a force of destiny whose power reaches from heaven to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bone of contention here is Love problem involving a student, what causes it and what becomes of it because unlike love between two adults marriage is not the socially/morally apt solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The discussion starts from the fact that why child marriages(marriage between two students) isn't particularly good. The most obvious reasons being lack of social, financial &amp; psychological maturity and some practical problems concerning parents education and livelihood and child's upbringing. Since having children by a child marriage is not the best thing the discussion wanders to the importance of having children in a marriage and how they act like a cement between parents and prevent them to think on a purely individualistic/selfish terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting aspect of the whole discussion is the effect puberty and sexual maturity has on boys and girls. While in girls the sexual maturity comes gradually with time in boys there's an outburst of sexuality around onset of puberty but on the contrary the psychological maturity comes earlier to girls as compared to the boys of same age. "He now has the sexuality of a grown man with the soul of a child" quotes Jung.On the other hand most women get in touch with their sexuality much later and at times by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Often the flood of obscene fantasies and smutty talk with schoolfellows pour like a torrent of dirty water over all his delicate and childish feelings, sometimes smothering them forever. Unexpected moral conflicts arise, temptations of every description lie in wait for him and weave themselves into fantasies. The psychic assimilation of the sexual complex causes him the greatest difficulties though he may not be conscious of its existence. The onset of puberty also brings about considerable changes in his metabolism as can be seen from the pimples and acne that so often afflict adolescents. The psyche is disturbed in a similar manner and thrown off its balance. At this age the young man is full of illusions, which are always a sign of psychic disequilibrium. They make stability and maturity of judgment impossible.His tastes, his interests, his plans alter fitfully.He can suddenly fall head over heels in love with a girl, and a fortnight later he cannot conceive how anything of that sort could have happened to him. He is so riddled with illusions that he actually needs those mistakes to make him conscious of his own taste and individual judgment. He is still experimenting with life, and must experiment with it in order to learn how to judge things correctly. Hence there are very few men who have not had sexual experiences of some kind before they are married. During puberty it is mostly  homosexual experiences, and these are much more common than is generally admitted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving ahead the author says heterosexual experiences come later and are not always beautiful. Because of the sexual complex, sexuality is reduced to animal play with no psychological distinctions thus just about any women will do. Author further warns us not to draw conclusions about a man's character based on this, however many experiences of this kind bring negative influences to the personality of the concerned.&lt;br /&gt;"The result is that though the man in question is outwardly a respectable citizen, inwardly he is prey to sexual fantasies of the lowest kind, or else he represses them and on some festive occasion they come leaping to the surface in their primitive form, much to the astonishment of the unsuspecting wife--assuming, of course, that she notices what is going on. A frequent accompaniment is premature coldness towards the wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the thoughts put forward by the author and I could relate A LOT to them. Could you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next part would cover college-love affairs, how they effect personalities of those involved and the case with a student being involved with an older person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-1560302981223764173?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1560302981223764173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=1560302981223764173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1560302981223764173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1560302981223764173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-problem-of-student-part-one.html' title='The Love Problem of A Student - Part One'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-828903363881888733</id><published>2008-06-06T13:58:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:46:56.739+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anchors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow journalism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogpost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>We are all actors and news channels our stage !!</title><content type='html'>The following post is meant to be a participant in the ongoing &lt;a href="http://2matosaambaar.blogspot.com/2008/06/yellow-journalism.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Journalism&lt;/a&gt; game and shouldn't be taken seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when people use to frequent theaters to watch&lt;br /&gt;stage plays but ever since "Ekta Kapoor" catapulted on the stage&lt;br /&gt;and charmed people into watching her serials things have changed, &lt;br /&gt;changed like never before. It's an Acting/TV renaissance as all&lt;br /&gt;the actors have taken acting more seriously and everyone is&lt;br /&gt;now getting under the skin of the character to show their acting&lt;br /&gt;prowess to the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this paradigm shift was taking place some amateur actors&lt;br /&gt;who couldn't find work neither in theaters nor in the soaps&lt;br /&gt;thought of teaming up with the near by lala(who apparently&lt;br /&gt;made it big by selling adulterated ) and decided to create &lt;br /&gt;"24 hour hindi news channels" to prove their acting talent&lt;br /&gt;to the world and give a purpose to their otherwise slightly&lt;br /&gt;unrewarding n not so socially responsible lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that started the wave of actors donning the anchor's hat&lt;br /&gt;and presenting oops acting news on camera, not just by modulating&lt;br /&gt;their tones but by changing the backdrops, playing suitable &lt;br /&gt;background scores and wearing costumes to suit the news item&lt;br /&gt;relayed. Don't believe me ? OK have a look the image below&lt;br /&gt;in which the anchors are enacting the "unfamous Gujjar Protests"&lt;br /&gt;for reservations in "Scheduled Tribes" category in their style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SEkTCmrjN9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/gEQI7AXSdZc/s1600-h/brazil_tribe_786.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SEkTCmrjN9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/gEQI7AXSdZc/s320/brazil_tribe_786.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208715379494565842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again this post is meant to be taken lightly.&lt;br /&gt;More stories here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2matosaambaar.blogspot.com/2008/06/worlds-most-simple-language.html"&gt;kaa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chasingframes.wordpress.com/2008/06/04/better_have_some_footage/"&gt;supreet&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.desinerd.com/blog/story/story-big-bird/"&gt;dipankar&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://things-in-my-mind.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-magan-and-i-were-discussing-state-of.html"&gt;amit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-828903363881888733?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/828903363881888733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=828903363881888733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/828903363881888733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/828903363881888733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-are-all-actors-and-news-channels-our.html' title='We are all actors and news channels our stage !!'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SEkTCmrjN9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/gEQI7AXSdZc/s72-c/brazil_tribe_786.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-7416343262100981874</id><published>2008-05-25T15:13:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-27T01:36:49.050+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empowerment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tehelka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q and A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indianyouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychologies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Psychologies</title><content type='html'>I am particularly fond of a Q/A section in Tehelka by the&lt;br /&gt;same name. In this post I'll try to answer the questions&lt;br /&gt;asked in the latest issue of Tehelka(31st May) for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q1)&lt;/span&gt; What do you miss most about childhood ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A1)&lt;/span&gt; Relaxed and easy paced life, not worrying much about &lt;br /&gt;things other than studies. Simple thinking with less&lt;br /&gt;responsibilities and less facades. Back then I had more time&lt;br /&gt;and less things to do, these days its just the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was physically more active then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q2)&lt;/span&gt; What makes you glad that you're at this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A2)&lt;/span&gt; I can take all sorts of decisions for myself. I am&lt;br /&gt;financially independent and understand things at&lt;br /&gt;a much deeper level then what I could even imagine during&lt;br /&gt;my childhood. Also, that I understand myself better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q3)&lt;/span&gt; What kind of people repel you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A3)&lt;/span&gt; People who crib too much about things without really&lt;br /&gt;making any efforts to change things. People who exploit &lt;br /&gt;the weak and less fortunate. Most politicians and lastly&lt;br /&gt;those who are extremely materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q4)&lt;/span&gt; What is the biggest dilemma you have faced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A4)&lt;/span&gt; Biggest dilemma that I've faced and still continue&lt;br /&gt;to face would be "what would be the perfect way to lead the second&lt;br /&gt;innings of my life and how to go about it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q5)&lt;/span&gt; So what do you think of marriage now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A5)&lt;/span&gt; Firstly not everyone is supposed to get married and &lt;br /&gt;secondly I feel those who decide to get married should&lt;br /&gt;be mentally prepared to give what it takes to make it a&lt;br /&gt;success. Its much much difficult than it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q6)&lt;/span&gt; So would you prefer a live-in relationship to marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A6)&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm.. No, I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q7)&lt;/span&gt; What would you change about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A7)&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to be in control of myself a bit more both emotionally&lt;br /&gt;and spiritually. Also, be a better time manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q8)&lt;/span&gt; What do you think of the Indian youth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A8)&lt;/span&gt; Indian youth is going through a phase of self-discovery and&lt;br /&gt;exposure to a bit too many things in very less time and&lt;br /&gt;this era of "Instant Gratification" is taking its toll too. I feel&lt;br /&gt;they need to think a bit about the things that they don't think&lt;br /&gt;at all about to make better sense of things around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q9)&lt;/span&gt; What about the man-woman divide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A9)&lt;/span&gt; It's unfortunate that there still exists this divide in&lt;br /&gt;many parts of the country but I hope with time and efforts&lt;br /&gt;that are going in this direction things will be better in&lt;br /&gt;future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q10)&lt;/span&gt; So you think women are less empowered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A10)&lt;/span&gt; If I look around then I don't think so but yes in general&lt;br /&gt;I feel they are. While I feel they should be more empowered&lt;br /&gt;at the same time I hope they don't loose touch their real/true&lt;br /&gt;self on the path to empowerment and post it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Q11)&lt;/span&gt; What would you never change about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A11)&lt;/span&gt; *thinking*........&lt;br /&gt;Giving some quality time to myself and those close to me.&lt;br /&gt;The habit of thinking a lot and without bounds. My observant&lt;br /&gt;nature and ability to not loose cool in most situations and &lt;br /&gt;lastly being able to act irresponsibly and kiddish whenever the&lt;br /&gt;situation permits me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to tag the following to answer the above mentioned&lt;br /&gt;questions .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://exaltedsoul.blogspot.com/"&gt;Faded_Glory&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://2matosaambaar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kaa&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://purpleguava.blogspot.com/"&gt;Smriti&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sanjukta.wordpress.com/"&gt;Sanjukta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-7416343262100981874?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/7416343262100981874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=7416343262100981874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/7416343262100981874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/7416343262100981874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/05/psychologies.html' title='Psychologies'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-1765189416728479506</id><published>2008-05-24T01:04:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-24T11:51:32.274+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7DinLadkiIn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flirting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone-friends'/><title type='text'>7 Din, Ladki IN..</title><content type='html'>This post intends to share experiences of a friend with&lt;br /&gt;some girl over the last week and shouldn't be taken too&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started about two weeks back @CCD when this 25 years&lt;br /&gt;old friend of mine decided its high time that he's &lt;br /&gt;single(not to suggest that he was single all this while)&lt;br /&gt;and he should get a girl in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since this friend is more offline person than online&lt;br /&gt;(unlike ME) he took one of the few/common ways of &lt;br /&gt;approaching a new girl i.e by taking a couple of phone &lt;br /&gt;numbers from another friend and started smsing them. &lt;br /&gt;Though I don't have the details I presume something of&lt;br /&gt;this sort must've happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st SMS --&gt; some random kinda cute, friendship wala forward&lt;br /&gt;1st reply --&gt; who r u ? do i knw u ?&lt;br /&gt;2nd SMS --&gt; hmm..I am xyz, I kinda know you though you &lt;br /&gt;don't blah-blah&lt;br /&gt;2nd reply --&gt; how did you get my number ?&lt;br /&gt;3rd SMS --&gt; from here starts the 20-20 of lies, flattery,&lt;br /&gt;exaggeration, flirting and God knows what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So luckily this friend was able to clear(easily) the screening&lt;br /&gt;round as the girl in question gave her a call back after a&lt;br /&gt;few smses but to ensure she doesn't look easy in anyway she &lt;br /&gt;insisted on knowing how the guy got her number which to anyone&lt;br /&gt;whose familiar with this game knows is often a superficial &lt;br /&gt;concern which still needs to be replied however vaguely in &lt;br /&gt;order for the talks to proceed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I'll tell you how I got your number but not now,maybe &lt;br /&gt;when we meet up for lunch" .Yes this and trust me I've seen &lt;br /&gt;it work quite often. In most cases successfully evading this&lt;br /&gt;question for the first two conversations is the best answer&lt;br /&gt;because after that when both people are in the process of &lt;br /&gt;knowing each other it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 and  3 sees them talking a couple of times once in morning&lt;br /&gt;and again in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 and 5 sees the evening talks stretch to night, and its &lt;br /&gt;obvious that once you start talking to someone late in the night&lt;br /&gt;the game changes which changes with it the content of talks &lt;br /&gt;which sooner or later will come down to SEX. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I particularly found surprising was the fact that when it&lt;br /&gt;started off the girl was in commanding position. I have to go &lt;br /&gt;now, I am busy lets talk later etc etc and in just 5 days the&lt;br /&gt;positions have been swapped. I vividly remember day before &lt;br /&gt;yesterday the guy had to literally plead to keep the phone down&lt;br /&gt;in order to have his dinner, she agreed only after the guy &lt;br /&gt;promised to call her after exactly 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I saw yesternight was toh amazing. The guy was supposed&lt;br /&gt;to call at night but forgot so the girl called up 1ish but the &lt;br /&gt;guy was too tired to talk so requested if he could sleep NO came&lt;br /&gt;in the reply. I was incidentally spending my night at his place&lt;br /&gt;and had a really hard time waking him up after every 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;of lull while still on phone and surprisingly every time he woke&lt;br /&gt;up a bit to resume the conversation with a characteristic "hmmm"&lt;br /&gt;the girl was there(probably talking). Finally the guy woke up, &lt;br /&gt;munched something and moved to another room and came back after&lt;br /&gt;an hour smiling looking more tired but satisfied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-1765189416728479506?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1765189416728479506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=1765189416728479506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1765189416728479506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1765189416728479506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/05/7-din-ladki-in.html' title='7 Din, Ladki IN..'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8117879703193346131</id><published>2008-05-24T00:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-24T00:20:19.682+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIMYM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot-crazy scale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how I met your mother'/><title type='text'>The Hot-Crazy Scale !!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite scenes from "How I Met Your Mother".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally buy this funda and feel its common place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYrZSjpiIK4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYrZSjpiIK4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8117879703193346131?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8117879703193346131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8117879703193346131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8117879703193346131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8117879703193346131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot-crazy-scale.html' title='The Hot-Crazy Scale !!'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8716604934126659504</id><published>2008-05-09T15:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:23:17.622+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habitatfilmfestival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHC'/><title type='text'>3rd Habitat Film Festival</title><content type='html'>IHC's film club is organizing 3rd Habitat Film Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival spans across 12 days(till 18th May 08) and will include lots of&lt;br /&gt;regional films and a retrospective on "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sudhir_Mishra"&gt;Sudhir Mishra&lt;/a&gt;" of &lt;br /&gt;"Hazaaron Khwaishen Aisi" fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two films will be screened in the evenings on weekedays &lt;br /&gt;and four films will be screened on the weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can checkout the schedule here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.habitatfilmclub.com/filmcalendar.asp"&gt;http://www.habitatfilmclub.com/filmcalendar.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entry is supposedly free and tickets are available at the venue itself.&lt;br /&gt;You can also expect some celebrities there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at IHC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8716604934126659504?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8716604934126659504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8716604934126659504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8716604934126659504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8716604934126659504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/05/3rd-habitat-film-festival.html' title='3rd Habitat Film Festival'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2004194866018359126</id><published>2008-04-14T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:36:13.814+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rahulbose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaurya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaykaymenon'/><title type='text'>Shaurya</title><content type='html'>Rahul Bose &amp; Kay Kay Menon together and I was easily convinced&lt;br /&gt;that Shaurya deserves a watch in theaters despite being told that&lt;br /&gt;its Copied(or nicely put Inspired) from "A Few Good Men".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Minutes or at max 15 minutes into the film I began feeling &lt;br /&gt;out of place and started looking everywhere but the screen. Then&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded of what I had read on Twitter "2nd half is good",&lt;br /&gt;this gave me the patience and strength to wait for the second &lt;br /&gt;half without thinking/caring too much about the first which took&lt;br /&gt;its own sweet time, shabby acting and some supposedly heavy&lt;br /&gt;dialogues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minissha Lambha whom from the begining of film I found cute alas&lt;br /&gt;couldn't garner another compliment. Jaaved Jaaferi too didn't&lt;br /&gt;strike any chord with his performance. Some nice landscape shots,&lt;br /&gt;a couple totally uncalled for songs and some weak drama later the&lt;br /&gt;film begins. Film that I wish had started some 100 mins or so back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled with loopholes, weak script and screenplay Shaurya reduced&lt;br /&gt;some great actors and a great film to nothingness(add almost as a&lt;br /&gt;consolation). Wondering why weren't KK's dialogues for most of his&lt;br /&gt;role even half as good as those towards the end.Wondering was &lt;br /&gt;Rahul in the film just to fulfill his childhood dream to don the &lt;br /&gt;uniform and walk the corridors in it ? What made the director &lt;br /&gt;think that Mini can deliver serious dialogues n look worthy of &lt;br /&gt;some seriousness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I feel a situation like this is a rare possibility in the&lt;br /&gt;forces I'll still give some marks to the story and some marks to&lt;br /&gt;the closing scene as well, without which it would have been &lt;br /&gt;impossible for Shaurya to score a 2.5/5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-2004194866018359126?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2004194866018359126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=2004194866018359126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2004194866018359126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2004194866018359126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/04/shaurya.html' title='Shaurya'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-1610276891469533427</id><published>2008-04-14T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:26:36.476+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justinesane'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stripper'/><title type='text'>The way to a Stripper's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://justinesane.com/?p=103"&gt;http://justinesane.com/?p=103&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-1610276891469533427?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1610276891469533427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=1610276891469533427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1610276891469533427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1610276891469533427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/04/way-to-strippers-heart.html' title='The way to a Stripper&apos;s Heart'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2273434310090975738</id><published>2008-04-13T03:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:35:41.583+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tom ribbins'/><title type='text'>Awesome Quote</title><content type='html'>“When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Ribbins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-2273434310090975738?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2273434310090975738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=2273434310090975738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2273434310090975738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2273434310090975738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/04/somethings-missing.html' title='Awesome Quote'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-6512179001419788655</id><published>2008-03-12T12:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:34:43.125+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one-liners'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneliners'/><title type='text'>Awesome One Liners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm a simple man with complex tastes&lt;/span&gt; - Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Is it a right to remain ignorant?&lt;/span&gt; - Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'm just very selective about the reality I choose to accept&lt;/span&gt; - Calvin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-6512179001419788655?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6512179001419788655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=6512179001419788655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6512179001419788655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6512179001419788655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/03/awesome-one-liners.html' title='Awesome One Liners'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-6505245375873052988</id><published>2008-03-07T12:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:00:53.132+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>logic in emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feelings are not supposed to be logical. &lt;br /&gt;Dangerous is the man who has rationalized his emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David Borenstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome quote and great thought behind it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-6505245375873052988?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6505245375873052988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=6505245375873052988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6505245375873052988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6505245375873052988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/03/logic-in-emotions.html' title='logic in emotions'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2375436633190942742</id><published>2008-02-29T12:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:12:44.725+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='documentary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quantum physics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtbdwk?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quantum mechanics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the bleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphysics'/><title type='text'>What the Bleep should we know ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who are we ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do we come from ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are we here ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the classic questions that have perplexed the thinkers&lt;br /&gt;since time immemorial.Not just the thinkers almost everyone has&lt;br /&gt;(or will) come across these questions, while some choose to skip&lt;br /&gt;them in no time, some ponder over them for most of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Asking yourself these deeper questions opens up new ways of&lt;br /&gt;being in the world.&lt;br /&gt;It brings in a breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;It makes life more joyful.                &lt;br /&gt;The real trick to life is not to be in the known ...&lt;br /&gt;but be in the mystery."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you are wondering what's going on here lemme give you&lt;br /&gt;some context, I happened to watch no wait I made myself watch&lt;br /&gt;this documentary titled "What the Bleep do we know?" that was&lt;br /&gt;gifted to me long back by a film maker friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the only film after "Waking Life" reviewed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/03/waking-life.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; that got me to sit back and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This post is a non-critical take on the documentary&lt;br /&gt;and tries to highlight what we can take home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film takes us through a journey of Quantum Mechanics,&lt;br /&gt;Consciousness, Reality, God, Emotions, Time Travel and more.&lt;br /&gt;WTBDWK would easily be one of the most controversial piece of&lt;br /&gt;cinema I've seen. What follows are the things that clicked with&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why do we keep re-creating the same reality?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we keep having the same relationships?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we keep getting the same jobs...                &lt;br /&gt;over and over again?               &lt;br /&gt;In this infinite sea of potentials that exist around us...                &lt;br /&gt;how come we keep re-creating the same realities?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question that comes next to our mind is&lt;br /&gt;"Are we affecting the world of reality that we see?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally buy that "we are", its our thoughts and&lt;br /&gt;actions that will make our(and to some extent others)&lt;br /&gt;realities/future and that the external world mirrors the&lt;br /&gt;internal.By believing in this you feel in much more&lt;br /&gt;control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting question is&lt;br /&gt;"Who is in the driver's seat when we control&lt;br /&gt;our emotions or we respond to our emotions?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it basically works is that our brain is&lt;br /&gt;made up of tiny nerve cells called "neurons" which branch&lt;br /&gt;out and connect to other "neurons" forming what's called a&lt;br /&gt;"neural net" and each place where they connect is incubated&lt;br /&gt;into a thought or a memory.The brain works on the law of&lt;br /&gt;"Associative Memory" and all our thoughts, feelings and&lt;br /&gt;ideas are constructed and interconnected in these neural&lt;br /&gt;nets. Every concept is a result of various smaller ideas,&lt;br /&gt;say "Love" would be a result of combination of different&lt;br /&gt;feelings for you and a combination of different&lt;br /&gt;feelings for someone else depending on your experiences&lt;br /&gt;both internal and external over the years.This model&lt;br /&gt;keeps on changing with time according to our experiences&lt;br /&gt;and as aptly put&lt;br /&gt;"Any information that we process, any information&lt;br /&gt;that we take in from the environment...                 &lt;br /&gt;is always colored by the experiences that we've had..."&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Those who feel they've become "Mechanized" there's more.&lt;br /&gt;acc to WTBDWK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nerve cells that fire together wire together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;"If we practice something over and over,&lt;br /&gt;those nerve cells have a long-term relationship."&lt;br /&gt;Also&lt;br /&gt;"nerve cells that don't fire together no longer wire&lt;br /&gt;together thus losing their long-term relationshiup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every time we interrupt and think those nerve&lt;br /&gt;cells that are connected to each other start breaking&lt;br /&gt;the long-term relationship.&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;When we start interrupting and observing not by&lt;br /&gt;stimulus and response and that automatic reaction                 &lt;br /&gt;but by observing the effects it takes then we are no&lt;br /&gt;longer the body-mind conscious emotional person                 &lt;br /&gt;that's responding to its environment as if it is&lt;br /&gt;automatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on Right &amp;amp; Wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the notion that some people have about right or&lt;br /&gt;wrong like If I do this I will get punished by God&lt;br /&gt;If I do that I will get rewarded..Instead of&lt;br /&gt;viewing things this way the doc suggests another&lt;br /&gt;approach of viewing things in the light of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that you do and they'll evolve you.&lt;br /&gt;and other things that will not evolve you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of all that there is and how li'l we know&lt;br /&gt;I'd conclude by quoting this extension of Descartes's&lt;br /&gt;"I am much more than I think I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.trans4mind.com/counterpoint/shamanic1.shtml"&gt;Creating Your Own Reality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/w/what-the-bleep-do-we-know-script.html"&gt;Script&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;a href="http://www.quantumconsciousness.org/hackery.htm"&gt; Hackery/Quackery in Scientific American&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;a href="http://skeptico.blogs.com/skeptico/2005/04/what_the_bleep_.html"&gt; What the (Bleep) Were They Thinking?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.abc.net.au/science/features/bleep/"&gt;What the bleep are they on about?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favourite Quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 1)&lt;br /&gt;But you know, it's, uh--&lt;br /&gt;it's like positive thinking.                 &lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful idea,positive thinking...               &lt;br /&gt;but what it usually means is that I have&lt;br /&gt;a little smear of positive thinking...                &lt;br /&gt;covering a whole mass of negative thinking.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing that we have options and potentials&lt;br /&gt;that exist...but we're unaware of them?&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;Is it possible that we're so conditioned to our daily&lt;br /&gt;lives...so conditioned to the way we create our lives...             &lt;br /&gt;that we buy the idea that we have no control at all?&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;For the average person in the world who lives life...                 &lt;br /&gt;and considers their life boring or uninspiring...                 &lt;br /&gt;It's because they're so hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;by their environment..they've made no attempt...                 &lt;br /&gt;to gain knowledge and information&lt;br /&gt;that will inspire them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;br /&gt;If I change my mind, will I change my choices?                 &lt;br /&gt;If I change my choices, will my life change?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I change? What am I addicted to?                 &lt;br /&gt;What will I lose that I'm chemically attached to...                 &lt;br /&gt;and what person, place, thing, time or event...&lt;br /&gt;that I'm chemically attached to&lt;br /&gt;that I don't want to lose...&lt;br /&gt;because I may have to experience&lt;br /&gt;the chemical withdrawal from that?&lt;br /&gt;Hence the human drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;br /&gt;We have to formulate what we want...                 &lt;br /&gt;and be so concentrated on it&lt;br /&gt;and so focused on it and have so much&lt;br /&gt;of our awareness of it that we lose track&lt;br /&gt;of ourselves.                   We lose track of time.&lt;br /&gt;We lose track of our identity.  &lt;br /&gt;And the moment we become so involved&lt;br /&gt;in that experience that we lose track of&lt;br /&gt;ourselves, we lose track of time...                    &lt;br /&gt;that picture is the only picture that's real.                     &lt;br /&gt;And everybody's had that experience...                     &lt;br /&gt;when they've made up their mind&lt;br /&gt;that they've wanted something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                6)&lt;br /&gt;We've been conditioned to believe that the&lt;br /&gt;external world is more real than the internal&lt;br /&gt;world. This new model of science says just the&lt;br /&gt;opposite--               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It says what's happening within us&lt;br /&gt;will create what's happening outside of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/19929930-2375436633190942742?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2375436633190942742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=2375436633190942742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2375436633190942742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2375436633190942742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-bleep-should-we-know.html' title='What the Bleep should we know ?'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-6757970709049583495</id><published>2008-02-04T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:27:20.456+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comfort relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychologies'/><title type='text'>Desperate Relationships !!!</title><content type='html'>Came across this phrase while listening to a talk show on Meow..&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a all women radio station but then what the heck ?&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I heard this phrase I couldn't stop thinking about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate Relationships or DR's ....It kinda reminds of Desperate&lt;br /&gt;Housewives but its no where related to that or my previous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/06/desperate-men.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;  with a similar title..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way I see, DR's is a class of relationships which can be&lt;br /&gt;characterized by some basic/common traits. A DR stands for a&lt;br /&gt;relationship in which someone enters to either cater to a strong&lt;br /&gt;unfulfilled emotional(or physical) need or to run away from some&lt;br /&gt;grim realities of one's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A careful look around yourself will reveal that this is not as&lt;br /&gt;uncommon as it sounds..The causes and symptoms may vary but&lt;br /&gt;sadly the outcomes are almost all the same. A potential symptom&lt;br /&gt;for a DR is when deep down the people involved&lt;br /&gt;(at least one of them) knows that this won't last long.  It's not&lt;br /&gt;uncommon to find someone who just got out of a serious&lt;br /&gt;relationship get into another (apparently) serious one in almost&lt;br /&gt;no time or to find someone whose already in a relationship trying&lt;br /&gt;to get into another one for some unmet wants/needs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wants and needs could arise due to various reasons ranging&lt;br /&gt;from facing phases of extreme loneliness in their lives to the&lt;br /&gt;unsaid social/peer pressures of being single for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.. Don't you know someone who got into a wrong&lt;br /&gt;relationship just because she couldn't handle all sorts of pressures&lt;br /&gt;(emotional, social etc) of being in mid/late 20's and single ?&lt;br /&gt;or someone who got into a sinking relationship because almost all&lt;br /&gt;of his  school and college( or maybe work) friends were in&lt;br /&gt;some sort of relationship ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship that begins in such circumstances is bound to hit&lt;br /&gt;the rocks sooner or later and what's sad is that it takes down along&lt;br /&gt;with it the people involved in it, particularly the emotionally&lt;br /&gt;sensitive one or the who got into it without enough consideration..&lt;br /&gt;Thus causing a further downfall which can potentially lead to&lt;br /&gt;disastrous psychological consequences particularly when someone&lt;br /&gt;has already been through a lot in their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying all that I think it would be wise for people who've been&lt;br /&gt;through a tough time in their previous relationships to give&lt;br /&gt;themselves enough time and thought before boarding this ship&lt;br /&gt;otherwise ................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1)  Another term for a DR could be Comfort Relationship, a relationship&lt;br /&gt;which might give a sense of comfort to the involved people in the short&lt;br /&gt;run but won't last long.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-6757970709049583495?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6757970709049583495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=6757970709049583495' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6757970709049583495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6757970709049583495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/02/desperate-relationships.html' title='Desperate Relationships !!!'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-4177410808598433045</id><published>2007-12-25T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:46:59.854+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twinflame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twin flame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soulmate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plato'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul mate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Soulmates - tracing fire behind all the smoke</title><content type='html'>It's not often that you get mails like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/R1vkTw7KTfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LkBwinzbqZ0/s1600-h/soulmate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/R1vkTw7KTfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LkBwinzbqZ0/s320/soulmate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141954427775241714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in your inbox and as it happened I had just watched the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matchmaker_%28How_I_Met_Your_Mother_episode%29"&gt;episode&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.cbs.com/primetime/how_i_met_your_mother"&gt;HIMYM&lt;/a&gt; where Ted uses a service "Love Solutions" to search&lt;br /&gt;his soulmate. Yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOULMATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For a word whose quick search in Google fetches about 5,42,000&lt;br /&gt;results, it hardly needs an introduction.  However for records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oul mate &lt;/span&gt;: a person who strongly resembles another in attitudes&lt;br /&gt;or beliefs -- Merriam Websters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soulmate&lt;/span&gt; is a term sometimes used to designate someone with&lt;br /&gt;whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, friendship, love,&lt;br /&gt;intimacy, sexuality, and/or compatibility -- Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first references to this word probably go back to some novel&lt;br /&gt;by Paulo Cohelo I read in my early twenties and like most I too&lt;br /&gt;was fascinated(to say the least)  by the idea of having a soulmate&lt;br /&gt;somewhere out there who would be all that I could ask for or more.&lt;br /&gt;The more I thought about it then, the more rosy it seemed and the&lt;br /&gt;more rosy it seemed the more I thought\fantasized about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People's perceptions about the word SoulMate are as varied as&lt;br /&gt;people themselves. While someone may see soulmates as people&lt;br /&gt;who are made for each other, someone sees soulmates as soul&lt;br /&gt;companions who have spent previous lifetimes together and if you&lt;br /&gt;thought that's all there is check out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul Sister/Brother&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karmic Soulmates&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twin Soulmates &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soulmate"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The legend has it that this concept/theory of soulmates dates back&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plato"&gt;Plato&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://classics.mit.edu/Plato/symposium.1b.txt"&gt;symposium &lt;/a&gt;in which he wrote a mythical story describing&lt;br /&gt;a world where there were men, women and people who were both&lt;br /&gt;men and women (Androgynous), not only this the people then had&lt;br /&gt;four hands, four feet and two faces. Those mighty humans once&lt;br /&gt;attacked Gods and while discussing how to retaliate without loosing&lt;br /&gt;out on the worship offered by the humans Zeus came up with an idea.&lt;br /&gt;He suggested cutting all human beings in half as it would weaken&lt;br /&gt;them and double the number of people making offerings to the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;Thus the humans were split into halves and are ever since seeking&lt;br /&gt;their other halves(twin flame).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Split into halves or not many people were, are and will be on&lt;br /&gt;the search for their soul mates or twin flames&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in soulmates ? Have you found your soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;or you are looking/waiting for your soulmate ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id finish this post here, leaving on this note and would be back&lt;br /&gt;with more soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) While writing this I am constantly reminded of a romantic film titled&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0240890/"&gt;Serendipity&lt;/a&gt;" which is based on the same premise.&lt;br /&gt;2) It is probably the most time consuming post I've ever written&lt;br /&gt;3) Due to enormous content I intend to split this into multiple posts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soulmate"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soulmate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;2) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symposium_%28Plato%29"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symposium_(Plato)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this karoake of the song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEzbkGj7EaQ"&gt;soulmate  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/84788bb9-f8c7-4ab7-bab1-592c3872fca9&amp;amp;theName=Soulmate-NBedingfield-Jennyg&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" height="94" width="328"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; padding-left: 2px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none; font-size: 10px; font-weight: bold;" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/CreateWidgetAction.ns?type=0&amp;amp;objectid=84788bb9-f8c7-4ab7-bab1-592c3872fca9"&gt;     Get this widget &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/84788bb9-f8c7-4ab7-bab1-592c3872fca9/Soulmate-NBedingfield-Jennyg/?widget=flash_player_esnips_blue"&gt;     Track details  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 7px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;|&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a align="center" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.esnips.com//adserver/?action=visit&amp;amp;cid=player_dna&amp;amp;url=/socialdna"&gt;         eSnips Social DNA    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-4177410808598433045?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4177410808598433045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=4177410808598433045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4177410808598433045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4177410808598433045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/12/soulmates-tracing-fire-behind-all-smoke_25.html' title='Soulmates - tracing fire behind all the smoke'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/R1vkTw7KTfI/AAAAAAAAAEI/LkBwinzbqZ0/s72-c/soulmate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-6680154260013128330</id><published>2007-12-22T23:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:30:42.071+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='van morrison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='someone like you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bridget jones diary'/><title type='text'>Someone Like You</title><content type='html'>An Extremely Special Song for an Extremely Special would be ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIZg36l5oCc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xIZg36l5oCc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-6680154260013128330?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6680154260013128330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=6680154260013128330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6680154260013128330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6680154260013128330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/12/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone Like You'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8394960098929486405</id><published>2007-12-16T22:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:00.065+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sudhir mishra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='khoya khoya chand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kkc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Khoya Khoya Chand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/R2Vw0ofZHYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CUYh66U0wfc/s1600-h/200px-Khoya_khoya_chand_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/R2Vw0ofZHYI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CUYh66U0wfc/s320/200px-Khoya_khoya_chand_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144642198865255810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sudhir_Mishra"&gt;Sudhir Mishra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cast&lt;/span&gt;: Shiney Ahuja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;IMDB Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 7.8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Rating&lt;/span&gt;: 3.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first It's good to see a Sudhir Mishra(SM) film &lt;br /&gt;after about two years, his last film I saw was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://in.rediff.com/movies/2005/apr/15hazaaron.htm"&gt;Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(HKA).Was looking forward to KKC &lt;br /&gt;for quite a while and finally got the chance to watch it in&lt;br /&gt;its second(and probably last or second last) week in cinemas. &lt;br /&gt;I am not too sure if HKA lasted any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is a tribute to the Hindi Cinema of 1950's and portrays&lt;br /&gt;the Film Industry that existed then under various lights.The Good,&lt;br /&gt;The Bad and the Ugly. We all as avid movie buffs to certain&lt;br /&gt;extent know what goes inside the tinsel town so lets not delve&lt;br /&gt;in to details of how this industry works or rather revolves around&lt;br /&gt;the precious few and how favours are given and paid back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly loved the cinematography of the film, liked the music&lt;br /&gt;and the old cinemaish feel of the film. The first half of the film&lt;br /&gt;was good to the extent that you start wondering why did the movie&lt;br /&gt;get such a thrashing at box office but this sense of wonder doesn't &lt;br /&gt;last by the time u finish half of the regular popcorn you took&lt;br /&gt;during the intermission.I can sympathize with the regular cinema&lt;br /&gt;goers for running out of patience during the second half as I&lt;br /&gt;myself felt a couple of times that movie is kinda dragging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I liked Saurabh, Shiney and Vinay's performances&lt;br /&gt;but the find of the movie was Soha..Impressive bit of acting&lt;br /&gt;there, totally justifying her place in a SM movie. The chemistry&lt;br /&gt;between Shiney and Soha was beautifully and poetically captured&lt;br /&gt;as everything from camera movement and angles to lighting worked&lt;br /&gt;great. You cannot but notice the pretty Soniya Jehan for all her&lt;br /&gt;beauty which shadows almost everything that's going on the &lt;br /&gt;screen(her acting included).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While for HKA it was &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gh6EyuvqGao"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;man yeh banwara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for KKC it's&lt;br /&gt;the title song &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Khoya Khoya Chand&lt;/span&gt; sung mellifluously by little known Swanand and Ajay which hums almost&lt;br /&gt;through out the film. The writer/director's take on the&lt;br /&gt;passionate love affair between Nikhat and Zafar was quite &lt;br /&gt;commendable and a few dialogues carefully distributed amongst&lt;br /&gt;Shiney, Soha and Rajat stand out and almost haunt you like this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koi kissi ko dhokha nahi deta, sab halaat hote hain"&lt;br /&gt;and that witty one by Shiney "ya toh apne aap ko dhoka deta &lt;br /&gt;ya aapko toh aap hi sahi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Switching between present and past lives of various characters&lt;br /&gt;in the film is also handled nicely. While the movie scores in all&lt;br /&gt;these departments I feel it somehow lost track towards the end and &lt;br /&gt;went kinda wayward. But in more ways than one its still a classic&lt;br /&gt;tribute to the classics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khoya_Khoya_Chand"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sudhir's &lt;a href="http://passionforcinema.com/author/sudhir"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0995823/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) All the actors had to learn Urdu for their roles&lt;br /&gt;2) The film was originally titled as Bahut Nikle Mere Armaan &lt;br /&gt;aka Many Of My Wishes Were Fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;3) Soha's role was initially offered to "Vidya Balan"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8972204825711617432</id><published>2007-12-06T19:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:52:42.333+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impetus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barcampdelhi3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barcamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technologies'/><title type='text'>BarCampDelhi3 on 8th Dec @ Noida</title><content type='html'>Sorry for posting this late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to inform all the nerds and geeks that barcampdelhi3 is being organized this Saturday at Impetus Noida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are into Web Technologies this is the place to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;details &lt;a href="http://barcamp.org/BarCampDelhi3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who plan to attend drop a comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Barcamp is followed by a beer party sponsored by Opera :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8972204825711617432?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8972204825711617432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8972204825711617432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8972204825711617432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8972204825711617432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/12/barcampdelhi3-on-8th-dec-noida.html' title='BarCampDelhi3 on 8th Dec @ Noida'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-4808106308748751834</id><published>2007-12-02T13:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:22:15.563+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIMYM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how I met your mother'/><title type='text'>How I Met Your Mother(HIMYM) Quotes</title><content type='html'>Started Watching this American sitcom off late and am &lt;br /&gt;loving it. It's about a man who shares with his kids how &lt;br /&gt;he found love of his life(their mother) and the events/incidents&lt;br /&gt;that happened all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice concept, fresh comedy and good acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the quotes I liked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Future Ted&lt;/span&gt;: It was like something from an old movie, where the sailor sees the girl across the crowded dance floor, turns to his buddy and says, "See that girl? I'm gonna marry her someday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ted: &lt;/span&gt;Hey Barney, see that girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;: Oh yeeeahh, you just KNOW she likes it dirty. Go say 'Hi'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;: There are only two reasons to date a girl you've already dated:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;breast implants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Robin&lt;/span&gt;: How do you do this Ted? How do sit out here all night, in the cold, and still have faith that your pumpkin's going to show up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ted&lt;/span&gt;: Well, I'm pretty drunk. Look I know the odds are, the love of my life isn't going to magically walk&lt;br /&gt;through that door in a pumpkin costume at 2:43 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;But it just seems as nice a spot as any to just ... &lt;br /&gt;you know, sit and wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;: [chuckling] Marshall ran away from a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marshall&lt;/span&gt;: It was a mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry, my bad! You're a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;: Come on Ted, this is an incredible opportunity, we'll meet our soulmates, nail'em and never call 'em again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;: Ted, these chicks are desperate and hot, that's a perfect cocktail. shake well, then sleep with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;: Ted, your problem is all you do is think, think, think. I'm teaching you how to do, do, do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marshall&lt;/span&gt;: [giggles] Doo-doo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;: Heh heh, totally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ted&lt;/span&gt;: So I think a lot! I happen to have a very powerful brain. It can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;: Oh yes it can. [places a shot in front of Ted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Marshall&lt;/span&gt;: Interesting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Barney&lt;/span&gt;: No no, it's a great idea. That's the whole point of getting drunk; you do things that you'd never do in a million years if you were sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ted:&lt;/span&gt;Know what ? I am done being single, &lt;br /&gt;I am not good at it. Look obviously you can't tell a women u just met you love her but it sucks that you can't. I'll tell you something if a women not you just some hypothetical women would bear me through all this I think I'd make a damn good husband, because that's the stuff I'd be good at, stuff like making her laugh,and, being a good father and walking her five hypothetical dogs, being a good kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Robin:&lt;/span&gt; Everyone thinks they are good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ted:&lt;/span&gt; Oh I've got references !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Robin:&lt;/span&gt; Good night Ted !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ted&lt;/span&gt;(shaking hands with her): and I am good hand shaker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ted:&lt;/span&gt; But that's the funny thing about destiny it happens whether you plan it or not..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-4808106308748751834?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4808106308748751834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=4808106308748751834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4808106308748751834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4808106308748751834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-i-met-your-motherhimym-quotes.html' title='How I Met Your Mother(HIMYM) Quotes'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-7558248032339151455</id><published>2007-11-15T11:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:02:30.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homemade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home made'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotoholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Home Made Quotes..</title><content type='html'>I've been a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quotoholic &lt;/span&gt;ever since I can remember..&lt;br /&gt;Reading(n quoting) quotes has been a passion and a while back&lt;br /&gt;I started zipping my thoughts/feelings in a line or two in the form&lt;br /&gt;of quotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post intends to serve as an archive for the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I might not know what I want, but, I know what I don't want&lt;br /&gt;      --- On the bike ride to office (15/11/07).&lt;br /&gt;2) Blessed are those who feel no Remorse&lt;br /&gt;      --- Scribbled it long time back while regretting some things&lt;br /&gt;        that I did in the past (15/03/07).&lt;br /&gt;3) Get life, before life gets you.&lt;br /&gt;     --- (20/11/06).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post old one's soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-7558248032339151455?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/7558248032339151455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=7558248032339151455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/7558248032339151455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/7558248032339151455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-made-quotes.html' title='Home Made Quotes..'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-3374142492221477839</id><published>2007-11-09T13:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:00.338+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='band camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american pie 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pie 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>American Pie 4: Band Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RzQe9-qwlEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XS9VpwU0ktA/s1600-h/americanpie4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RzQe9-qwlEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XS9VpwU0ktA/s320/americanpie4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130759925625033794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director:&lt;/span&gt; Steve Rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast:&lt;/span&gt; Eugene levy, Tad Hilgenbrinck, Arielle Kebbel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMDB Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Pie, for the uninitiated these words might lead to&lt;br /&gt;thoughts about an eatable or something but for anyone whose watched&lt;br /&gt;even a couple of minutes of action from the American Pie Pentalogy&lt;br /&gt;these words would conjure images of Wild Campus Life, Wannabe Teens,&lt;br /&gt;Bikini Clad Babes and Couples in Love or rather Couples Making Love&lt;br /&gt;n that to scores of them.&lt;br /&gt;That's Pie for you......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was refreshing to watch another Pie after a long while and good&lt;br /&gt;to know that they still make Pie's the way they used to a while back.&lt;br /&gt;I still can't forget the opening scene from the last Pie(3) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The backbone of all films in Pie Pentalogy is the experiences&lt;br /&gt;of a bunch of really wild and whacky guys from a high school who are&lt;br /&gt;ultra high on testosterones. Pie has all sorts of situations&lt;br /&gt;and can easily make you fall on the floor laughing unless you find them&lt;br /&gt;disgusting  rather than amusing( which I think can be the case with&lt;br /&gt;some girls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pie 4 sees a new bunch of people lead by Matt Stifler younger&lt;br /&gt;brother of the infamous Steve Stifler who tries to fill into&lt;br /&gt;shoes of his elder bro and gets it all wrong.The new cast is what&lt;br /&gt;gives the film a refreshing look but you can see a few commonalities,&lt;br /&gt;spy cams to capture chicks for one.Also there was Jim's Dad(Mr. Levenstein)&lt;br /&gt;who never fails to amuse and there was that Sherman-ator&lt;br /&gt;which I didn't particularly like  ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then all the Super Wild stuff, the film has a tinge of&lt;br /&gt;cute romance and also a happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it if you wanna have your dose of laughter ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Tad Hilgenbrink really bared it all in the scene where he undresses in front of the girls while playing the trivia game. He didn't inform the girls in advance, who were expecting him to keep his privates covered somehow, so their reaction is quite genuine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0436058/"&gt;IMDB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0436058/quotes"&gt;Quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Pie_Presents:_Band_Camp"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way they kiss :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xvy1o0Jeu_I&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xvy1o0Jeu_I&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-3374142492221477839?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/3374142492221477839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=3374142492221477839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/3374142492221477839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/3374142492221477839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/11/american-pie-4-band-camp.html' title='American Pie 4: Band Camp'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RzQe9-qwlEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/XS9VpwU0ktA/s72-c/americanpie4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-3155568287039357468</id><published>2007-10-28T13:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:00.527+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manoj tyagi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mumbai salsa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Mumbai Salsa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RyRSA0Ob4VI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pquqENPzmqY/s1600-h/mumbai-salsa-4417-mumbai-salsa-main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RyRSA0Ob4VI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pquqENPzmqY/s320/mumbai-salsa-4417-mumbai-salsa-main.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126312449827135826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Director:&lt;/span&gt; Manoj Tyagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cast:&lt;/span&gt; Virdas,Indraneil SenGupta,&lt;br /&gt;Dilip Thadeshwar, Raymond Irani, Manjari Fadnis, Amruta Khanvilkar,&lt;br /&gt;Linda Arsenio, Neelam Chauhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 2.5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As TOI put it aptly it easy to label this one as Metro part two.&lt;br /&gt;After reading just this line and seeing a rating of 3.5&lt;br /&gt;I decided to watch this film instead of another new release&lt;br /&gt;(Jab We Met)and as it turned out, it was a case of choices gone&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost a month of not being able to watch a movie at &lt;br /&gt;theater I went for an morning(early) show of Salsa at a &lt;br /&gt;neighborhood multiplex and here's what I got.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film starts with a peppy song by Adnan Sami which starts&lt;br /&gt;getting you into that frame of mind where you forget everything,&lt;br /&gt;including the fact that it's just 9:30 in the morning on a Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;but by the time the theme song fades away you inevitably start&lt;br /&gt;falling back to the point from where you started.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was just with me and my friend but quite a few people &lt;br /&gt;from the cast looked lookalikes of some bollywood stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vir Das looked like a pre-release version of Imran Hashmi,&lt;br /&gt;Manjari reminded me of Shilpa Shetty while Indraneil from certain&lt;br /&gt;angles looked like Priyanshu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of deja-vu doesn't just stop there because&lt;br /&gt;quite some scenes/situations seem to be picked from other&lt;br /&gt;contemporary bollywood films,Metro, Jhankar Beats and Pyar ke &lt;br /&gt;side effects to name a few.Maybe it's just a coincidence &lt;br /&gt;or maybe not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the themes picked in the film are banal while situations&lt;br /&gt;and their outcomes easily predictable.Over acting by few in quite&lt;br /&gt;a lot sequences and vanilla dialogues take the film farther away&lt;br /&gt;from being an entertainer. It's hard (atleast for me) to find out&lt;br /&gt;how Salsa is different from Metro. Metro had better music for sure.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of monologues and few fairly innovative scenes, dialogues&lt;br /&gt;and songs save Salsa from being an outright flop show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly liked the scene where Maya gets dumped for the first&lt;br /&gt;time,the one where Shahji compares how the drink a women orders in&lt;br /&gt;a bar tells what's her state of mind, the one where Raj's boss tells&lt;br /&gt;him the time one's personal life gets screwed his/her career begins&lt;br /&gt;to peak up and the closing scene in which the narrator talks about &lt;br /&gt;how some people need someone to find happiness while some find &lt;br /&gt;that happiness in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping in mind the khufiapanti(Salsa lingo) involved I think&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mumbai Salsa = 0.7*(Metro) + 0.1*(Jhankar beats n PKSE) + 0.2*(Tap Water)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) In all there were 6 people in that audi, 2 of us, a middle &lt;br /&gt;aged man (who seemed to be there to avoid her wife's Sunday &lt;br /&gt;Morning nagging), a teenager and a couple who were more&lt;br /&gt;interested in doing &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Seat Salsa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2) One thing that stuck me was the&lt;br /&gt;Sad but True "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Code of Honour&lt;/span&gt;" that guys&lt;br /&gt;(not sure about girls) have.&lt;br /&gt;3) As both of us noticed that the background score&lt;br /&gt;was quite mismatched atleast once(when Xen breaks down in front&lt;br /&gt;of Neha).Funny thing is that rather it sounded a tune straight&lt;br /&gt;from a horror flick&lt;br /&gt;4) It's  nice to watch a film early in the morning as it leaves you &lt;br /&gt;with most of the day to spare plus the tickets also cost less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;a href="http://www.indiafm.com/movies/cast/13625/index.html"&gt;India FM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.bollywoodarchive.com/movies/mumbai-salsa.html"&gt;Bollywood Archive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) On &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEuLT7ZHsaM"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-3155568287039357468?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/3155568287039357468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=3155568287039357468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/3155568287039357468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/3155568287039357468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/10/mumbai-salsa.html' title='Mumbai Salsa'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RyRSA0Ob4VI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pquqENPzmqY/s72-c/mumbai-salsa-4417-mumbai-salsa-main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-4128323919000230052</id><published>2007-10-07T01:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:57:18.253+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monty python'/><title type='text'>Philosophising Soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xrShK-NVMIU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xrShK-NVMIU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Philosophers'_Football_Match"&gt;The_Philosophers_Football_Match&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtholyoke.edu/~ebarnes/python/international-philosophy.htm"&gt;Script&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-4128323919000230052?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4128323919000230052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=4128323919000230052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4128323919000230052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4128323919000230052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/10/philosophising-soccer.html' title='Philosophising Soccer'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-6687725761679643772</id><published>2007-09-12T23:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:25:54.824+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and the city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satc'/><title type='text'>More SATC Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TGISATC.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Taking it forward from my &lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/05/sex-and-city-quotes.html"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt; on SATC Quotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt; : Honey, you look back so much you should have a relationship rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt; : Relationships may appear closer than they actually are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte &lt;/span&gt;: TREY! I'm tired of being married to your penis. I'm a person! And this is supposed to be a relationship! And I am DONE walking on eggshells. Ooooooo, don't talk about moving in, in front of the penis cause it might go soft. And, and the penis likes this and the penis doesn't like that and THE PENIS WANTS TO BE MEASURED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha &lt;/span&gt;: Sex is a barometer of what is going on in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt; : I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love. And I don't think that love is here in this expensive suite in this lovely hotel in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha on kilts&lt;/span&gt; : I like the idea of men in skirts. Easy access.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte about Elizabeth Taylor&lt;/span&gt; : She's getting a little fat.&lt;br /&gt;Pet store clerk : Oh, she's not fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt; : You're right, that's an ugly term. She's... full figured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt; : People say 'Everything happens for a reason.' These people are usually women. And these women are usually sorting through a break-up. It seems that men can get out of a relationship without even a 'Goodbye,' But, apparently, women have to either get married or learn something.&lt;br /&gt;Why are we in such a rush to move from confused to Confucius?&lt;br /&gt;Do we search for lessons to lessen the pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt; : I tell you, it is so refreshing to be with someone who likes to fuck outside the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt; : Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda &lt;/span&gt;: I'm telling you: the fat ass, the farting .. it's ridiculous. I am un-fuckable. And I have never been so horny in my entire life. ... That's why you're supposed to be married when you're pregnant, so somebody is obligated to have sex with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha &lt;/span&gt;while milking a cow and squirting herself in the face : I usually get a little warning before that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte [After the wedding] &lt;/span&gt;I finally get to sleep with Trey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie &lt;/span&gt;: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda &lt;/span&gt;: You haven't slept with him yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha &lt;/span&gt;: Honey, before you buy the car you take it for a test drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie &lt;/span&gt;: Wallis was right. The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don't, but in the end they're the people you always come home to. Sometimes it's the family you're born into and sometimes it's the one you make for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt; : Your right ovary has stopped producing eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda &lt;/span&gt;: Is it possible it's just on strike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt; : I'd like to forget some of the men I've slept with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte &lt;/span&gt;: I keep a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda &lt;/span&gt;: Oh, how sweet. "Men to do today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt; : It all seemed so familiar. She was having a deja fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte &lt;/span&gt;: It takes half the total time you went out with someone to get over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie &lt;/span&gt;: I always like a good math solution to any love problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woman on the street&lt;/span&gt; : They say the average 33-year-old woman has sex 3.5 times a week. I'd like to know who that woman is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda &lt;/span&gt;: So all I have to do to meet the ideal man is to give birth to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha &lt;/span&gt;: Money is power. Sex is power. Therefore, getting money for sex is simply an exchange of power.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-6687725761679643772?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6687725761679643772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=6687725761679643772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6687725761679643772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6687725761679643772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-satc-quotes.html' title='More SATC Quotes'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-5082272836103409791</id><published>2007-09-06T14:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:12:37.813+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laziness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Funny Laziness Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Some funny quotes on Laziness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ambition is a poor excuse for not having sense enough to be lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Edgar Bergen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Laziness is nothing more than the habit of resting before you get tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jules Renard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mary Wilson Little&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Have a Lazy/Laid back Day Ahead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-5082272836103409791?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5082272836103409791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=5082272836103409791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5082272836103409791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5082272836103409791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/09/funny-laziness-quotes.html' title='Funny Laziness Quotes'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8725527171930115812</id><published>2007-08-26T12:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-26T15:45:59.625+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice guys finish last'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intellectual whore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paradox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='average frustrated chump'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice guys don&apos;t finish last'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice guy'/><title type='text'>What Women Want....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nice guys don't finish last" &lt;/span&gt; read a poster on the sets of sitcom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joey&lt;/span&gt;. In fact that's how I first got to know about the popular phrase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nice_guy#The_.22nice_guys_finish_last.22_view"&gt;Nice guys finish last&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice Guy&lt;/span&gt; is a term in the general public discourse and in popular&lt;br /&gt;culture for a male with certain personality traits and behaviors.&lt;br /&gt;Many traits, both positive and negative are associated with "nice guys".&lt;br /&gt;These traits include &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sensitivity, agreeableness, pleasantness,&lt;br /&gt;considerateness, respectfulness, altruism, understanding, kindness,&lt;br /&gt;sympathy, dependability, honesty,trustworthiness, passivity,&lt;br /&gt;sexual cautiousness or inexperience, chivalrousness, effeminacy,&lt;br /&gt;passive-aggressiveness, conflict-avoidance, "wimpiness",&lt;br /&gt;"spinelessness", being "whipped", manipulativeness and submissiveness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my experience I feel girls/women in general do tag some guys&lt;br /&gt;as "Nice Guys" and from what I've gathered, it essentially means&lt;br /&gt;that women find these people &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Harmless, Helping, Caring, Comforting&lt;br /&gt;and someone with whom they can share things close to their hearts&lt;br /&gt;and be themselves&lt;/span&gt;.The chemistry that thus develops between girls&lt;br /&gt;and "Nice Guys" is quite conspicuous and it gets people to start&lt;br /&gt;thinking that Girls prefer "Nice Guys".Next and the obvious thing is,&lt;br /&gt;guys trying to be nice or pretending(at times going out of the way)&lt;br /&gt;to be nice. Till here it's as simple as ABC. But the climax of all this&lt;br /&gt;is the question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Whether nice guys are attractive to women or not"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there is a huge variance in women's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stated &lt;/span&gt;preferences&lt;br /&gt;and their &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actual choices&lt;/span&gt; in guys. That is they say and&lt;br /&gt;show(or maybe believe) that they like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nice Guys"&lt;/span&gt; but while&lt;br /&gt;making a choice they often tend to do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While one research claims that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"many 'Sensitive' men do not believe that women want 'Nice Guys'&lt;br /&gt;due to their personal experiences" &lt;/span&gt;other says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "women are less likely to have sex with men who are 'nice' than&lt;br /&gt;men who are 'not nice'"&lt;/span&gt; and another says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"women looking for long/committed relationships prefer the 'Nice Guys'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now your brain cells must have started firing and you&lt;br /&gt;are thinking what's the real deal.. Now what if we add&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Women like when guys are nice to them,&lt;br /&gt;but only when they don’t have to be&lt;/span&gt;" to the concoction ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse add the concept of&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nice Guys as Intellectual Whores&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intellectual Whore (a man whom a woman befriends only for the&lt;br /&gt;intellectual stimulation he gives her). A theory goes on to state that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;women seek two things an aggressive sexual partner and an&lt;br /&gt;intellectually stimulating or entertaining partner. It concludes&lt;br /&gt;that if these qualities cannot be found in one single man, a woman&lt;br /&gt;will seek out two (or more) separate men to fulfill all of her needs.&lt;br /&gt;The nice guy only fits one of these categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and perhaps thus the above mentioned discrepancy between saying and doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any set pattern or it differs from case to case ?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it be,  but then can someone really say what goes inside&lt;br /&gt;a girl's mind ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poll Time(girls only):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You meet two men. One, Rahul, is nice but somewhat shy and&lt;br /&gt;has not had any affairs. The other, Ribhu, is attractive, a lot of fun,&lt;br /&gt;and has had history with 3 women. Both wish to date you.&lt;br /&gt;Whom do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;2) Whom will you choose a nice guy or a fun/sexy guy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The term "Intellectual Whore" is derived from a short-story by&lt;br /&gt;Woody Allen called The Whore of Mensa'.&lt;br /&gt;2) "Women like when guys are nice to them,but only when they don’t&lt;br /&gt;have to be" roughly translate into something like "Being Nice at&lt;br /&gt;times but not always ..."&lt;br /&gt;3) I am somehow reminded of a dialogue from the film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Manorama 6 feet under"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeh aurat bhi ajeeb hoti hai, agar galat marad mil jaye&lt;br /&gt;toh saari zindagi roti rehti hai aur jo sahi mil jaye to usse&lt;br /&gt;saari zindagi rulati rehti hai"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nice_guy"&gt;Nice Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dmiessler.com/blogarchive/the-nice-guy-paradox-solved"&gt;The Nice Guy Paradox Solved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intellectualwhores.com/moreonwhoredom.html"&gt;More on Whoredom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Average_frustrated_chump"&gt;Average Frustrated Chump&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8725527171930115812?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8725527171930115812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8725527171930115812' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8725527171930115812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8725527171930115812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-women-want.html' title='What Women Want....'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-1035187465410166769</id><published>2007-08-15T22:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:03:28.238+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doris day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perhaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coupling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theme song'/><title type='text'>Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theme song of the UK sitcom Coupling.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/doris+day/perhaps+perhaps+perhaps_20296140.html"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; 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Thought of meeting my best friend in order to talk things out&lt;br /&gt;and feel better but unluckily or  luckily our rendezvous couldn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;Took a Cab for home from Dhaula Kuan along with 3 other people&lt;br /&gt;including a stylish guy with a pony. After being lost in my own world for&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes or so I started to over hear what the guy with a pony was&lt;br /&gt;talking on his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nahi yaar tu usse jaane de, agar usse khud hi galat nahi&lt;br /&gt;lag raha toh theek hai" "Agar tu mera bhai hai toh usse kuch&lt;br /&gt;mat bolna main tere se haath jod ke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;request karta hun"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Needless to say after overhearing this I was Intrigued and started one of&lt;br /&gt;my favorite time pass games "Guess, what they are talking about". Soon&lt;br /&gt;I thought the better of it and thought of starting a conversation and&lt;br /&gt;asking him what's wrong .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Hi, I am sorry but I kinda overheard your conversation.&lt;br /&gt;Waise generally speaking how comfortable would a person be&lt;br /&gt;about talking his/her problems with a complete stranger ?&lt;br /&gt;etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pony Guy: &lt;/span&gt;Hmm Ya, at times it happens that people are so overflowing&lt;br /&gt;with emotions that they can share anything with anyone even a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pony Guy: &lt;/span&gt;blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how we started talking and kept going on and on. He started telling&lt;br /&gt;me what was he talking about on phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"My girlfriend made a friend about 6 months back and she wants&lt;br /&gt;to go n wish him birthday at 12 in the night, I feel this is not kinda&lt;br /&gt;right, though she asked me to join her. I mean giving a call at night&lt;br /&gt;etc is ok but going to wish someone at that hour is not ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maine toh usse mana kara hai but if she still goes then there  will&lt;br /&gt;be some trouble"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking I was anticipating something bigger given&lt;br /&gt;all the issues that I have been getting to know for quite a while now.&lt;br /&gt;Exchanged a few sentences about where we worked,lived etc and then&lt;br /&gt;again we were talking about his problem, I also got so engrossed that&lt;br /&gt;I skipped my stop and went on...&lt;br /&gt;{Every time I have to make a decision like this I ask myself do I do this&lt;br /&gt;regularly and since the answer is mostly NO I happily go ahead}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an auto from where the Cab dropped us and then this guy&lt;br /&gt;(we don't know each other's name as yet) asked me "Do you drink?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Yes but occasionally and beer mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pony Guy: &lt;/span&gt;Beer peeni hai ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Next 10 minutes saw us sipping a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;king fisher &lt;/span&gt;in auto, never thought&lt;br /&gt;I would be drinking beer in an auto. We drank and talked till we got to&lt;br /&gt;our destination.Not knowing my appetite he had got 2 beers so we&lt;br /&gt;found a suitable place on the main road to finish off the other bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Heart to Heart talks followed.&lt;br /&gt;I Got to know more about his life story n he got to know a bit about mine&lt;br /&gt;(Mind you this was the first time I opened a portion of my heart out to someone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now the hours hand of the clock had reached between 9 n 10 and&lt;br /&gt;needless to say he was feeling lighter/better and I slightly high(drunk).&lt;br /&gt;The job was done so we decided to head home and exchanged numbers&lt;br /&gt;(Initially I was keen to keep it anonymous)  n the icing on the cake of&lt;br /&gt;coincidence was that we both shared the same surname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;1) I had a similar experience 6-7 months back in my previous&lt;br /&gt;company with a girl working in our BPO dept.&lt;br /&gt;2) Realized each couple has a unique set of issues.&lt;br /&gt;3) I have this random thought of doing something of this sort&lt;br /&gt;regularly in a slightly more organized manner. Lets see if&lt;br /&gt;some comes about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-6246935273749135086?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6246935273749135086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=6246935273749135086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6246935273749135086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6246935273749135086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-myself-and-my-randomness.html' title='Me, Myself and My Randomness'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-300513796596085337</id><published>2007-08-10T16:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:17:39.445+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='urdu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ajeeb shakhs'/><title type='text'>Ajeeb Shakhs....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Thanks to an Orkut friend from Pakistan who sent this to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ajeeb shakhs tha kaisa    mizaaj rakhta tha..&lt;br /&gt;Saath reh k bhi woh ikhtilaaf rakhta tha..&lt;br /&gt;Main kyun    na daad doon uss k fun ki ay logo..&lt;br /&gt;Mere har sawaaal ka pehlay hi jawab    rakhta tha..&lt;br /&gt;Woh khud to roshniyon ka baasi tha magar,&lt;br /&gt;Meri andher    nagrii ka bara khayal rakhta tha..&lt;br /&gt;Muhabbat to thii ussay kisi aur se    shayad..&lt;br /&gt;Ham se to yunhii hansii mazaq rakhta tha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;1) The Arabic term ikhtilaaf denotes taking a different position or course&lt;br /&gt;from that of another person either in opinion, utterance, or action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-300513796596085337?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/300513796596085337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=300513796596085337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/300513796596085337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/300513796596085337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/08/ajeeb-shakhs.html' title='Ajeeb Shakhs....'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-3551668456279922746</id><published>2007-08-01T20:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:51:51.989+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hit n run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic signal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='key'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red light'/><title type='text'>That's how I lost my other key</title><content type='html'>It rained heavily in the evening n we(office friends) got drenched and&lt;br /&gt;had "Gol Gappas"at the Green Park market..Got back to office after that,&lt;br /&gt;wrapped up my work and left for home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected the traffic was at its worst best..Every lane clogged and every&lt;br /&gt;traffic signal choked..Took me some biking/maneuvering skills and a good 15&lt;br /&gt;minutes to hit the ring road. Things were seeming to be better with running&lt;br /&gt;traffic, flowing cool breeze and slight drizzle. A part of me enjoying the&lt;br /&gt;weather and other driving the bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zipping,Zapping and Zooming on the ring road while thinking a thousand&lt;br /&gt;thoughts. From "Quippy" to "Office Work" to "Crashing Markets" to&lt;br /&gt;"A friend's drinking spree" everything was bombarding my mind in an&lt;br /&gt;absolutely random manner.Driving at 60+  I had crossed "Dhaula Kuan"&lt;br /&gt;and was about to reach "Delhi Cant" ki red light. The  signal was not&lt;br /&gt;working and a cop had taken it's place to manage the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was rushing, trying to cross the signal in time when all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;the cop showed his palm at our side of traffic and as a reflex action the two&lt;br /&gt;cars that were ahead of me came to a sudden halt and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANG....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My bike skidded and rammed into a Wagon-R that was just ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped a beat on realizing that some damage had been done by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost half a minute passed without any response from the two guys&lt;br /&gt;who were inside the car..I calmed a bit and sort of instinctively started&lt;br /&gt;pretending as if I had hurt my left hand(which obviously wasn't the case).&lt;br /&gt;And then the guy who was sitting next to the person driving the car&lt;br /&gt;came out to take a stock..To his(and my) displeasure he found that the&lt;br /&gt;bumper was damaged and thus began the blame game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt;: "Yeh kya kara hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He(To that other guy): &lt;/span&gt;"Yeh toh bumper tod diya hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me(Innocently):&lt;/span&gt; "Bhaisahab maine jaan bhoojh ke thodi na kiya hai,&lt;br /&gt;                                  aapne ek dum se break laga di"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He(Turning Red):&lt;/span&gt; "Aagey wale ne break maari toh maine bhi maari,&lt;br /&gt;                                  tumse break nahi lagi to tumhari galti hai"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me(Still pretending to be Innocent):&lt;/span&gt; Blah Blah Blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He:&lt;/span&gt; Gurr Gurr Gurr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop signaled "green" and horns started blaring. He then indicated the&lt;br /&gt;other guy whom he kept referring as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR&lt;/span&gt;" to cross the signal and took&lt;br /&gt;the keys of my bike n asked me to come to the side. I was trapped.&lt;br /&gt;He sat on my bike and told me to cross the signal. I did as I was directed,&lt;br /&gt;for it was me who was guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove and I tried to wheedle out of the situation giving all sorts of&lt;br /&gt;excuses but all he had to say was "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aapko iske paise dene padenge&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even consider that option as my mind had already done the&lt;br /&gt;calculations and informed me that the amount in question would be some&lt;br /&gt;4 digit number.So were yet to reach a solution and then I realized that I was&lt;br /&gt;not even carrying the registration papers for my bike.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If he involves a cop in this, rest assured I will be screwed.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We reached Naraina market and started waiting for the guy who was driving&lt;br /&gt;the car. My pillion rider got down, called up his "SIR" and started explaining&lt;br /&gt;him where we were. By this time even I had started to feel irritated&lt;br /&gt;and then with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLINK&lt;/span&gt; I got into my helmet, started my bike and Vroooooooom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't look back even once and zigzagged my way to Naraina's Traffic Signal&lt;br /&gt;and from there to my locality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God willing, I had once again managed to pull it off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Read how I lost my first key &lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/05/road-trip.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2) Stopped at near by repair shop and took tomorrow's appointment to&lt;br /&gt;get back my first key.&lt;br /&gt;3) Used a friend's key to lock my bike for the night.&lt;br /&gt;4) Every time I start feeling sorry for that guy I wishfully think&lt;br /&gt;"That guy was not the owner of the car and he was trying&lt;br /&gt;to butter his so called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIR&lt;/span&gt; who super cool and hardly bothered".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/19929930-3551668456279922746?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/3551668456279922746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=3551668456279922746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/3551668456279922746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/3551668456279922746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-how-i-lost-my-other-key_01.html' title='That&apos;s how I lost my other key'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-4333971157088839530</id><published>2007-07-22T01:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:00.943+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when harry met sally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>When Harry Met Sally</title><content type='html'>A week doesn't seem complete until I watch a movie or two(at least).&lt;br /&gt;This feeling that somethings missing got the better of me and&lt;br /&gt;I decided to watch "When Harry Met Sally" (Yes this is the film that&lt;br /&gt;inspired "HUM TUM") on an ideal Saturday.Had heard about this a long&lt;br /&gt;time back but somehow couldn't watch it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RqJrmTy4sUI/AAAAAAAAADM/zKRc-jYtC78/s1600-h/WhenHarryMetSally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RqJrmTy4sUI/AAAAAAAAADM/zKRc-jYtC78/s320/WhenHarryMetSally.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089748834774987074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about WHMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Director&lt;/span&gt;:Rob Reiner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast:&lt;/span&gt; Billy Crystal,Meg Ryan,&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Fisher,Bruno Kirby and Lisa Jane Persky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romantic Comedy&lt;/span&gt; that&lt;br /&gt;revolves around the lives(and relationship) of Harry Burns and&lt;br /&gt;Sally Albright played beautifully by Billy and Meg.The movie opens up&lt;br /&gt;slightly unusually with an elderly couple(not part of the movie)&lt;br /&gt;sitting on a sofa set, sort of being interviewed with the Man going like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was sitting with my friend Arthur, in a restaurant and this girl&lt;br /&gt;walked in ----&lt;br /&gt;--- and I turned to Arthur and I said, "Arthur, you see that girl ?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to marry her." And two weeks later we were married. And&lt;br /&gt;it's 50 years later and we're still married." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar scenes with old couples of different cultural backgrounds&lt;br /&gt;summarizing how the they met their partners, got married and are still&lt;br /&gt;together, occur intermittently throughout the film and give a subtle&lt;br /&gt;feel to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the uninitiated its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d movie&lt;/span&gt; that gave world one of the all time famous&lt;br /&gt;lines "Ek ladka aur ek ladki kabhi dost nahi ho sakte" OR in Harry Speak&lt;br /&gt;"men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's how those lines came into existence(1989)and are still&lt;br /&gt;being used and reused by people(basically guys I believe) all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry is a forthright, pragmatic and maverick glib talker whose in touch&lt;br /&gt;with himself while Sally is a pretty looking, picky women with cerebral&lt;br /&gt;approach whose kinda out of touch with herself(away from her reality).&lt;br /&gt;Harry and Sally start off being acquaintances and eventually end up&lt;br /&gt;falling for each other.The movie focuses on their relationship&lt;br /&gt;as acquaintances, friends and more then just friends. I think any/everyone&lt;br /&gt;who is or was in such a relationship can correlate a lot(I do for sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the layer of consciousness where the people&lt;br /&gt;involved care n feel for each other(in we are just friends way)  is another&lt;br /&gt;layer(unconscious)   where they secretly and unknowingly like/desire that&lt;br /&gt;chemistry and want it to never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly feel(it happens in the film also) that a guy and a girl cannot&lt;br /&gt;be just very good friends, no it's not really that the sex part that gets in&lt;br /&gt;the way but its the emotions part that does. There's a very high chance&lt;br /&gt;that one of the two persons involved would be knowingly/unknowingly&lt;br /&gt;feeling much more about the other person. But then not every pair of&lt;br /&gt;very good friends end up the way Harry n Sally do. Maybe cause there&lt;br /&gt;is not a Harry(Guy or Gal) in every such case.Think about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie has its share of some really funny and some really&lt;br /&gt;touching moments.Even while writing this I cant stop thinking about some&lt;br /&gt;scenes and laughing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A must watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 4/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imdb Rating:&lt;/span&gt;  7.6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenes that I loved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1) On way to New York when they enter a restaurant and Sally loudly says&lt;br /&gt;"It just so happened that I had plenty of good sex".&lt;br /&gt;2) The one in which they meet on a plane&lt;br /&gt;3) Harry n Jess raise n do Mexican waves while discussing Harry's wife.&lt;br /&gt;4) When they talk on phone before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;5) The one in museum where they speak in a different/funny way.&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Harry n Jess while practicing baseball&lt;br /&gt;7) The one with "I'll have what she is having"(Orgasm Scene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;8) When Sally breaks down n Harry goes to her place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;9) Harry n Sally calling Jess n his wife&lt;br /&gt;10) Harry proposing Sally on new year's eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dialogues that I loved:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there were lots of them so I put them in a separate post  &lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/07/movie-quotes-from-when-harry-met-sally.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)In the famous faked orgasm scene, the woman who says, "I'll have what she's having. . ." is Rob Reiner's mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/when-harry-met-sally?cat=entertainment"&gt;Answers.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/When_Harry_Met_Sally..."&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;WikiQuote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-4333971157088839530?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4333971157088839530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=4333971157088839530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4333971157088839530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4333971157088839530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-harry-met-sally_21.html' title='When Harry Met Sally'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RqJrmTy4sUI/AAAAAAAAADM/zKRc-jYtC78/s72-c/WhenHarryMetSally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-4996435031141512039</id><published>2007-07-18T23:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:01.086+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new delhi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinefan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='osian'/><title type='text'>Osian Film Festival - 2007 (20-29July)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rp5mApkE-sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/a0NU6h5b_cg/s1600-h/osian2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rp5mApkE-sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/a0NU6h5b_cg/s320/osian2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088616790318447298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This goes out for all the cinema lovers out there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="headertxt1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Osian’s Connoisseurs of Art" &lt;/b&gt;is organizing 9th Osian's-CineFan Film Festival in&lt;br /&gt;Delhi starting from the 20th to 29th July(in 7 theaters across Delhi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[from Osian's site]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="headertxt1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Osian’s-Cinefan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is one of Asia’s leading film festivals devoted&lt;br /&gt;principally to Asia and the Arab world. Established in 1999 in New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;in July every year, the Festival enjoys an international reputation for the&lt;br /&gt;quality of films screened over nine days complemented by panel discussions,&lt;br /&gt;one major seminar each time, an Auction of Popular Culture and Film&lt;br /&gt;Memorabilia along with a number of exhibitions, the Talent Campus for&lt;br /&gt;budding young filmmakers from South Asia, and the presence and&lt;br /&gt;participation of film professionals from all over the world and all over India.&lt;br /&gt;We present a Lifetime Achievement Award for distinguished contribution to&lt;br /&gt;writing on cinema – perhaps the only Festival in the world that recognizes the&lt;br /&gt;role of the scriptwriter and the critic in the creation and the promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="headertxt1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;This year, the Festival, with the   tagline ‘&lt;strong&gt;Recreating Cinematic Culture&lt;/strong&gt;’&lt;br /&gt;will focus on Japan, with a nine-film tribute to Kenji Mizoguchi. A number&lt;br /&gt;of contemporary films and films on the samurai will be shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A must attend event for serious Movie Buffs and a should try event&lt;br /&gt;for all the rest. Those of you who prefer staying in the confines&lt;br /&gt;of Bollywood can try any of the following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shatranj Ke Khiladi(Satyajit Ray), Dor(Nagesh kukunoor)&lt;br /&gt;The Rising : Ballad of Mangal Pandey(Ketan Mehta),&lt;br /&gt;Mr &amp; Mrs 55(Guru Dutt),Omkara(Vishal Bharadwaj),&lt;br /&gt;Mithya(Rajat Kapoor), Khosla ka Ghosla(Dibakar Bannerjee)&lt;br /&gt;Anubhav (Rajiv Nath),Thang(Amol Palekar),&lt;br /&gt;Jashn-e-Azadi(Sanjay Kak), Kaal(Bappaditya Bandopadhyay),&lt;br /&gt;Devdas(P C Barua),Via Darjeeling(Arindam Nandy),&lt;br /&gt;Kya Tum Ho(Anish Ahluwalia), Shoonya(Arindam Mitra),&lt;br /&gt;A Little Box of Sweets(Meneka Das),Chaurahen(Rajshree Ojha)&lt;br /&gt;Lage Raho Munnabhai(Raj Hirani),Manorama Six Feet Under,&lt;br /&gt;Jagte Raho,Return to Rajapur,1971, and even&lt;br /&gt;Honeymoon Travels Pvt. Ltd(Reema Kagti).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piece of Advice: &lt;/span&gt;In case you are thinking of trying a foreign movie&lt;br /&gt;search more about it on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;IMDB &lt;/a&gt;and see if fits the bill.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Drop in a comment if you plan to catch a flick,also  mention the&lt;br /&gt;name of the films you are planning to watch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://220.226.203.134/cinefan/pdf/9OCFF_SCHEDULE.pdf"&gt;Schedule&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://220.226.203.134/cinefan/cinefan.php"&gt;Osian's Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.cinemaya.net/c8-index.asp"&gt;Archives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/kaa/osian-film-festival-booklet-2007"&gt;Osian's Booklet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=2482936246&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;Event @ Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/19929930-4996435031141512039?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4996435031141512039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=4996435031141512039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4996435031141512039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4996435031141512039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/07/osian-film-festival-2007-20-29july.html' title='Osian Film Festival - 2007 (20-29July)'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rp5mApkE-sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/a0NU6h5b_cg/s72-c/osian2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2808322494629322903</id><published>2007-07-13T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:24:20.200+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when harry met sally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Movie Quotes from When Harry Met Sally</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry:&lt;/span&gt; I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry:&lt;/span&gt; It is so nice when you can sit with someone and not have to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally:&lt;/span&gt; You see? That is just like you, Harry. You say things like that, and you make it impossible for me to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: You realize of course that we could never be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: That's not true. I have a number of men friends and there is no sex involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: No you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: No you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Yes I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: You only think you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: You say I'm having sex with these men without my knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: No, what I'm saying is they all WANT to have sex with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: They do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: They do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Because no man can be friends with a woman that he finds attractive. He always wants to have sex with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: So, you're saying that a man can be friends with a woman he finds unattractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: No. You pretty much want to nail 'em too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: What if THEY don't want to have sex with YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Doesn't matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: The first time we met, we hated each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sally&lt;/b&gt;: No, you didn't hate me, I hated you. And the second time we met, you didn't even remember me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: I did too, I remembered you. The third time we met, we became friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sally&lt;/b&gt;: We were friends for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: And then we weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sally&lt;/b&gt;: And then we fell in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Would you like to have dinner?... Just friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: I thought you didn't believe men and women could be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: When did I say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: On the ride to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: No, no, no, I never said that... Yes, that's right, they can't be friends. Unless both of them are involved with other people, then they can... This is an amendment to the earlier rule. If the two people are in relationships, the pressure of possible involvement is lifted... That doesn't work either, because what happens then is, the person you're involved with can't understand why you need to be friends with the person you're just friends with. Like it means something is missing from the relationship and why do you have to go outside to get it? And when you say "No, no, no it's not true, nothing is missing from the relationship," the person you're involved with then accuses you of being secretly attracted to the person you're just friends with, which you probably are. I mean, come on, who the hell are we kidding, let's face it. Which brings us back to the earlier rule before the amendment, which is men and women can't be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: There are two kinds of women: high maintenance and low maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Which one am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: You're the worst kind. You're high maintenance but you think you're low maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[On Orgasms]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Most women at one time or another have faked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Well, they haven't faked it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Because I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Oh. Right. Thats right. I forgot. Youre a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: What was that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing. Its just that all men are sure it never happened to them and all women at one time or other have done it so you do the math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: With whom did you have this great sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not going to tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Fine, don't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Shel Gordon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Shel? Sheldon? No, no, you did not have great sex with Sheldon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: I did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: No you didn't. A Sheldon can do your income taxes, if you need a root canal, Sheldon's your man... but humpin' and pumpin' is not Sheldon's strong suit. It's the name. 'Do it to me Sheldon, you're an animal Sheldon, ride me big Shel-don.' Doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, really? When I buy a new book, I read the last page first. That way, in case I die before I finish, I know how it&lt;br /&gt;ends. That, my friend, is a dark side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marie&lt;/span&gt;: All I'm saying is that somewhere out there is the man you are supposed to marry. And if you don't get him first, somebody else will, and you'll have to spend the rest of your life knowing that somebody else&lt;br /&gt;is married to your husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[after Sally fakes orgasm in a deli]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Older Woman Customer: [to waiter]&lt;/span&gt; I'll have&lt;br /&gt;what she's having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Well, basically it's the same dream I've been having since I was twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Which is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Okay, there's this guy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: What does he look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: I don't know, he's just sort of faceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Faceless guy, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: He RIPS off my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;[pause]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: That's it? Some faceless guy rips off all your clothes, and THAT'S the sex fantasy you've been having since you were twelve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Well sometimes I vary it a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Which part?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: What I'm wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: No. But why didn't he want to marry me? What's the matter with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: I'm difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: You're challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: I'm too structured, I'm completely closed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: But in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: No, no, no, I drove him away. AND, I'm gonna be forty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: When?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: In eight years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: But it's there. It's just sitting there, like some big dead end. And it's not the same for men. Charlie Chaplin had kids when he was 73.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah, but he was too old to pick them up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: I don't know. May be you get to a certain point in the relationship where it's just too late to have sex, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Harry&lt;/span&gt;: You know you just get to a certain point where you get tired of the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: What "whole thing"?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: The whole life-of-a-single-guy thing. You meet someone, you have the safe lunch, you decide you like each other enough to move on to dinner. You go dancing, you do the white-man's over-bite, go back to her place, you have sex and the minute you're finished you know what goes through your mind? How long do I have to lie here and hold her before I can get up and go home. Is thirty seconds enough?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: That's what you're thinking? Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Sure! All men think that. How long do you want to be held afterwards? All night, right? See there's your problem, somewhere between thirty seconds and all night is your problem.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sally&lt;/span&gt;: I don't have a problem!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: You know the first time I met I really didn't like you that much.&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally&lt;/b&gt;: I didn't like &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah you did, you were just so uptight then. You're much softer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sally&lt;/b&gt;: You know I hate that kind of remark. It sounds like a complement but really it's an insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: OK, you're still as hard as nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sally&lt;/b&gt;: I just didn't want to sleep with you and you had to write it off as a character flaw instead of dealing with the possibility that it might have something to do with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess&lt;/b&gt;: I don't understand this relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jess&lt;/b&gt;: You enjoy being with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jess&lt;/b&gt;: You find her attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jess&lt;/b&gt;: And you're not sleeping with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jess&lt;/b&gt;: You're afraid to let yourself be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Harry&lt;/b&gt;: Why can't you give me credit for this? This is a big thing for me. I never had a relationship with a woman that didn't involve sex. I feel like I'm growing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-2808322494629322903?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2808322494629322903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=2808322494629322903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2808322494629322903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2808322494629322903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/07/movie-quotes-from-when-harry-met-sally.html' title='Movie Quotes from When Harry Met Sally'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8729138904218770070</id><published>2007-07-01T02:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:21:04.097+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dialogues'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>The Never Ending Post .....</title><content type='html'>Yeps, it a post unlike a post and what does that mean ???&lt;br /&gt;For one it means that it'll be updated and outposted......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what we'll have in it..Hmmmm...OK&lt;br /&gt;It will have some of the nicest movie quotes, lyrics,&lt;br /&gt;one liners and all those sort of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights, Camera, Action..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie - Dead Poet's Society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas&lt;br /&gt;can change the world.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...&lt;br /&gt;to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to&lt;br /&gt;die, discover that I had not lived.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Boys, you must strive to find your own voice.&lt;br /&gt;Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you&lt;br /&gt;are to find it at all. Thoreau said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be resigned to that. Break out!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carpe Diem! Seize the day. Make your lives&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie - Me and You and Everyone We Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I can't sleep at night thinking about her. I just wish&lt;br /&gt;I had met her 50 years sooner.- Yeah.- But then&lt;br /&gt;maybe I needed 70 years of life...to be ready for a&lt;br /&gt;woman like Ellen&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ice Land is—It's kind of like that point in a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;you know...where you suddenly realize it's not gonna&lt;br /&gt;last forever. You know, you can see the end in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Phir Teri Kahani Yaad Aayi(Song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bin tere koi bhi aas naa rahi...itna tarse ki pyaas bhi naa rahi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie - Waking Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the most universal human characteristic: fear, or laziness?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually, the gap between say Plato or Nietzsche and the average human is greater than the gap between that chimpanzee and the average human."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They say that dreams are only real as long as they last. Couldn't you say the same thing about life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The trick is to combine your waking rational abilities with the infinite possibilities of your dreams. Because, if you can do that, you can do anything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you ever have a job that you hated and worked real hard at? A long, hard day of work. Finally you get to go home, get in bed, close your eyes and immediately you wake up and realize... that the whole day at work had been a dream. It's bad enough that you sell your waking life for minimum wage, but now they get your dreams for free"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie - Shall We Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on the planet..... I mean, what does any one life mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things..... all of it, all the time, every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go unwitnessed because I will be your witness'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie - Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie - Someone Like You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are very few things sadder in this life than&lt;br /&gt;watching someone walk away after they have left you.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the distance between your bodies expands&lt;br /&gt;until there is nothing left but empty space and silence"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Forrest Gump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Life is like a box of chocolates...you never know what you`re gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I am not a very smart man, but I know what love is.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie-Scent of a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"some people live a lifetime in a minute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie-The shawshank redemption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"Get busy livin or get busy dying..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie - Being Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Once the game is over both the King and the&lt;br /&gt;pawn go to the same box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie-Phenomenon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;George: "Do you think that you could love me for the rest of my life?"&lt;br /&gt;Lace: "No, I'm gonna love you for the rest of mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie - Vanilla Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Movie Karam (song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Tinka Tinka Zara - Zara&lt;br /&gt;Hai Roshani Se Jaise Bhara&lt;br /&gt;Har Dil Me Armaa Hote To Hai…&lt;br /&gt;Bas Koi… Samjhe Zara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Movie-Masoom (Song - Tujhse Naaraz Nahi...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Jine ke liye socha hi nahi dard sambhalane honge.&lt;br /&gt;Muskuraye jo to muskurahton ke karz utarne honge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Song - Everybody's Free (to wear sunscreen)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you&lt;br /&gt;want to do with your life. The most interesting&lt;br /&gt;people I know didn’t know at 22 what they&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do with their lives, some of the most&lt;br /&gt;interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.&lt;/p&gt;Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes&lt;br /&gt;you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind.&lt;br /&gt;The race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your body, use it every way you can.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it,&lt;br /&gt;it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie - Clueless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Cher: I want to do something for humanity.&lt;br /&gt;Josh: How about sterilization?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie-The Lion King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   ...the way I see it, you can either run from it,&lt;br /&gt;or learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie-A Beautiful Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly know what I am required to say in&lt;br /&gt;order for you to have intercourse with me.&lt;br /&gt;But could we assume that I said all that.&lt;br /&gt;I mean essentially we are talking about fluid exchange&lt;br /&gt;right? So could we go just straight to the sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie-Departed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Marriage is an important part of getting ahead.&lt;br /&gt;It lets people know you're not a homo.&lt;br /&gt;A married guy seems more stable. People see the ring,&lt;br /&gt;they think "at least somebody can stand the son of a bitch"&lt;br /&gt;Ladies see the ring, they know immediately that you must&lt;br /&gt;have some cash, and your cock must work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Movie - Swordfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;   You know the problem with Hollywood? They make shit.&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable, unremarkable shit.I'm not some grungy filmmaker-&lt;br /&gt;wannabee searching for existentialism through a haze&lt;br /&gt;of bong-smoke. It's easy to pick apart bad acting,&lt;br /&gt;short-sighted directing, or the purely moronic stringing&lt;br /&gt;together of words many of the studios term as prose.&lt;br /&gt;No,I'm talking the lack of realism.Realism.&lt;br /&gt;Not a pervasive element in the modern American&lt;br /&gt;cinematic vision.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTS: You know, this movie of yours, I don't think it would have worked.&lt;br /&gt;GABRIEL: Really? How come?&lt;br /&gt;ROBERTS: Audiences love happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;GABRIEL: Pacino escapes. With the money.Boyfriend gets the sex change operation. They live happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;GABRIEL: No?&lt;br /&gt;STANLEY: No.&lt;br /&gt;GABRIEL: Homophobia?&lt;br /&gt;STANLEY: Bad guy can't win. It's a morality tale. One way or the&lt;br /&gt;other, he's gotta go down.&lt;br /&gt;GABRIEL: Oh, well. Life does tend to be stranger than fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt; Movie - Hitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dance, one look, one kiss, that's all we get, Albert. Just... one shot, to make the difference between happily ever after, and oh? he's just some guy I went to some thing with once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how does it happen, great love? Nobody knows... but what I can tell you is that it happens in the blink of an eye. One moment you're enjoying your life, and the next you're wondering how you ever lived without them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span&gt; Movie - The Notebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Movie - Omkara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Mann meri nahi maan raha hai aur main mann ki&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted. - Aldous Huxley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8729138904218770070?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8729138904218770070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8729138904218770070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8729138904218770070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8729138904218770070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/06/never-ending-post.html' title='The Never Ending Post .....'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-1265104884752470394</id><published>2007-07-01T01:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:03:06.442+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ratings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Films I Watched</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a list to keep a track of the films that I watched..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) &lt;b&gt;Bhootnath&lt;/b&gt;(Rating 2.25/5)&lt;br /&gt;42) &lt;b&gt;Hazaaron Khwaishen Aisi&lt;/b&gt;(Rating 4.5/5)&lt;br /&gt;41) &lt;b&gt;The Departed&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 4/5)&lt;br /&gt;40) &lt;b&gt;The Mating Habits of Earth Bound Humans&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.5/5)&lt;br /&gt;39) &lt;b&gt;Opera Jawa&lt;/b&gt;(Rating 4/5)&lt;br /&gt;38) &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/04/shaurya.html"&gt;Shaurya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(Rating 2.5/5)&lt;br /&gt;37)&lt;b&gt;Race&lt;/b&gt;(Rating 2/5)&lt;br /&gt;36)&lt;b&gt;Goodwill Hunting&lt;/b&gt;(Rating 3.75/5)&lt;br /&gt;35)&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-bleep-should-we-know.html"&gt;What The Bleep Do We Know?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(Rating 3.5/5)&lt;br /&gt;34) &lt;b&gt;American Gangster&lt;/b&gt;(Rating 3.5/5)&lt;br /&gt;33) &lt;b&gt;Anything Else&lt;/b&gt;(Rating 3/5)&lt;br /&gt;32) &lt;b&gt;Pay it Forward&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 4/5) &lt;br /&gt;31) &lt;b&gt;Taare Zameen Par&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 5/5) &lt;br /&gt;30) &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/12/khoya-khoya-chand.html"&gt;Khoya Khoya Chand &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.5/5) &lt;br /&gt;29) &lt;b&gt;Lions of Punjab&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3/5)&lt;br /&gt;28) &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/11/american-pie-4-band-camp.html"&gt;American Pie 4 Band Camp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3/5) {09/11/07}&lt;br /&gt;27) &lt;b&gt;Jab We Met&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.5/5) {31/10/07}&lt;br /&gt;26) &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/10/mumbai-salsa.html"&gt;Mumbai Salsa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 2.5/5) {28/10/07}&lt;br /&gt;25) &lt;b&gt;Bombay Boys&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.75/5)&lt;br /&gt;24) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All You Got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.25/5)&lt;br /&gt;23) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suraj Ka Satvan Ghoda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 4.25/5)&lt;br /&gt;22) &lt;b&gt;Chuk De India&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.25/5)&lt;br /&gt;21) &lt;b&gt;Borat&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.5/5)&lt;br /&gt;20) &lt;b&gt;Cut and Paste&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.75/5)&lt;br /&gt;19) &lt;b&gt;Return to Rajapur&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3/5)&lt;br /&gt;18) &lt;b&gt;Manorama Six Feet Under&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 4/5)&lt;br /&gt;17) &lt;b&gt;Tak-Derakhth&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3/5)&lt;br /&gt;16) &lt;b&gt;Anuranan&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.5/5)&lt;br /&gt;15) &lt;b&gt;Mithya&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.5/5)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;14) &lt;b&gt;Hia W'Houa&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.75/5)&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;13) &lt;b&gt;Bes Vakit&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Rating 4/5) {21/07/07}&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;b&gt;Sansho Dayu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(Rating 3.5/5) {21/07/07}&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;a href="http://www.delhievents.com/2007/07/french-movie-bed-and-board-domicile.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Domicile Conjugal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Rating 3.5/5) {13/07/07} &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;10) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Hard 4.0 &lt;/span&gt;(Rating 3.25/5) {02/07/07} &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;9)   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before Sunset &lt;/span&gt;(Rating 4/5) {30/06/07}&lt;br /&gt;8)     &lt;b&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/b&gt;(Rating 3.75/5) {30/06/07}&lt;br /&gt;7)     &lt;b&gt;Cheeni Kum&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.5/5) {23/06/07}&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;b&gt;     Ocean's 13&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 2.5/5)&lt;br /&gt;5)&lt;b&gt;     &lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/06/omkara.html"&gt;Omkara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 4.5/5)&lt;br /&gt;4)&lt;b&gt;     Shootout at Lokandwala&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 2.25/5)&lt;br /&gt;3)     &lt;b&gt;Before Sunrise&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.5/5)&lt;br /&gt;2)     &lt;b&gt;Life in a Metro&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.25/5)&lt;br /&gt;1)     &lt;b&gt;Bheja Fry&lt;/b&gt; (Rating 3.75/5)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-1265104884752470394?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1265104884752470394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=1265104884752470394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1265104884752470394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1265104884752470394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/06/films-i-watched.html' title='Films I Watched'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-824634519937800466</id><published>2007-06-30T10:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:57:06.477+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tere bin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOTD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atif Aslam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuch is tarah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atif'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pragati Maidan'/><title type='text'>Celebrating World Music Day</title><content type='html'>It all started when while sifting through the pages of HT a few&lt;br /&gt;days back I stumbled upon an ad for "Genre of The Day contest".&lt;br /&gt;On an ordinary day I would have skipped it like it was never there&lt;br /&gt;but that day I chose to be different, chose to act because the prize&lt;br /&gt;was very enticing, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Invites for finale of HT's World Music&lt;br /&gt;Day celebrations &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;featuring Atif Aslam and Rock Bands"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I (for a change) sent a sms but nothing happened for a couple&lt;br /&gt;of days and then i received this sms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Hi HT congratulates u for winning the GOTD contest.&lt;br /&gt;Collect your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prize from .........." &lt;/span&gt;. Wow I had just won my&lt;br /&gt;solitary prize in the real world. But then can things be&lt;br /&gt;really this simple for me ?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noooooooo&lt;/span&gt; is the the obvious answer.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover what fun would a good thing like this be unless it flip-flops&lt;br /&gt;between Ifs and Buts ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From receiving &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;just one pass for the concert&lt;/span&gt;(plus a music world&lt;br /&gt;gift voucher) , &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;staying late in office for work&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;standing at&lt;br /&gt;venue's entry with a pass but being told that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;admissions&lt;br /&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;closed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;everything happened with me in a kinda planned manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, things happen when they ought to happen and in the way&lt;br /&gt;they ought to happen. Luckily I got inside in time(before Atif had come).&lt;br /&gt;Had to sit through an obscure song by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manthan&lt;/span&gt; and a super silly&lt;br /&gt;question followed by a sillier answer. No, I can't help but quote them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dumb guy with mike(to some random guy):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;aapko Atif&lt;br /&gt;ka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;music aacha lagta hai ya Atif ke good looks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Random guy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nahi, Mujhe Atif ka style sabse aacha lagta hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Dumb guy with mike:"&lt;/span&gt;Yes I can promise you all he is a style icon&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: WTF ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Next few minutes saw Atif's band doing a sound check and once it&lt;br /&gt;was done the Dude(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atif&lt;/span&gt;) stormed the stage&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Girls screamed and swooned, Mellifluous music wafter through the air,&lt;br /&gt;Girls screamed and swooned even more. His husky resonating voice had&lt;br /&gt;everyone in trance and his subtle (apt for a disco) dance steps made girls&lt;br /&gt;hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from his popular songs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atif &lt;/span&gt;treated the audience with&lt;br /&gt;U2's "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With or Without You&lt;/span&gt;", Rahat Khan's "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naina&lt;/span&gt;", Adnam's&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bheegi Bheegi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raaton&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yaaron yahi dosti hai&lt;/span&gt;" but&lt;br /&gt;nothing could match the effect that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuch is tarah&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tere Bin&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;effortlessly created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piece of Advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For such events reach the venue even if you don't have passes/tickets&lt;br /&gt;and keep trying because chances are that by hook or by crook&lt;br /&gt;you'll get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The performance lasted just slightly more then an hour but it&lt;br /&gt;gave enough to sustain nostalgia for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;2) The event saw people coming from as far as Kashmir and Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;3) Special mention was given and dedications made to the Aadeez.&lt;br /&gt;4) The passes were available at select Barista and Music World outlets&lt;br /&gt;free of cost(Even i got to know this on Thursday afternoon).&lt;br /&gt;5) Thanks to a random guy who broke the plastic seal(that&lt;br /&gt;had kept the gate locked) courtesy which I got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.aadeez.com/"&gt;Atif's website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://img125.imageshack.us/img125/482/p1010844hv5.jpg"&gt;Check this out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9UMUsJtvrFo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9UMUsJtvrFo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-824634519937800466?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/824634519937800466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=824634519937800466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/824634519937800466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/824634519937800466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/06/celebrating-world-music-day.html' title='Celebrating World Music Day'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-552830579576927426</id><published>2007-06-26T10:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:54:08.677+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playlist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tracks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winamp'/><title type='text'>Tracks that Featured on my Winamp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These tracks reflect my state of mind at various&lt;br /&gt;points of time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZ6rHxHHeQs"&gt; Way back into Love&lt;/a&gt; - Music and Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;14)&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gh6EyuvqGao"&gt; Mann Yeh Banwara&lt;/a&gt; - Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi&lt;br /&gt;13)&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQa7buTv7rg"&gt; Mauja Hi Mauja&lt;/a&gt; - Jab We Met&lt;br /&gt;12)&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/d/doris+day/perhaps+perhaps+perhaps_20296140.html"&gt; Perhaps,Perhaps,Perhaps&lt;/a&gt; - DJ Shadow&lt;br /&gt;11)&lt;a&gt;  Sini Re Sini Re&lt;/a&gt; - Jawani Deewani&lt;br /&gt;10)&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZqpvsmCoDPY"&gt; Unke Nashe Mein&lt;/a&gt; - Unke Nashe Mein&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;a href="www.youtube.com/watch?v=lHJ0xOk9Nhs"&gt; Six Days&lt;/a&gt; - Doris Day&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_HTP3i594o"&gt; Hello&lt;/a&gt; - Lionel Richie&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I6Es5ScOuMU"&gt; All The Things She Said&lt;/a&gt; - The Ordinary Boys&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;a href="http://hamaraforums.com/lofiversion/index.php/t16638.html"&gt; Zeehal-e-Miskeen&lt;/a&gt; - Ghulami&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_FzrqxfZ9U"&gt; Loose Yourself&lt;/a&gt; - Eminem&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A_HTP3i594o"&gt; Mahia&lt;/a&gt; - Annie&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zykTpmCIekU"&gt; Only God Knows Why&lt;/a&gt; - Kid Rock&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBSusfv2m_8"&gt; You Fill Up My Senses&lt;/a&gt; - John Denver&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RuG_316cPMY"&gt; Coming Back To Life&lt;/a&gt; - Pink Floyd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-552830579576927426?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/552830579576927426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=552830579576927426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/552830579576927426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/552830579576927426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-kind-of-music.html' title='Tracks that Featured on my Winamp'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-616261611679095083</id><published>2007-06-26T00:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-26T00:30:33.509+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hellraiser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want you to know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>I Want You To Know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufEqq7mxrY0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ufEqq7mxrY0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dedicated to ..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-616261611679095083?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/616261611679095083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=616261611679095083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/616261611679095083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/616261611679095083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want-you-to-know.html' title='I Want You To Know....'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8690478492699739575</id><published>2007-06-22T12:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:01.398+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desperate men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eve teasing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blank noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexual harassment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Desperate Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RiKIBPsyuiI/AAAAAAAAABU/MOMZRTOi2dE/s1600-h/UNWANTED.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RiKIBPsyuiI/AAAAAAAAABU/MOMZRTOi2dE/s320/UNWANTED.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053751286838770210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning: Shocking/Appalling Content below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;1) 12:30 pm on a Tuesday @ some packed blueline&lt;br /&gt;bus to AIIMS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A school girl is sitting on a seat that's towards the center of&lt;br /&gt;bus (adjacent to the window seat). Lost in a novel that she&lt;br /&gt;bought yesterday when she feels something is pushing her&lt;br /&gt;shoulder from the right. She’s shocked and embarrassed to&lt;br /&gt;find a middle aged man thrusting his ..... on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;2) 3:30 pm on a Saturday @ a cousin's place.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teenage girl awakes from her sleep after feeling something&lt;br /&gt;rubbing on her lips. Her half open eyes catch glance&lt;br /&gt;of her cousin brother sneaking out of the room. Unsure how&lt;br /&gt;to react she stopped talking to that guy and broke all ties&lt;br /&gt;with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;3) 5:15 pm on Thursday @ the road from maitreyi to&lt;br /&gt;shanti niketan bus stop.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of girls are walking back towards the bus stop after finishing&lt;br /&gt;a day at college when they start hearing weird moaning/groaning sounds,&lt;br /&gt;after covering a distance they are sickened on seeing a bunch of men&lt;br /&gt;............ while leching and flashing at girls passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;4) 7:45 pm on a Sunday @ some market in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A working woman is walking back to her home with her head&lt;br /&gt;facing down and hands folded, reflecting how her day went&lt;br /&gt;when all of a sudden three boys on a bike swoosh by her and&lt;br /&gt;she realizes that something just hit her on the chest.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny drops of water drizzle from her eyes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;5) 9:30 pm on a Friday @ an office party.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady is tapping her feet to the music along with a couple of her friends&lt;br /&gt;when she feels someone pinched her back. On turning around she finds&lt;br /&gt;out it’s the same drunken guy who deliberately bumped into her few&lt;br /&gt;minutes back on the same floor. Caught red handed, the guy tries to&lt;br /&gt;run but unluckily (for him) he gets caught, receives a mild thrashing&lt;br /&gt;from the lady and is eventually let off with a warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps &lt;a href="http://www.hbo.com/city/cast/character/samantha_jones.shtml"&gt;Samantha&lt;/a&gt; was right(when in one of SATC episodes) she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;  "An erect &amp;^%*# doesn't have a conscience"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Streets, Public modes of transportation, Malls, Offices and&lt;br /&gt;even Houses of people you know, these weeds germinate&lt;br /&gt;everywhere but only when they find a prey they show&lt;br /&gt;their true colour. Colour of that repressed and untamed&lt;br /&gt;basic instinct which when in control effaces the distinguishing&lt;br /&gt;line between humans and animals. It defies me how can&lt;br /&gt;anyone(read boys/men) stoop to this level, the level which is&lt;br /&gt;perhaps the nadir of immorality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to imagine how things would be say in a city&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Delhi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; when one not to so fine day people wake up and&lt;br /&gt;are told that there is no police or any other law enforcing&lt;br /&gt;body........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far could you stretch your mind???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Trust me on this, things would be worse ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;1) An &lt;a href="http://www.indiaparenting.com/raisingchild/data/raisingchild203.shtml"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eve_teasing"&gt;Eve Teasing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Blank Noise Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://erasmus-in-india.blogspot.com/2006/07/bosharivale.html"&gt;Bosharivale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.indiatogether.org/2005/dec/wom-blank.htm"&gt;Testimonies of harassment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://anshulseth.com/eve-teasing-a-menace-to-society-03.html"&gt;A blog post on eve-teasing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of the above mentioned is as real as you n me and&lt;br /&gt;what exalts my pains is the fact that i personally know every&lt;br /&gt;girl/women involved. I remember breaking down in&lt;br /&gt;anguish a couple of times on hearing sordid details of these&lt;br /&gt;ghastly acts and I don't think I'll be able to forget them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogger-labels"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="tag" href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/search/label/sexual%20harassment"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8690478492699739575?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8690478492699739575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8690478492699739575' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8690478492699739575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8690478492699739575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/06/desperate-men.html' title='Desperate Men'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RiKIBPsyuiI/AAAAAAAAABU/MOMZRTOi2dE/s72-c/UNWANTED.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2174711476476410007</id><published>2007-06-09T23:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:01.533+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Omkara !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RmwzXNKpZXI/AAAAAAAAACw/AJAUFea4Y6g/s1600-h/omkara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RmwzXNKpZXI/AAAAAAAAACw/AJAUFea4Y6g/s320/omkara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074487353904031090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't read further if using/hearing/reading or writing offensive&lt;br /&gt;words(gaallies) in hindi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;makes you uncomfortable..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Director: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vishal_Bharadwaj"&gt;Vishal Bhardwaj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cast: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ajay_Devgan"&gt;AjayDevgan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saif_Ali_Khan"&gt;Saif Ali Khan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kareena_Kapoor"&gt;Kareena Kapoor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vivek_Oberoi"&gt;Vivek Oberoi&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naseeruddin_Shah"&gt;           Naseeruddin Shah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Konkona_Sen_Sharma"&gt;Konkona Sen Sharma&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bipasha_Basu"&gt;Bipasha Basu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Watched Omkara today for the 3rd time.Yes, after watching it twice on the&lt;br /&gt;70 mm screen i sat down to had another go at this contemporary&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood Classic...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bewakoof aur chutiyee mein dhaage bhar ka farak hota haiga&lt;br /&gt;bhaiya.Dhaage ke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inge bewakoof aur unge chutiya, aur jo&lt;br /&gt;dhaaga hench lo to kaun hai bewakoof &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aur kaun hai chutiya,&lt;br /&gt;crore ruppey ka prashan hai bhaiya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How often does a Hindi film start with a dialogue like this ??&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps once in every 55,486  films that are made..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember the rainbow of expressions that followed this dialogue&lt;br /&gt;when I watched this film for the first time in theater..From a group of boys&lt;br /&gt;laughing like crazy to parents looking here and there pretending as if the&lt;br /&gt;film's first dialogue is yet to be spoken...The swear words keep pouring&lt;br /&gt;intermittently through out the film from everyone's mouth barring&lt;br /&gt;Kareena..It was surprising to see actors like Konkona Utter the "C" word&lt;br /&gt;casually even while serving food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Omkara&lt;/span&gt;, Vishal Bhardwaj's fourth directorial venture (Makdee,&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maqbool"&gt;Maqbool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and The Blue Umbrella being first three) is a hindi adaptation of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakespeare"&gt;Shakespeare's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Othello"&gt;Othello&lt;/a&gt;. Set against the milieu of political warfare in wild&lt;br /&gt;backwoods of Uttar Pradesh, Omkara revolves around the life of Omi(Ajay),&lt;br /&gt;bahubaali(right hand) of a local politician Bhaisaab(Naseeruddin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie entails a complex web of human emotions beautifully portrayed&lt;br /&gt;by deft actors to perfection..Saif who has been in the acting business&lt;br /&gt;for long had a rebirth with a powerhouse performance as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Langda Tyagi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ajay Devgan once again played the role of a local goon with panache and&lt;br /&gt;Konkona Sen reaffirmed her acting prowess by playing the role of Indu.&lt;br /&gt;While Vivek,Kareena managed to do justice to their roles,Deepak Dobriyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="new"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="new"&gt;stood out in his role as Rajju and needless to say &lt;/span&gt;Naseeruddin&lt;br /&gt;did his bit flawlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene where Dolly's father traduces about her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bahubali aurat ke Dariya charitra ko mat bhoolna, jo apne&lt;br /&gt;baap ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thag sakti hai woh kissi aur ki  sagi kya hi hogi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sets the tone of the movie and marks a change in its course.&lt;br /&gt;Next turn of events is depicted by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Langda smashing the mirror and smearing his forehead&lt;br /&gt;with his blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Soon after this the basic darker human emotions of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;envy&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suspicion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;revenge &lt;/span&gt;that were foisted earlier begin to manifest themselves&lt;br /&gt;and what follows is a dirty game of insinuations, perfidy and deceit&lt;br /&gt;only to end up as a gory tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exquisitely written poetic lyrics by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gulzar"&gt;Gulzar &lt;/a&gt;and Brilliantly composed music&lt;br /&gt;by Vishal(himself) adds another beautiful feather in the cap of Omkara..&lt;br /&gt;From haunting "Naina" and belligerent "Omkara" to the soulful instrumental&lt;br /&gt;track "The Tragedy of Omkara", they got them all bang on the target and&lt;br /&gt;who can forget the frenzy that "Beedi" still creates effortlessly on dance floors?&lt;br /&gt;The cinematography, screenplay and script too deserve full marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I had a realization of the power that background score carries and subtle&lt;br /&gt;hints that it drops about anything important thats going to happen in the next&lt;br /&gt;scene.Actually its a Meticulously prepared concoction of apt background&lt;br /&gt;score(which evokes pertinent feelings) and camera movement/speed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Omkara for it's authenticity and starkness, though I haven't&lt;br /&gt;read Othello so I am not in a position to compare the two but I&lt;br /&gt;strongly feel that Vishal would have done justice to Bard's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dialogues I Loved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Sarat ghoron pe lagaate hain, kathor! Seron pe nahi&lt;br /&gt;2) Arrey dekh rahe hain bhaiya kahin chuna khariya toh nah utha laye,&lt;br /&gt;aisi gori laundiya susri humare desh mein kahan se ho li ?&lt;br /&gt;3) Mann meri nahi maan raha hai aur main mann ki..&lt;br /&gt;4) Jab granthon ne kalank ko humare maathe ki bindi bana diya hai toh&lt;br /&gt;aapki kya galti hai omi bhaiya, hum apne ghar bar naate, sab tyaag kar&lt;br /&gt;aap logon ke sansaar mein nange haath chale aate hain, agni se bhi nikal&lt;br /&gt;jawen na toh bhi sagey nahi thagey hi kehelawien hain.&lt;br /&gt;5) Jab ghoree ke khoor mein naal thuke, to menduki bhi paun (u)thaa&lt;br /&gt;leti hai bhaiyya&lt;br /&gt;6) Baadi lakdi mat ttha (uttha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scenes I Loved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) The opening scene&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) Omi's negotiation with kaptaan on a truck&lt;br /&gt;3) MMS expose of Indor Singh, the scene before title track of the film.&lt;br /&gt;4) Announcement of Keeshu as the new bahubaali and the riot of colours,&lt;br /&gt;and gunshots that follow.&lt;br /&gt;5) Indu teasing Omi on his arrival(with Dolly) at their home.&lt;br /&gt;6) Cops visiting Omi's house being frisked and made to deposit arms.&lt;br /&gt;7) Langda and Rajju drinking atop a river bridge.&lt;br /&gt;8) Langda ridiculing Keeshu&lt;br /&gt;9) Bonfire with Langda talking about the kamarband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgVBd3_MY74"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgVBd3_MY74" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character in the movie/    Character in the play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omkara 'Omi' Shukla/               Othello&lt;br /&gt;Ishwar 'Langda' Tyagi/              Iago&lt;br /&gt;Keshav 'Kesu' Firangi/              Cassio&lt;br /&gt;Dolly Mishra/                              Desdemona&lt;br /&gt;Indu/                                            Emilia&lt;br /&gt;Billo Chamanbahar/                   Bianca&lt;br /&gt;Rajan ’Rajju’ Tiwari/                  Rodrigo&lt;br /&gt;Bhaisaab/                                     Duke of Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)All characters in the film share the same alphabet or sound in their first&lt;br /&gt;name as in the original Shakespeare classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) There was a shot where Saif Ali Khan is in the shadows, looking at a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Vishal Bharadwaj suggested that it would be very artistic and beautiful if Saif&lt;br /&gt;did it naked. The actor answered,&lt;br /&gt;"I am prepared to do that as long as you direct me naked."&lt;br /&gt;That was the end of the topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1)  &lt;a href="http://www.omkarathefilm.com/"&gt;Official site for Omkara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  &lt;a href="http://ocw.mit.edu/NR/rdonlyres/Foreign-Languages-and-Literatures/21F-011Fall-2006/52053742-D077-4DFD-8875-ED23DAEBF594/0/villains.pdf"&gt;A Comparison of the Antagonists of Omkara and Othello&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3)  &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omkara_%28film%29"&gt;Omkara on Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4)  &lt;a href="http://www.esnips.com/_t_/omkara"&gt;Omkara's music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/69/202623204_ec612c79bf_o.jpg"&gt;The bard and this dud&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-2174711476476410007?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2174711476476410007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=2174711476476410007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2174711476476410007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2174711476476410007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/06/omkara.html' title='Omkara !!!'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RmwzXNKpZXI/AAAAAAAAACw/AJAUFea4Y6g/s72-c/omkara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8465677564066267622</id><published>2007-06-08T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-10T09:32:06.160+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slideshare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac chicks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek'/><title type='text'>Mac Chicks !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like Mac     ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like Chicks ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's something for you that has it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mac Chicks = Mac + Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="https://s3.amazonaws.com:443/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=61165&amp;doc=mac-chicks-4110" height="348" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://s3.amazonaws.com:443/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=61165&amp;amp;doc=mac-chicks-4110"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy !!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8465677564066267622?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8465677564066267622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8465677564066267622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8465677564066267622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8465677564066267622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/06/mac-chicks.html' title='Mac Chicks !!!'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-6513944378227910379</id><published>2007-05-28T22:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:02.931+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiger falls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paonta sahib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dehradun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chakrata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bikes'/><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6*Guys + 3*150 CC Bikes = 795 Kms in 50 Hrs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This equation gives a basic idea of what this road trip was like but&lt;br /&gt;there's more to it than what meets the eye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a hiatus of more than an year I took the road on my CBZ for&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd bike trip ever and 1st one on the hills..After a tiring day at&lt;br /&gt;office and numerous attempts of convincing Mom about the safety&lt;br /&gt;aspects of the trip I joined other gang members at the starting point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starting Point: Madhuban Chowk(Rohini, Delhi) 25th May,9 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All of us gathered here and began  our longest bike trip ever...&lt;br /&gt;The biking skills varied from someone who had driven to about 600kms&lt;br /&gt;on a previous trip to someone who had barely managed to complete&lt;br /&gt;100kms(including trips to petrol pumps) on bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were getting petrol tanks filled and tire's checked&lt;br /&gt;for hawa  it started to drizzle, Could there be a more ominous start ?,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was decided that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sukhdev Dhaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Murthal&lt;/span&gt; would be 1st stoppage....&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I parked my bike someone came to me and told that&lt;br /&gt;there was some leakage from my bike..On closer inspection&lt;br /&gt;it turned out that there was a leak in the fuel tank&lt;br /&gt;( Did I tell you that I had got my bike serviced that very morning ?).&lt;br /&gt;Before this strange phenomenan could sink in a fellow Sardarji nonchalantly&lt;br /&gt;said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ispe M-Seal laga dete hain".&lt;/span&gt;The next minute saw three&lt;br /&gt;of us emptying the fuel tank in mineral water bottles(of all shapes n sizes),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rl0SGOh0RdI/AAAAAAAAACY/0EMhpO9ZYq4/s1600-h/705551839108_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rl0SGOh0RdI/AAAAAAAAACY/0EMhpO9ZYq4/s320/705551839108_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070228653677495762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two on a hunt for MSeal and one keeping an eye on our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an exhausting half n hour the tank was emptied, MSeal carefully&lt;br /&gt;put on the tank and dinner finished [followed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;burps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smelling of petrol&lt;/span&gt;(that went while sucking fuel from tank)] Luckily&lt;br /&gt;it did work and all of us were set to resume the attack and&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH FUCK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It so happened that I put the Lid of fuel tank ulta(opposite way)&lt;br /&gt;and bang the bike keys went inside the tank..so here were we&lt;br /&gt;out of the frying pan and into fire..Another set of Numerous&lt;br /&gt;attempts with Spoons,Forks, Magnets, Steel Wires and Seekh&lt;br /&gt;(Used to roast paneer and chicken) followed but all without avail..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a guard offered his bike keys to see it can be of help and&lt;br /&gt;bingo that did the trick of unlocking my bike..We were now slightly&lt;br /&gt;better placed, atleast the bike could be started..Without wasting&lt;br /&gt;much time we departed from there and drove with lid of tank carefully&lt;br /&gt;placed so that it doesnt fall and doesnt get locked either...Next&lt;br /&gt;stoppage was also dramatic, this time also it was me, the Clutch wire&lt;br /&gt;had gone loose....Luckily found an auto mechanic who fixed it, got the&lt;br /&gt;tank filled again, closed the tank's lid firmly and set off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paonta_Sahib"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paonta Sahib&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;at 6:30 Am, slept for 2 hours, had bath at&lt;br /&gt;banks of Yamuna, had Langar at a near by Gurdwara and left for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dehradun.nic.in/chakrata.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chakrata&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/a&gt;Reached &lt;a href="http://dehradun.nic.in/chakrata.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chakrata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;at&lt;/span&gt; around 5 and stayed overnight at a&lt;br /&gt;dormatory..Cracked Jokes and laughed like crazy..Without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;it was the funniest trip i had ever been on, Yes funniest as we laughed&lt;br /&gt;like crazies&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;can't forget that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASS Buster&lt;/span&gt; series of jokes and&lt;br /&gt;lighting of agarbatties to get rid of stench in the Loo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early Sunday Morning left for &lt;a href="http://dehradun.nic.in/chakrata.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiger Falls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the ride was RAW,&lt;br /&gt;I still remember a friend saying&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;road tutti hui hai or beech beech mein road hai mein farak hota ha&lt;/span&gt;i"&lt;br /&gt;Drove for about 17 kms at speeds of 30-40 and trust me I&lt;br /&gt;was scarred half the time. Driving a bike on hills is an unparalleled&lt;br /&gt;experience unlike driving/travelling in a car as on a bike you get to feel the&lt;br /&gt;heights more.Trekked another KM to reach falls..and the falls were&lt;br /&gt;quite worth it to say the least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rl051uh0ReI/AAAAAAAAACg/mEvfbsy4Q38/s1600-h/871440839108_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rl051uh0ReI/AAAAAAAAACg/mEvfbsy4Q38/s320/871440839108_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070272350674765282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cave just adjacent to the falls(perhaps a tiger used to live there and that's&lt;br /&gt;how the fall got its name)&lt;br /&gt;Best part was a rainbow that was formed in the falls .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RlznNeh0RbI/AAAAAAAAACI/8xfxDcqXY04/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RlznNeh0RbI/AAAAAAAAACI/8xfxDcqXY04/s320/Picture+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070181499231552946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were overwhelmed on seeing such a high/beautiful waterfall,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt its one of the highest in India..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rlzqhuh0RcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Iw6U2xetnqc/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rlzqhuh0RcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Iw6U2xetnqc/s320/Picture+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070185145658787266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bathed, Swam and had breakfast in falls and left for Chakrata&lt;br /&gt;around 10:45 AM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached &lt;a href="http://www.garhwalhimalayas.com/plan_aholiday/pick_yourplace/chakrata/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chakrata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on Time(there are timings for entry and exit) and&lt;br /&gt;then immediately left for Delhi..Stopped at a restaurant in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dehradun"&gt;Dehradun &lt;/a&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;lunch,drove back till &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jain Shikangi&lt;/span&gt;(Modinagar) with three-four&lt;br /&gt;10-15 minutes  breaks and managed to reach home by 00:15 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Total Expense per person Rs 1050\-&lt;br /&gt;2)  3 people got bruised (including me)&lt;br /&gt;3)  Everyone is still finding it hard to sit(given those long hour drives on hard bike seats)&lt;br /&gt;4)  Road Stretches worth driving&lt;br /&gt;a)   Last stretch of road leading to Dehradun&lt;br /&gt;b)   2nd half of Kalsi-Chakrata road&lt;br /&gt;c)   Chakrata - Tiger Falls&lt;br /&gt;d)   Last stretch of road leading to Paonta Sahib&lt;br /&gt;5) Saw a passionate married sardar couple on way back(to kalsi) that&lt;br /&gt;had parked their car in the middle of road and were french kissing&lt;br /&gt;away to glory outside it.&lt;br /&gt;6) Commonsense is the most uncommon thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rl057Oh0RfI/AAAAAAAAACo/PyxCqJipnPE/s1600-h/257300839108_0_ALB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rl057Oh0RfI/AAAAAAAAACo/PyxCqJipnPE/s320/257300839108_0_ALB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070272445164045810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I doubt whether everyone will get it in the first go....&lt;br /&gt;7)  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A pair of my bike keys is still in my fuel tank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/akshat_verma/chakrata.html"&gt;Where is Chakrata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dehradun"&gt;Dehradun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://dehradun.nic.in/chakrata.htm"&gt;Chakrata&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.chakrata.com/"&gt;Funny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-6513944378227910379?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6513944378227910379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=6513944378227910379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6513944378227910379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6513944378227910379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/05/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Rl0SGOh0RdI/AAAAAAAAACY/0EMhpO9ZYq4/s72-c/705551839108_0_ALB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2202497368977287524</id><published>2007-05-17T10:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:21:01.347+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex and the city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='satc'/><title type='text'>Sex and the City  Quotes</title><content type='html'>For all those who've loved &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt; Aka  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATC  &lt;/span&gt;here are some of it's most&lt;br /&gt;Famous/Memorable/Funniest/Raunchiest quotes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;: Come on, give me a little BJ, up and down a couple times, you're done, it's easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: Easy? You men have no idea what we're dealing with down there. Teeth placement, and jaw stress, and suction, and gag reflex, and all the while bobbing up and down, moaning and trying to breathe through our noses. Easy? Honey, they don't call it a job for nothin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they're supposed to run wild until they find someone -- just as wild -- to run with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Big&lt;/span&gt;: Have I what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: Ever been in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr Big&lt;/span&gt;: Absofuckinglutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: A fuck buddy is a guy you probably dated once or twice and it didn't really go anywhere, but the sex is so great you sort of... keep him on call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: Ooo, he's like dial-a-dick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte &lt;/span&gt;(to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;): Is your vagina in the New York City guidebooks?&lt;br /&gt;Because it should be - it's the hottest spot in town - it's always open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/span&gt;: Do you swallow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: Only when surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: I've lost my orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: In the cab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;: What do you mean, 'lost'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: I just spent the last two hours fucking with no finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: It happens. Sometimes you just can't get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: I can always get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;: Every time you have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: She's exaggerating. Please say you're exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: Well, I'll admit I have had to polish myself off once or twice, but yes! When I RSVP to a party, I make it my business to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: I'm so sick of these people with their children. I'm telling you, they're everywhere! Sitting next to me in first class, eating at the next table at John Schu— [A child runs by.] Look at that. This place is for double cappuccinos, NOT double strollers. [Glances at Miranda.] I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, no need to apologize. I wouldn't bring Brady here. Mommy needs two hands to eat her eight-dollar cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;: You're not going to defend children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;: No, I don't like any children but my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: How did this happen? How did they get the message that the ass is now on the menu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;: I bet there's one loud-mouthed guy who found some woman who loved it and told everyone 'women LOVE this!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: Who is this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;: Who's the woman who loved it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: Don't knock it 'till you've tried it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;: We're having Trey's sperm tested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;: Is it not doing well in school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: Why do we let the one thing we don't have affect how we feel about all the things we do have? Why does one-minus-a-plus-one feel like it adds up to zero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: Your vagina's depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;: The mood elevator sort of corrects the imbalance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;: Wait a minute, how do you know your vagina's depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;: There are symptoms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: Like what, it can't meet its deadline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;: It always wants to go to Krispy Kreme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: Is he that bad in bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;: No. He's just... he's a guy. He can rebuild a jet engine but when it comes to a woman... What's the big mystery? It's my clitoris, not the Sphinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. Big&lt;/span&gt;: After a while, you just want to be with the one that makes you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: The only place you can control a man is in bed. If we perpetually gave men blow jobs we could run the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: And at least our hands would be free to greet dignitaries and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe you have to let go of who you were, to become who you will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: I will not be judged by you or society. I will wear whatever—and blow whomever—I want as long as I can breathe and kneel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: When men attempt bold gestures, generally it's considered romantic. When women do it, it's often considered desperate or psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;: I'm sorry, Steve, I'm an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah you are. But you're my asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miranda&lt;/span&gt;: That's sweet. And gross, at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: Well, let's just say it: you won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: Was there a contest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;: Oh please! There's always a contest with an ex. It's called "who will die miserable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: New York City is all about sex. People getting it, people trying to get it, people who can't get it. No wonder the city never sleeps. It's too busy trying to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;: Did you know I read that if you don't have sex for a year, you can actually become re-virginized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt;: And, I would imagine, quite frisky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes half the amount of time you dated someone to get over them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more SATC quotes &lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-satc-quotes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-2202497368977287524?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2202497368977287524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=2202497368977287524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2202497368977287524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2202497368977287524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/05/sex-and-city-quotes.html' title='Sex and the City  Quotes'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2722642354913775596</id><published>2007-05-11T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:03.254+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kamasutra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='postures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='commasutra'/><title type='text'>CommaSutra</title><content type='html'>Got hold of this amazing li'l piece of creativity courtesy a friend..&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely Loved it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RkRFYvAGMJI/AAAAAAAAACA/sX9xqTy-cpM/s320/comma-sutra.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063248172307329170" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-2722642354913775596?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2722642354913775596/comments/default' title='Post 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-4786281000404420399</id><published>2007-04-30T23:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-02T23:16:17.294+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='danceworx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='about nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHC'/><title type='text'>aBOUT nOTHinG</title><content type='html'>After numerous failed attempts to watch a play or screening of&lt;br /&gt;a foreign film at IHC, I managed(just in the nick of time) to reach&lt;br /&gt;their today to watch "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About Nothing&lt;/span&gt;" a musical directed by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Lobo&lt;/span&gt;, as a part of the ongoing Hungry Heart Festival '07..&lt;br /&gt;Got slightly disappointed initially as we were made to buy tickets&lt;br /&gt;@Rs200/person and not @Rs50(the amount we had settled for earlier)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 500 coming from one pocket, 200 from another and 100&lt;br /&gt;from another we managed 800 bucks for 4 tickets&lt;br /&gt;(A friend also had to sprint to the ATM to get some cash for our dinner).&lt;br /&gt;That was the day's end for our disappointment,anxiety and any other feeling&lt;br /&gt;that can be categorized as non positive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter the world of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Drama&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Nothing is a visual interpretation of story of a boy named&lt;br /&gt;Salman, his moments of joy, despair,angst and pain in his quest&lt;br /&gt;for survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Musical was narrative in nature, with just one protagonist who&lt;br /&gt;verbalized about various things/feelings that one encounters in&lt;br /&gt;the journey called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life. &lt;/span&gt;A bald guy in late 20's played the&lt;br /&gt;protagonist, speaking in English with an occasional word or two in Hindi.&lt;br /&gt;The motifs change every 5-7 minutes varying from&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pressure children go through these days&lt;/span&gt;" to "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it extremely good that after every few minutes of&lt;br /&gt;"food for thought" by the narrator, a Dancy(another word is born)&lt;br /&gt;version of the same followed..The performances came in  numerous forms&lt;br /&gt;with eclectically chosen, made for each other, pieces of music..I wonder&lt;br /&gt;if anyone from the audience could pronounce which had a broader&lt;br /&gt;spectrum, the topics that narrator's spoke on, the forms of music or&lt;br /&gt;the styles of dance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Few lines that clung to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Relationships...Why at all do we need relationships ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why are we always on a lookout for new relationships or&lt;br /&gt;trying to better the existing ones ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't we all be living on isolated islands, Alone without being Lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Profundity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the Joy a rich kid gets from fiddling with a new remote control more&lt;br /&gt;than the Joy a street urchin gets by dragging a tyre with a rope ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophistication,Love, Relationships,Respect,Family,Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a few more were the words that were dissected and shown various&lt;br /&gt;facets of...Though the verbalizing was quite good, the dance got better&lt;br /&gt;of it almost every time..From &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rumba&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tap Dance&lt;/span&gt;, Dance all the way&lt;br /&gt;it was..Young girls and boys performing the toughest,never seen before,&lt;br /&gt;how can she do it moves had the audience enraptured....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the songs that were played the ones that familiar ones were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chamma chamma&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;welcome to the jungle&lt;/span&gt; and a song from devdas&lt;br /&gt;..As far the dance was concerned I particularly liked the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tap Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they created music by clapping/tapping n what not), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rumba &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;another concoction that came after the theme "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;"..The on stage&lt;br /&gt;chemistry for this piece was as amazing as the dance itself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a bonus to see some familiar faces(from Dx) on stage namely&lt;br /&gt;Pooja, Garima and Shohini. I am quite certain that I would have&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About Nothing&lt;/span&gt;" as much had I not been a Dance Enthusiast myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ashley &lt;/span&gt;and the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.thedanceworx.com/"&gt;Danceworx &lt;/a&gt;team for this splendid effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-4786281000404420399?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4786281000404420399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=4786281000404420399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4786281000404420399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4786281000404420399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/04/about-nothing.html' title='aBOUT nOTHinG'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-5274582081761250187</id><published>2007-04-29T09:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:03.540+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead poet&apos;s society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peter weir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robin williams'/><title type='text'>Dead Poet's Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RjQbk_AGMFI/AAAAAAAAABk/3AmbEAJdRyE/s1600-h/Dead_poets_society.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RjQbk_AGMFI/AAAAAAAAABk/3AmbEAJdRyE/s320/Dead_poets_society.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058698603644989522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dir&lt;/b&gt;: Peter Weir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cast&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;Robin Williams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000494/"&gt;Robert Sean Leonard&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000160/"&gt;Ethan Hawke&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001038/"&gt;Josh Charles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some community on &lt;a href="http://www.orkut.com/"&gt;Orkut&lt;/a&gt; a random poll question read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When u r not happy with ur surroundings wat would u do???".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I nonchalantly voted for &lt;i&gt;"Watch Movies".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;After two days I found myself in that very situation and I did&lt;br /&gt;Watch Movie the movie being "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0097165/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dead Poet's Society&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;". I had&lt;br /&gt;heard of this movie before but it was when i read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;i&gt;We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;We read and write poetry because we are members&lt;br /&gt;of the human race. And the human race is filled&lt;br /&gt;with passion. And medicine,law, business,&lt;br /&gt;engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary&lt;br /&gt;to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance,love,&lt;br /&gt;these are what we stay alive for&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/b&gt; that i decided &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_Poets_Society"&gt;DPS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would be the next movie I'd watch(at home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carpe_diem"&gt;Carpe Diem &lt;/a&gt;is the phrase that comes to mind every time I&lt;br /&gt;think of DPS, as it's the essence of the movie. The movie is&lt;br /&gt;beautifully written and has much more to it than the life at&lt;br /&gt;a boys school, it hints rather it hits at some of the all time&lt;br /&gt;deep philosophical ideas like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freethought"&gt;freethinking&lt;/a&gt; aka &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freethought"&gt;freethought&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Carpe Diem. The movie is to each according to his/her&lt;br /&gt;perception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin Williams does his role as Keating quite naturally and is&lt;br /&gt;needless to say quite good at it. Robert and Josh also do&lt;br /&gt;justice to their roles and as far as other's are concerned their&lt;br /&gt;wasn't much of acting needed in their roles..With some&lt;br /&gt;visually appealing scenes and a nice background score DPS&lt;br /&gt;is a heady mix. The movie also has it's share of some really&lt;br /&gt;funny moments like this one&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Keating: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Language was developed for one endeavor, and that is,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Anderson. &lt;i&gt;Come on, are you a man or an amoeba?&lt;/i&gt; Mr. Perry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Neil: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uh, to communicate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Keating: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nooo!! To woo women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Parent's enforcing their ambitions on their children, corporal&lt;br /&gt;punishment, Institutions thriving on tradition are some of the&lt;br /&gt;more explicit themes in the film. It is one of those films&lt;br /&gt;that can and should be watched multiple times to bring&lt;br /&gt;the prescribed thoughts home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4.25/5 (&lt;/b&gt;after flip flopping between 4 and 4.25&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Imdb Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.7/10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Dialogues I Liked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;1) &lt;/span&gt;No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas&lt;br /&gt;can change the world.&lt;br /&gt;2) There is a time for daring and a time for caution,&lt;br /&gt;and a wise man knows which is called for.&lt;br /&gt;3) We're not laughing at you - we're laughing near you.&lt;br /&gt;4) I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...&lt;br /&gt;to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to&lt;br /&gt;die, discover that I had not lived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0694676/"&gt;McAllister&lt;/a&gt;: "Show me the heart unfettered by foolish&lt;br /&gt;dreams and I'll show you a happy man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;John Keating&lt;/a&gt;: "But only in their dreams can men be truly&lt;br /&gt;free. 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;6) Boys, you must strive to find your own voice.&lt;br /&gt;Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you&lt;br /&gt;are to find it at all. Thoreau said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be resigned to that. Break out!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7) &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;John Keating&lt;/a&gt;: Now we all have a great need for acceptance,&lt;br /&gt;but you must trust that your beliefs are unique, your own,&lt;br /&gt;even though others may think them odd or unpopular, even&lt;br /&gt;though the herd may go, [&lt;i&gt;imitating a goat&lt;/i&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000245/"&gt;John Keating&lt;/a&gt;: "that's baaaaad." Robert Frost said,&lt;br /&gt;"Two roads diverged in the wood and I, I took the one less&lt;br /&gt;traveled by, and that has made all the difference."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;8) &lt;/o:p&gt;Just when you think you know something,you have to&lt;br /&gt;look at it in another way.  Even though it may seem silly&lt;br /&gt;or wrong,  you must try! Now, when you read, don't just&lt;br /&gt;consider what the author thinks.  Consider what you think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Carpe Diem! Seize the day. Make your lives extraordinary.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Scenes that clicked:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1)&lt;/o:p&gt; All of Keating's classes.&lt;br /&gt;2) The one on soccer field.&lt;br /&gt;3) The first DPS meeting.&lt;br /&gt;4) Tow Knox meets Chris for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;5) Tow "The world's first unmanned flying  desk set".&lt;br /&gt;6) Tow "Phone call from GOD".&lt;br /&gt;7) Tow "Knox asking Chris for a play".&lt;br /&gt;8) The last scene with boys standing up on their desks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) DPS partly inspired a Bollywood hit called "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0213890/"&gt;Mohabbatein&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;starring &lt;span class="ilnk"&gt;"Shah Rukh Khan"&lt;/span&gt; and veteran actor "&lt;span class="ilnk"&gt;Amitabh Bachchan&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;2) DPS is Loosely based on the experiences of private school&lt;br /&gt;students with Samuel Pickering, who is currently a Professor&lt;br /&gt;of English at the University of Connecticut.&lt;br /&gt;3) The movie's line&lt;br /&gt;"Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary."&lt;br /&gt;was voted as the #95 movie quote by the American&lt;br /&gt;FilmInstitute (out of 100)&lt;br /&gt;4) Originally, Professor Keating was supposed to die of leukemia.&lt;br /&gt;But the director decided to have the story focus on the boys instead.&lt;br /&gt;5) The film was also inspired by the book &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="ilnk"&gt;Goodbye, Mr. Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="ilnk"&gt;James Hilton&lt;/span&gt;, which has been adapted for television or film&lt;br /&gt;at least four times.&lt;br /&gt;6) The quotation from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_David_Thoreau" class="ilnk" target="_top" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method|4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));"&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/a&gt; read at the&lt;br /&gt;beginning of each meeting is incorrect. It actually reads&lt;br /&gt;"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately,&lt;br /&gt;to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not&lt;br /&gt;learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die,&lt;br /&gt;discover that I had not lived. …&lt;br /&gt;I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear;&lt;br /&gt;nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite&lt;br /&gt;necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow&lt;br /&gt;of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all&lt;br /&gt;that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to&lt;br /&gt;drive life into a corner…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.dailyscript.com/scripts/dead_poets_final.html"&gt;Script&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_Poets_Society"&gt;Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Weir"&gt;Peter Weir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/CollegePark/5552/dps.htm"&gt;Misc Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;a href="http://www.antiromantic.com/dps/poetry.asp"&gt;List of Poems in DPS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VCn6CZ4d24k"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VCn6CZ4d24k" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-5274582081761250187?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5274582081761250187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=5274582081761250187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5274582081761250187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5274582081761250187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/04/dead-poets-society.html' title='Dead Poet&apos;s Society'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RjQbk_AGMFI/AAAAAAAAABk/3AmbEAJdRyE/s72-c/Dead_poets_society.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-6529190973894826574</id><published>2007-04-24T23:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T00:09:31.365+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miranda july'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AYTFPOA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Are You The Favourite Person of Anybody ?</title><content type='html'>Got to know of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miranda_July"&gt;Miranda July&lt;/a&gt; after watching &lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0415978/"&gt;Me and You and Everyone  We Know&lt;/a&gt;  reviewed &lt;a href="http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-and-you-and-everyone-we-know.html"&gt;here. &lt;/a&gt;Obvious &lt;br/&gt;that it is, she's got loads of Talent that too not just for a &lt;br/&gt;particular thing or two.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Miranda July&lt;/strong&gt; (born February 15, 1974) is a performance artist, &lt;br/&gt;musician, writer, actress and film director" --Wikipedia&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyone whose wathced &lt;strong&gt;MAYAEWK&lt;/strong&gt; can vouch for the fact that MJ&lt;br/&gt; can write, act and direct beautifully and it can prove difficult to say&lt;br/&gt; which one's better, MJ the actor or MJ the director.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sample this &lt;a href="http://noonebelongsheremorethanyou.com/"&gt;No One Belongs Here More Than You&lt;/a&gt; . I haven't come &lt;br/&gt;across something  with creativity quotient(Aah another term gets &lt;br/&gt;coined) this high for a long time. I mean who scribbles on a stove,&lt;br/&gt;takes its pics and make a tiny website of it ? Getting back to&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0437825/"&gt;AYTFPOF. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's a very small short film lasting 3Minutes and&lt;br/&gt; 57 Seconds. But this doesn't mean that it's trivial  in anysense..&lt;br/&gt;There's nothing more to the movie then its title but that  itself is&lt;br/&gt;quite thought rich content.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;What would you say if someone out of no where asks you &lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Are you the Favourite Person of Anybody ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Lemme think it for myself...hmmmmm....The answer that comes &lt;br/&gt;Naturally is  "&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;"..&lt;br/&gt;How sure am i about this ? 1) Very Certain 2) Confident &lt;br/&gt;3) I think so 4) Not so sure 5) Could be..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confident&lt;/strong&gt; is my answer &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I know it doesn't sound good but then that's the way it is, unless &lt;br/&gt;there is some small kid somewhere who doesn't know much &lt;br/&gt;about the world and myself and therefore has me as his/her &lt;br/&gt;favourite person...Not quite practical though..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ok now how about taking a 180 degree turn ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Whose my Favourite Person ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That's kinda interesting as well...Eureka...With very li'l thinking &lt;br/&gt;i found the answer and the answer is "&lt;strong&gt;My Mother&lt;/strong&gt;"....&lt;br/&gt;Yep, she's my favourite person..For all she's done for me and &lt;br/&gt;the way she makes me feel....Love you Mom...&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/asyWVtoCjNM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/asyWVtoCjNM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things that clicked&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;1) The concept of the film.&lt;br/&gt;2) Some many prominent people are not anyone's favourite. &lt;br/&gt; 3) The 2nd responded being very certain about not being anyone's&lt;br/&gt;    favourite (despite havin a g/f)..i know but still...&lt;br/&gt; 4) (A) I am not interested in these kind of things&lt;br/&gt;      (B) what sort of things?&lt;br/&gt;     (A) These things Free Love and all that..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Are you the Favourite Person of Anybody ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-6529190973894826574?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6529190973894826574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=6529190973894826574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6529190973894826574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6529190973894826574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/04/are-you-favourite-person-of-anybody.html' title='Are You The Favourite Person of Anybody ?'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-5026759254176460283</id><published>2007-04-24T09:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:18:13.842+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought'/><title type='text'>Thought's / Quote's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quid me nutrit me destruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Latin Saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;size&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, it's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;size&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fight in the dog....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a bitch and then you die -- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kurt Cobain, Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't deciphered it yet......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie-What Dreams May Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;             You have to break in half to love somebody....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to break into a million pieces to love somebody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Once in a while I come across a quote/line or something about whose meaning&lt;br /&gt;i am not really sure, here's one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="quoteA-quFirstLetter"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ake everything as simple as possible, but not simple&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Any thoughts ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Days are always blank; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you can fill them with whatever you wish to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;or whatever mood you are in... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It is the nights which have their own flavour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;and you can just get drowned in that flavour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-5026759254176460283?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5026759254176460283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=5026759254176460283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5026759254176460283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5026759254176460283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/04/thoughtquote-of-day-24thapr07.html' title='Thought&apos;s / Quote&apos;s'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2930345849902810558</id><published>2007-04-14T20:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:03.760+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me and you and everyone we know'/><title type='text'>Me and You and Everyone We Know..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RiEpRvsyuhI/AAAAAAAAABM/pgJAeffdo2A/s1600-h/me_and_you_poster_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RiEpRvsyuhI/AAAAAAAAABM/pgJAeffdo2A/s320/me_and_you_poster_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053365641725262354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dir&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miranda_July"&gt;Miranda July&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cast&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Hawkes_%28actor%29"&gt; John Hawkes&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miranda_July"&gt;Miranda July&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0999419/"&gt;Miles Thompson&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brandon_Ratcliff"&gt;Brandon Ratcliff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked a friend for a thought provoking, that's how i came across this film.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't think of anything better than watching a movie on this ideal&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening so thought of trying this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abstract, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;that's the word that comes to mind when I think about this&lt;br /&gt;movie. Don't know why but it reminds me of a movie titled "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0147612/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;",&lt;br /&gt;hmm...probably because it's also got a whole lot of stories running in&lt;br /&gt;parallel. Short stories  of a few people who stay in a neighborhood and of a&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; few who are somehow linked to these people(neighborhood).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; The best thing about the movie is the sheer variety of characters&lt;br /&gt;involved and the multiple facets of the contemporary life it reflects.&lt;br /&gt;I am quite sure everyone can relate to something or the other from&lt;br /&gt;the movie. There are some movies that start in a not so different way&lt;br /&gt;but slowly start showing their mettle while there are others that start in&lt;br /&gt;a unique way and set the mood for everything that follows..MaYaEWK&lt;br /&gt;being the latter. The way it starts made me sit back alertly just to ensure&lt;br /&gt;i catch finer nuances of the dialogues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The stories flow seamlessly into each other and back while the&lt;br /&gt;background score adds another subtle layer to these stories. Love,&lt;br /&gt;Experimentations with Sex, Troubled Relationships, Falling Marriages,&lt;br /&gt;Fatherhood, Peer Rivalry and Longing for Companionship..the movie&lt;br /&gt;has it all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;))&lt;&gt;((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Rating&lt;/span&gt;: 3.75/5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imdb Rating&lt;/span&gt;:7.5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dialogues I liked&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1)I'm gonna be free.I'm gonna be free. And I'm gonna be brave.I'm gonna be brave.Good.And the next one is—I'm gonna live each day as if it were my last.Oh, that's good. You like that? Yeah. Say it.I'm gonna live each day as if it were my last.Fantastically.Fantastically.Courageously.Courageously.With grace.With grace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2)&lt;i&gt;Cause it's life&lt;/i&gt;—&lt;i&gt;It's life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it's happening.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's really, really happening...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;right now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3)&lt;/i&gt;No one is going to live your life for you. Okay. That's not how it works, but okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;4)I can't sleep at night thinking about her. I just wish I had met her 50    years sooner.- Yeah.- But then maybe I needed 70   years of life...to be ready for a woman like Ellen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;5)People think foot pain is a fact of life...but life is actually better than that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;6)I don't want to have to do this living. I just walk around. I want to be swept off my feet,you know? I want my children to have magical powers. I am prepared for amazing things to happen. I can handle it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;7) Ice Land is—It's kind of like that point in a relationship, you know...where you suddenly realize it's not gonna last forever. You know, you can see the end in sight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;8) How did you do that? Oh, well, do you want the long version or the short version? The long one. I was trying to save my life, and it didn't work. What's the short one? I burned it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;9) I've long since stopped trying to make people...do things they don't want to do.But she's the love of your life. You're just gonna let her go? No. She's just... going&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;10)We have a whole life to live together, you fucker! But it can't start until you call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;11) You can be sure Pam and I would be sent to our rooms for all our fighting. Yes, they would give us a time-out...and tell us we could not come out until we had really thought about what we had done. What have we done? But... there are no time-outs. There's not enough time for time-out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Scenes that clicked with me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1) The Opening Scene with Christine.&lt;br /&gt;2) Christine and Michael try to save the fish.&lt;br /&gt;3) Christine's and Richard walk towards Car Park.&lt;br /&gt;4) Neighborhood Girls with Peter.&lt;br /&gt;5) When Robby meets his chat friend.&lt;br /&gt;6) When Christine scribbles on the inside of her car's mirror&lt;br /&gt;7) "Me" and "You" shoe scene.&lt;br /&gt;8) Slyvie discussing interiors of her future house and talks she'll have with her daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trivia&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1) Took me 1.5 hrs to watch the movie and about 2hrs to write this review&lt;br /&gt;2) Wrote the whole of it single handedly(with just my left hand as my right thumb is injured)&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/m/me-and-you-everyone-script.shtml"&gt;Movie Script&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.meandyoumovie.com/"&gt;Movie's official site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trailer&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qko1DbEMZQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-qko1DbEMZQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-2930345849902810558?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2930345849902810558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=2930345849902810558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2930345849902810558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2930345849902810558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-and-you-and-everyone-we-know.html' title='Me and You and Everyone We Know..'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RiEpRvsyuhI/AAAAAAAAABM/pgJAeffdo2A/s72-c/me_and_you_poster_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-1162922595387240735</id><published>2007-03-30T13:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:21:54.252+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;the cuppycake song&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuppycake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>Cuteness Personified</title><content type='html'>Presenting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The CuppyCake Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z6pWhM6TA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z6pWhM6TA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen/heard anything cutter then this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;1) Thanks Shilpa for introducing me to this song.&lt;br /&gt;2) It's the original 1994 video of "The Cuppycake Song" (words and music by Judianna Castle) being recorded by the original artist (Amy aged 3) at her home studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/19929930-1162922595387240735?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1162922595387240735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=1162922595387240735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1162922595387240735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1162922595387240735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/03/cuteness-personified.html' title='Cuteness Personified'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8053999199373567640</id><published>2007-03-26T20:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-16T01:48:51.133+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q and A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Pass'/><title type='text'>Q and A</title><content type='html'>Q1) What to do when you feel sleepy but don't feel like sleeping ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8053999199373567640?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8053999199373567640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8053999199373567640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8053999199373567640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8053999199373567640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/03/q-and.html' title='Q and A'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2415133765530411324</id><published>2007-03-25T16:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:04.604+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chapati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sdlc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cdlc'/><title type='text'>CDLC</title><content type='html'>Yes, it sounds something like the &lt;b&gt;SDLC&lt;/b&gt;(for those of you who are away from&lt;br /&gt;software, for good, its &lt;b style=""&gt;Software Development Life Cycle&lt;/b&gt;). &lt;b&gt;CDLC &lt;/b&gt;is a self&lt;br /&gt;coined term meaning "&lt;b&gt;Chapati Development Life Cycle&lt;/b&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Today being 2nd (or 3rd) time when i practiced making chapatis aka roti's&lt;br /&gt;aka fulka’s,partly in order to help my mum who has an injured finger&lt;br /&gt;and partly for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first making chapati's is not at all difficult and like most of the&lt;br /&gt;things it gets better with practice. In not more than 10 minutes in totality&lt;br /&gt;i learned how to make a Chapati and a namak mirch parantha.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, its quite an achievement for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I learned in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Making something yourself gives a unique sort of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;2) You get to know more about the things that you have been taking granted for long, things that run in the background&lt;br /&gt;3) Preparing a chapatti, Preparing tasty Chapati and Preparing a beautiful Chapati are three different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;Chapati is now a word in dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics i took some time back....&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RgZXw1grGrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/304qfO5RUBU/s1600-h/Picture+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RgZXw1grGrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/304qfO5RUBU/s320/Picture+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045816929024678578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RgZYqVgrGsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Gr9xT0TbBtU/s1600-h/Picture+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RgZYqVgrGsI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Gr9xT0TbBtU/s320/Picture+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045817916867156674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RgZZhlgrGtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ANJCLCaUntQ/s1600-h/Picture+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RgZZhlgrGtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ANJCLCaUntQ/s320/Picture+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045818866054929106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RgZaPVgrGuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DBt26dl-cKE/s1600-h/Picture+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RgZaPVgrGuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/DBt26dl-cKE/s320/Picture+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045819652033944290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RgZchlgrGvI/AAAAAAAAABE/lOW-9dnPRRk/s1600-h/Picture+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RgZchlgrGvI/AAAAAAAAABE/lOW-9dnPRRk/s320/Picture+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045822164589812466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-2415133765530411324?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2415133765530411324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=2415133765530411324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2415133765530411324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2415133765530411324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/03/cdlc.html' title='CDLC'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/RgZXw1grGrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/304qfO5RUBU/s72-c/Picture+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-131793915346736538</id><published>2007-03-23T23:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-16T13:03:41.340+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;traffic signal&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>Bhaiya please green light kar do...</title><content type='html'>Do you often find yoursef running late for a meeting or a party or perhaps&lt;br /&gt;a movie, driving like a Ghost Rider only to find yourself getting&lt;br /&gt;stuck at that crucial traffic signal   simply because some bulb  chooses to&lt;br /&gt;go &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and not &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ??..If yes, then chance are that like everyone&lt;br /&gt;else you might find yourself uttering curses  and praying for those lights&lt;br /&gt;to flip colours instantaneously( by magic perhaps), but then magic doesn't&lt;br /&gt;happen right? and you end up sitting/waiting there feeling helpless and hapless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my answer to that is concerned, it would be an emphatic &lt;strong&gt;YES,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yes it happens quite often to me and so to say it happened today only&lt;br /&gt;and that's why i am writing this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happend today was quite an unusual thing, unusual to the extent of being&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable for some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 1&lt;/strong&gt;: Rushing from greenpark at 7 Pm for PVR Saket(had a  show at 7:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 2&lt;/strong&gt;: Waiting at IIT Redlight in a friend's car, telling them how these traffic&lt;br /&gt;signals  are  manually controlled during peak traffic hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Enter a random thought: Someone tell that traffic policeman to turn the lights on our side green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 3&lt;/strong&gt;: I getting out of the car and running towards the traffic policman and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bhaiya hum log movie ke show ke liye late ho rahe hain, please humari light ko green kar do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than a split second that guy acknowledged my request and granted my wish. Wow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 4&lt;/strong&gt;: I rushing back to our car and finding  that the light has already changed its colour to Orange/Yellow/Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scene 5&lt;/strong&gt;: Us crossing that red light and laughing our asses out thinking about what we just did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you don't really expect some one to ask for such a thing and moreover someone( a &lt;strong&gt;POLICEMAN&lt;/strong&gt; at that) doing such a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then things happen when they ought to happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trivia:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The social engineered traffic signal saved a couple of minutes and saw us reaching&lt;br /&gt;almost on time for the show&lt;br /&gt;2) I lost 85% of this post as i pressed some key and was not saving it while writing.&lt;br /&gt;3) After this my comp mysteriously restarted twice, making me re-write few lines&lt;br /&gt;4) All in all it took me more than 1.5 hours to write this post..GOSH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-131793915346736538?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/131793915346736538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=131793915346736538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/131793915346736538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/131793915346736538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/03/bhaiya-please-green-light-kar-do.html' title='Bhaiya please green light kar do...'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8123097838534472670</id><published>2007-03-22T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:10:57.762+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;unbridled pain&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>My Unbridled Pain</title><content type='html'>What follows are some feelings that i had some time back which came out in form of  a short poem, mostly its something bad/sad that makes me write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Written during my stay in g'gaon last year...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down alone, to scribble&lt;strong&gt; again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Vying to subside, my unbridled&lt;strong&gt; pain&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intermittent waves of sadness, are driving me &lt;strong&gt;insane&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Forever trying to analyse , but always ending in &lt;strong&gt;vain&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why only on me, does it always &lt;strong&gt;rain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Still not to sure, if it's a boom or a &lt;strong&gt;bane&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to figure out one day, what he was trying to &lt;strong&gt;attain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Dragging my life, with traces of hope that &lt;strong&gt;remain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has changed yet, i can still relate as much to these lines as i did when i wrote 'em..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8123097838534472670?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8123097838534472670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8123097838534472670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8123097838534472670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8123097838534472670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-unbridled-pain.html' title='My Unbridled Pain'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8892473267449930577</id><published>2007-03-18T16:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:46:44.995+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kay kay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KK'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PKSE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night out'/><title type='text'>(KK + PK ) * SE</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are not familiar with the acronym PKSE, it stands for &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pyar Ke Side Effects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(yes, title of that Mallika, Rahul Bose flick) and if you dont know what the hindi word "&lt;strong&gt;Pyar&lt;/strong&gt;" means than....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this phrase and off late i've vicariously felt quite a few these &lt;strong&gt;EFFECTS&lt;/strong&gt; especially the &lt;span&gt;Post Pyar Effects&lt;/span&gt; , its like those intermittent afterwaves of tremor that keep coming back after an earthquake and squash the residuum of whatevers left(Hope included). More on it later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happened to attend a lavish corporate bash yesternight and what follows are some of the details&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, Kay Kay (the singer) rocks and rocks damn good. It was the first time that I saw him perform live and it was so to say truly amazing. A possible reason being the sheer number of hits he has given...Less than 5 seconds after he started the opening song "&lt;strong&gt;Yaaron&lt;/strong&gt;" almost everyone knew that they were in for some real melodious treat. One after the other the Songs kept pouring and all were drenched down to their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Tu Aashiqui Hai&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;Tadap Tadap Ke&lt;/strong&gt;","&lt;strong&gt;Banda Yeh Bindaas Hai&lt;/strong&gt;", "&lt;strong&gt;Pal&lt;/strong&gt;","&lt;strong&gt;Awarapan Banjarapan&lt;/strong&gt;","&lt;strong&gt;O Humdum&lt;/strong&gt;" he sang 'em all and i believe each one of them did its' share of killings...Off all the songs that he sang a few that seemed to come  deeper from his heart were "&lt;strong&gt;Awarapan&lt;/strong&gt;" and "&lt;strong&gt;Tadap Tadap&lt;/strong&gt;"..The crowd went crazy with girls swooning to just get a&lt;br /&gt;Hand Shake or two. It was in most senses the stuff great music concerts are made of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party saw me meeting old pals, having a few cocktails, hypontized by the music and dancing my body off..For a minute I thought about the power that music has and the emotions&lt;br /&gt;(to various extents) that it can generate in almost no time. Its like you listen to any meaningful song(HINDI particularly) and you'll find a line or two atleast to which you can correlate and they'll be sufficient to entrance you and take you to a different plane of thought n feelings alltogether.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post show it was time to catch up on friends and happenings with/around them. Had late night conversations about lots of things, most of 'em can be labelled as PKSE.&lt;br /&gt;That's how another night out came to an end and here i am making a note in my &lt;strong&gt;NOTEBOOK&lt;/strong&gt; for some future nostalgic reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kahan Kise Ke Liye Hai Mumkin&lt;br /&gt; Sab Ke Liye Ek Sa Hona&lt;br /&gt;Kahan Kise Ke Liye Hai Mumkin&lt;br /&gt; Sab Ke Liye Ek Sa Hona&lt;br /&gt;Thoda Sa Dil Mera Bura Hai&lt;br /&gt; Thoda Bhala Hai Seene Mein&lt;br /&gt;Awaarapaan Banjarapaan&lt;br /&gt; Ek Hala Hai Sine Mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kay Kay's Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hindilyrix.com/singers/singer-k-k.html"&gt;http://www.hindilyrix.com/singers/singer-k-k.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Afterwave:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;Don't think there's such a word but then that's how words are coined right ? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8892473267449930577?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8892473267449930577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8892473267449930577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8892473267449930577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8892473267449930577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/03/kk-pk-se.html' title='(KK + PK ) * SE'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-5911070702375794469</id><published>2007-03-14T23:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:58:26.787+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angelina &quot;angelina jolie&quot; jolie desirable lady beautiful'/><title type='text'>Do they have adjectives for her ?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="https://s3.amazonaws.com:443/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=4835&amp;doc=angelina-jolie-pics-16171" width="425" height="348"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="https://s3.amazonaws.com:443/slideshare/ssplayer.swf?id=4835&amp;doc=angelina-jolie-pics-16171"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-5911070702375794469?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/5911070702375794469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=5911070702375794469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5911070702375794469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/5911070702375794469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-they-have-adjectives-for-her.html' title='Do they have adjectives for her ?????'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-6232868419734628869</id><published>2007-03-10T22:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:48:00.259+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hollywood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pursuit of happyness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Happyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Director&lt;/strong&gt;: Gabriele Muccino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cast&lt;/strong&gt;: Will Smith, Jaden Smith &amp; Thandie Newton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This part of my life, this tiny part of my life is called "writing movie reviews"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Paul Gardner (born February 9, 1954 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin) is a self-made millionaire, entrepreneur, motivational speaker and philanthropist.&lt;br /&gt;--Wikipedia,  the free encyclopedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is inspired by a book with the same name authored by Chris himself and is about&lt;br /&gt;his life and his struggle(in early 1980's) with marital life, career and homelessness while raising&lt;br /&gt;his toddler son. As it happenes most of the times,the movie adaptation of a book&lt;br /&gt;tends to miss out on some vital aspects of the story on various pretexts, here also the movie&lt;br /&gt;doesn't refer at all (sparring a dialogue when he refer's about not knowing his father)&lt;br /&gt;to Chris's life before his marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First close up shot of Chris Gardner(Will Smith) drops a hint about the tone of the&lt;br /&gt;movie  followed shortly by, a beautifully sequence( in which he feels quite left out on seeing a crowd of happy passerby's), that makes the tone more apparent. Of all the actors the one&lt;br /&gt;that stood out for me was cute li'l Christopher, who apart from acting beautifully made audience&lt;br /&gt;have their  share of laughter. Will did his job good enough to be nomitated for the&lt;br /&gt;Best Actor's Award at the Oscars. The movie picks up slowly and continues to do so till the very end with getting Painfully Slow for a good 10 minutes. The film has some intermittent&lt;br /&gt;beautiful and touching scenes. Particulary touchy one's being "The one in which Chris and his son spend there night in a restroom","when there reach a Flophouse only to find a long queue"&lt;br /&gt;and "being thrown out of the motel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soapy background score,   witty yet meaningful dialogues and nice direction work together&lt;br /&gt;to make the movie worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memorable Dialogue's:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People can't do something themselves, they wanna tell you that you can't do it. You want something? Go get it. Period"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martin Frohm: What would you say if man walked in here with no shirt, and I hired him? What would you say?&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Gardner: He must have had on some really nice pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue. And maybe we can actually never have it no matter what."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trivia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The spelling of happiness came from the daycare center Gardner attended as a child, where the word was misspelled with a “y”.&lt;br /&gt;The expression "pursuit of happiness" was coined by Dr. Samuel Johnson in his 1759 novel Rasselas.&lt;br /&gt;"Life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" is one of the most famous phrases in the United States Declaration of Independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Rating&lt;/strong&gt;: 3.75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imdb Rating&lt;/strong&gt;:7.4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-6232868419734628869?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6232868419734628869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=6232868419734628869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6232868419734628869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6232868419734628869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/03/pursuit-of-happyness.html' title='The Pursuit of Happyness'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-3092792414753350938</id><published>2007-03-04T00:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:56:45.193+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;richard linklater&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='waking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;waking life&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metaphysics'/><title type='text'>Waking Life</title><content type='html'>"The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. &lt;br/&gt;Saves on introductions and good-byes"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"&lt;span&gt;It’s like you come onto this planet with a crayon box. Now, you may get the 8-pack, you may get the 16-pack. But it’s all in what you do with the crayons, the colors that you’re given. And don’t worry about drawing within the lines or coloring outside the lines. I say color outside the lines. You know what I mean? Color right off the page. Don’t box me in.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Above mentioned lines come straight from the script of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Waking Life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, one of the movies that beckon you and without realising you are lost in 'em (or with 'em). Written and Directed by Richard Linklater, &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Waking Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is the kinda movie that makes me(atleast) say&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span&gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out loud, partly maybe because its about the thing that i am quite passionate about, yes if you are observant enough its &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;TALKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mostly its about the young protagonist in a dreamy state conversing with people from different walks of life and some random people talking randomly about anything from &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Information Revolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Collective Memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Free will&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Evolution&lt;/strong&gt; and much much more..&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is just the kind of Cinema(I am in love with this word) that gets your brain cells working overtime, the way mine are right now...If you are in a habbit of thinking then chances are that you might find a discussion or two on some familiar topics. This being perhaps the only movie ever, that i watched in both directions, going back again and again to some mind-expanding dialogue or the other from the beginning right till the end.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I’m afraid we’re losing the real virtues of living life passionately, sense of taking responsibility for who you are, the ability to make something of yourself and feeling good about life"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;In short, I think the message here is that we should never simply write ourselves off and see ourselves as the victim of various forces. It’s always our decision who we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So if you are one of those compulsive thinkers or one of those who are into experimental cinema or someone having a high curiosity index( a self coined term) or someone who found the above written prate intriguing, then you know where to go from here.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thanks Linklater for this Intellectual Coming....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My Rating: 4.5 ++&lt;br/&gt;Imdb Rating:7.4&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Which is the most universal human characteristic - fear or laziness?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-3092792414753350938?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/3092792414753350938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=3092792414753350938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/3092792414753350938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/3092792414753350938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/03/waking-life.html' title='Waking Life'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2671925690074590964</id><published>2007-02-25T13:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:47:23.419+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bandeh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;indian ocean&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anurag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;black friday&quot;'/><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>"An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind." - Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;After years of making movies that heads on ran into controversies one after the other, Anurag Kashyap's  &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; finally saw light of the day and also managed to run &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(successfully at that) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;for weeks  at movie halls across the nation. Got to watch the flick today after weeks of wait and it was well worth the wait to say the least.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For the uninitiated the movie is aptly named(and colored)  after the serial blasts that rocked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bombay on 12th March 1993 and takes a 360 degree view of the same. This ain't a movie for the week at heart and definitely not for those who want to take a tour of fairy tale cinema. It's a gory, hard-hitting, haunting and extremely veridical piece of cinema narrated chapter wise.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The cinematography, the acting, the screenplay, all top-notch and yes, they did push the envelope. Right  down from mixing scenes across various time spans flawlessly, to using red filter for some hard interrogation scenes, to soul stirring background score by Indian Ocean the movie has it all. Ten minutes in the movie and you'll get why was the censor board had apprehensions about clearing the movie. Unlike Omkara, Black Friday isn't inundated with foul language but has ample usage of the C word and for a change people neither laugh nor whistle every time it is uttered.Apart from some rare exceptions nothing has been toned down to make things less unsettling.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The best part about the movie is that it not preachy or has a happy ending in which people of different religions live happily ever after. It enters the world as it was, peeks for an unbiased look and leaves it as it is. It just puts forwards the hard facts and lets the viewer do the thinking. I appreciate the director's courage for making a film like this which can easily tend to upset anyone (Hindus, Muslims, Govt &amp;amp; Police men alike) and admire his patience for not loosing hope and making it see a release.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Kudos to Black Friday, Tehelka et al&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My Rating: 4.5/5&lt;br/&gt;Imdb Rating:9.5/10(312 votes)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Aray rukh ja re bandeh, aray tham ja re bandeh ke kudrat has pare gi.&lt;br/&gt;Aray nenndein hein zakhmi, aray sapne hein bhoke, ke karwat phat pare ge.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&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/19929930-2671925690074590964?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2671925690074590964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=2671925690074590964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2671925690074590964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2671925690074590964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/02/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-9009099611622937980</id><published>2007-02-21T07:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:01:03.849+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speaks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sprechen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spricht'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lives'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wohnt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sprache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='also'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='German'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='speak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wohne'/><title type='text'>Guten Tag !!</title><content type='html'>Wohnt =&gt; Lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in Delhi =&gt; ich wohne in Delhi&lt;br /&gt;He lives in Delhi =&gt; er wohnt in Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urs wohnt in Zurich =&gt; Urs lives in Zurich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spricht =&gt; Speakes, sprechen =&gt; Speak, auch =&gt; Also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er spricht auch Deutsch  =&gt; He also speaks German &lt;br /&gt;Sie spricht auch Deutsch =&gt; Sie also speaks German&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All drei sprechen Deutsch =&gt; All three speak German&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aber =&gt; but, wo =&gt; where, wer =&gt; who, welche =&gt; which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wer spricht englisch? =&gt; who speaks English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sprache =&gt; language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welche sprache spricht er? =&gt; which language does he speak?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-9009099611622937980?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/9009099611622937980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=9009099611622937980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/9009099611622937980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/9009099611622937980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/02/guten-tag.html' title='Guten Tag !!'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-7602984303905910807</id><published>2007-02-18T00:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-18T01:13:03.563+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='battle'/><title type='text'>Zombiessssss</title><content type='html'>In your head, in your head,&lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie,&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What's in your head&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;In your head,&lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's precisely what's going on in my mind, a fierce battle of countless zombies of sorts..Homegrown and Borrowed,Tiny and Humongous, Emotional and Practical, Good and Evil,Physical and Metaphysical..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from a short,refreshing and relaxing trip from THE HILLS of Dun valley&lt;br /&gt;and within hours of homecoming i was inundated with stuff i had kinda forgot how to deal with...Isn't it Ironic that I've had a deficiency of sleep during these holidays and there's no visible sign of it coming to an end..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random but true thought found its way to my mind that I've been in a state of persistent tension and thoughtfulness due to the complexities involved in the lives of people around me..Tension of sorts ranging from Issues with job/work to age old ego(n other) tussles in affairs...Such is the amount of talking/soothing that has gone that I at times feel like a psychologist( at least i like to think like that) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering how tomorrow would be when few more zombies would begin to battle for a place in my consciousness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INSOMNIA COURTESY PEOPLE WHO TALK TO ME BEFORE GOING TO SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please Note:&lt;br /&gt;No Offense meant for Nears &amp; Dears (AND NOT DEARS OF NEARS or Vice Versa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-7602984303905910807?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/7602984303905910807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=7602984303905910807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/7602984303905910807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/7602984303905910807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/02/zombiessssss.html' title='Zombiessssss'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-4223209765791468106</id><published>2007-02-05T23:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-06T00:27:48.209+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flow'/><title type='text'>Happiness Revisited @ Flow</title><content type='html'>Flow --&gt; The state in which people are so involved in an activity that nothing else seems to matter; the experience itself is so enjoyable that people will do it even at great cost, for the sake of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Universe is not hostile, nor yet is it friendly, it is simply indifferent - J.H. Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no problem in our desire to escalate goals, as long as we enjoy the struggle along the way.The problem arises when people are so fixated on what they want that they  cease to derive pleasure from the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people do you know who enjoy what they are doing, who are reasonably satisfied  with their lot, who do not regret the past and look to the future with genuine confidence ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roots of the discontent are internal, and each person must untangle them personally, with his or her own power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontological Anxiety or Existential Dread &lt;br /&gt;a fear of being, a feeling that there is no meaning to life and that existence is not worth going on with&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-4223209765791468106?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/4223209765791468106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=4223209765791468106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4223209765791468106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/4223209765791468106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/02/happiness-revisited-flow.html' title='Happiness Revisited @ Flow'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8560923655788678166</id><published>2007-02-02T12:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:27:30.581+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I believe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believe'/><title type='text'>I Believe</title><content type='html'>Found it on a piece of paper lost in oblivion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe &lt;br /&gt;That no matter how bad your heart is broken,&lt;br /&gt;the world doesn't stop for your grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe &lt;br /&gt;That wer don't have to change friends if we understand that friends do change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe &lt;br /&gt;That no matter how good a friend is,&lt;br /&gt;he's going to hurt yo every once in a while and you must forgive him for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe &lt;br /&gt;That you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe &lt;br /&gt;That it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe &lt;br /&gt;That you can keep going long after you can't&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8560923655788678166?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8560923655788678166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8560923655788678166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8560923655788678166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8560923655788678166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-believe.html' title='I Believe'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2817368638792640498</id><published>2007-01-31T12:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:59:32.405+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More of Germania</title><content type='html'>Seems the German Fever is catching up slowly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wie du bist? --&gt; How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Mir geht es gut --&gt; I am well &lt;br /&gt;Viele Grüße --&gt; Many greetings, Regards&lt;br /&gt;Büro --&gt; Office&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-2817368638792640498?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2817368638792640498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=2817368638792640498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2817368638792640498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2817368638792640498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/01/more-of-germania.html' title='More of Germania'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-2449430509850735899</id><published>2007-01-30T23:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:05:00.308+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='German'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Language'/><title type='text'>Germania</title><content type='html'>Time for some quick action in german&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ich = I   --&gt; ish&lt;br /&gt;du  = You --&gt; du&lt;br /&gt;er  = He  --&gt; er&lt;br /&gt;Sie = She --&gt; zee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freut mich(froyt meesh) --&gt; Pleased to meet you&lt;br /&gt;Freut mich auch --&gt; Pleased to meet you too&lt;br /&gt;Ich freue mich --&gt; I am pleased&lt;br /&gt;ja (Pronounced as ya) --&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;gut --&gt; Good&lt;br /&gt;ich bin --&gt; I am&lt;br /&gt;sind sie(zind zee) --&gt; Are you&lt;br /&gt;nein (nine)--&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;bitte (bitah, a silent )--&gt; Please&lt;br /&gt;danke (dangah, a silent) --&gt; Thank You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guten Morgan --&gt; Good Morning&lt;br /&gt;Guten Abend(aabund)  --&gt; Good Evening&lt;br /&gt;Guten Tag(taakh)    --&gt; Good Day, hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tschuss (chyusse)--&gt; Bye&lt;br /&gt;willkommen       --&gt; Welcome&lt;br /&gt;in --&gt; to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vovels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a(aa)&lt;br /&gt;e(e)&lt;br /&gt;i(ee)&lt;br /&gt;o(o)&lt;br /&gt;u(uu)u as in ullu, umar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestimmt --&gt; Certainly&lt;br /&gt;Herr --&gt; Mr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-2449430509850735899?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/2449430509850735899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=2449430509850735899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2449430509850735899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/2449430509850735899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/01/germania.html' title='Germania'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-7818681448809234268</id><published>2007-01-05T19:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:31:09.249+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Simple puzzles</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Birthday Problem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday problem asks how many people you need to have at a party so that there is a better-than-even chance that two of them will share the same birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Children Puzzle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you that a couple has two children and that (at least) one of them is a boy. I ask you what is the probability that their other child is a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for solutions refer to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4542341&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-7818681448809234268?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/7818681448809234268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=7818681448809234268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/7818681448809234268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/7818681448809234268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2007/01/simple-puzzles.html' title='Simple puzzles'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-8230581978898200853</id><published>2006-12-30T13:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-30T13:27:27.502+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tearser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple'/><title type='text'>A Quick Teaser</title><content type='html'>Each child in a family has at least 5 brothers and 4 sisters. What is the smallest number of children the family might have?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-8230581978898200853?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/8230581978898200853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=8230581978898200853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8230581978898200853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/8230581978898200853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/12/quick-teaser.html' title='A Quick Teaser'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-6032322533415564015</id><published>2006-12-29T19:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:12:30.359+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entrepreneur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entrepreneurship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='startup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innovation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Books on Entrepreneurship</title><content type='html'>Here's a list of books on Entrepreneurship compiled for your reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* The High-Performance Entrepreneur by Subroto Bagchi&lt;br /&gt;* The Art of the Start by Guy Kawasaki &lt;br /&gt;* Zero to One Million by Ryan P. M. Allis&lt;br /&gt;* Zero to IPO by David Smith&lt;br /&gt;* Rich Dad's Guide to Investing by Robert Kiyosaki&lt;br /&gt;* New Venture Creation by Jeffrey Timmons&lt;br /&gt;* Good to Great by Jim Collins&lt;br /&gt;* The E-Myth by Michael Gerber&lt;br /&gt;* The Young Entrepreneurs'Edge by Jennifer Kushnell&lt;br /&gt;* The Young Entrepreneur's Guide to Starting and Running a Business by Steve Mariotti&lt;br /&gt;* The Portable MBA in Entrepreneurship by William D. Bygrave&lt;br /&gt;* Innovation and Entrepreneurship by Peter Drucker&lt;br /&gt;* Good to Great by Jim Collins&lt;br /&gt;* At Work with Thomas Edison by Blain McCormick&lt;br /&gt;* Multiple Streams of Income by Robert G. Allen&lt;br /&gt;* On Entrepreneurship by Harvard Business Review&lt;br /&gt;* Entrepreneurship.com by Tim Burns&lt;br /&gt;* Fire in the Belly - an exploration of the entrepreneurial spirit by Yanky Fachler&lt;br /&gt;* Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope they'll do some value addition&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-6032322533415564015?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/6032322533415564015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=6032322533415564015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6032322533415564015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/6032322533415564015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/12/books-on-entrepreneurship.html' title='Books on Entrepreneurship'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-1456783064860626128</id><published>2006-12-24T22:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-02T10:30:54.766+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Funny Quotes</title><content type='html'>"This is a strange country we live in. When it comes to electing a president, we get two choices. But when we have to select a Miss America, we get 50."&lt;br /&gt;-Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Especially for girls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came ...i saw ..i did a little shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginity.. can be cured !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We live in an age when pizza gets to your home before the police." &lt;br /&gt;Jeff Marder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God made alcohol as a social lubricant. To make men brave, and to make women loose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-1456783064860626128?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/1456783064860626128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=1456783064860626128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1456783064860626128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/1456783064860626128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/12/funny-quotes.html' title='Funny Quotes'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-116387481774258043</id><published>2006-11-19T00:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:55:46.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Name is Bond, James Bond</title><content type='html'>Movie: Casino Royale&lt;br /&gt;Starring: Daniel Craig,Eva Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long wait got to see the new bond..oh, yes and the new bond movie..Despite facing vocal opposition for his selection as the latest model for brand 007, Daniel Craig(aka James Bond) was able to pull it off( more or less)..It's takes you a while to get over your homeostasis which doesn't accept the new Bond easily and continues(throught out the movie) drawing comparisons of sorts..Admittingly DC doesnt have the panache that his earlier version PB had but despite this he has a strong case for himself..The Raw look that he has compensates for Flirtatious(Ohh I Lovvvvve Women) looks that Pierce and a scene in which DC is standing infront of a wash room mirror reminded of the Old Spice Cologne Ad .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a change the bond movie didn't seem to revolve in a circle with bond at the center..The movie takes off with a long awe-inspiring stunt that leaves you mesmerised, good enough to set the tone for the movie and from their you wait and hope for better things but as in life this also doesn't happen often..The movie is nicely prepared and neatly packed but is missing on a few and important spices..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dialogues are not quite tastefull and Glossy barring a few, so is the case with Gadgets and Stunts..It just might be because the Directors were too busy making the new bond look nice and worth the brand so much that they forgot there are things other than bond that people want to see in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall its a nice movie, worth the time and the ticket cost spent on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;DC: You are not my type of women&lt;br /&gt;EG: what is it smart&lt;br /&gt;DC: No single..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DC: Why is that people who dont listen to advice, insist on getting it.&lt;br /&gt;( or something of this sort)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rating: 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-116387481774258043?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/116387481774258043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you !!! Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. !!! Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These are some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-116359208664944629?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/116359208664944629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=116359208664944629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116359208664944629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116359208664944629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/11/everybodys-free-to-wear-sunscreen.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-116315507846477110</id><published>2006-11-10T15:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-10T17:26:53.280+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Ballad of Cable Hogue</title><content type='html'>Was  shortlisting the movie to be watched on my Day of Birth and stopped at TBOCH ( it looks like a slang to me) . It turned out to be a worth watch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out to be this is my first attempt to write a structured review ( i also reffered a how to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the movie spot on from the starting/casting that was done in a nice n clean manner. The movie is based on a Guy's life in a desert and his love for it. I found the name quite intriguing so much as to it took me some time to get the movie and watch under the right circumstances..For the uninitiated the movie gets its name from the protagonist i.e. Cable Hogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching it i was reminded of another movie(maybe quite similar overtly) called Zorba the Greek..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Character CH is just adorable despite the fact that he's quite stingy and sees no issue in asking a Reverend money for a cuppa water..The closing lines of the movie pretty much sums up the character leaving little to the audience. Jason Roberds's was a wonderful performance and so was David's ( i like his character too)..The landscape chosen was quite nice. I liked the Sound Design of the movie too. The movie was a mix of comedy, very li'l action and butterflying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dialgoues were apt and tastefully written( and seriously funny at times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav Character:CH&lt;br /&gt;Fav Quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Did it ever occur to you, Cable, how wise and bountiful God was to put breasts on a woman? Just the right number in just the right place. Did you ever notice that, Cable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    Citations:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;He wasn't really a good man, he wasn't a bad man but Lord he was a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;He never went to church, he didn't need to, the whole desert was his cathedral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Hogue loved the desert, loved it deeper then he'd ever say. He built his empire but was man enough to give it up for love when the time came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Take him Lord...but knowing Cable i suggest you do not take him lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rating:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-116315507846477110?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/116315507846477110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=116315507846477110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116315507846477110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116315507846477110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/11/ballad-of-cable-hogue.html' title='The Ballad of Cable Hogue'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-116292434072264589</id><published>2006-11-08T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:09:31.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happiness, where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;from the movie HAPPINESS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;It seems the things  I've wanted in my life                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I've never had  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;And so it's no surprise that living only leaves me sad   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happiness, where are you?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I've searched so long for you    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happiness, what are you?                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I haven't got a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happiness, why do you have to stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;So far away...   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;From me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;When I'm in despair and life has turned into a mess   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I know I don't dare to end my search for happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happiness, where are you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-116292434072264589?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/116292434072264589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=116292434072264589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116292434072264589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116292434072264589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/11/happiness-where-are-you.html' title='Happiness, where are you?'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-116291867091650250</id><published>2006-11-07T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:47:05.125+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trainspotting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>tr@inspotting</title><content type='html'>choose life.&lt;br /&gt;choose a job.&lt;br /&gt;choose a career.&lt;br /&gt;choose a family.&lt;br /&gt;  choose a fucking BIG television..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First saw these statements on a billboard a friend used for his debut directorial venture..and from there i got to know the term trainspotting or train spotting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie in a narrative mode, based on a novel by irvine welsh about a group of heroine addicts and how they go about sustaining this habbit by doing all sorts of crazy stuff..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Renton&lt;/span&gt; the protagonist is just another teen whose got himself into drugs and courtsey which his life is falling apart...He goes on from being hospitalised, sent to state sponsered de-addiction program, a gal (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dianne&lt;/span&gt;) falling for him, shifting base andworking for a hotel and eventually betraying his mates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various scenes captured my attention like Renton saying he's felling lonely despite being with  his family n mates, Tommy videotaping his sexual experiences with his g/f, renton diving in the pot to search the pills( hideous), renton hallucinating after being brought back from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice camerawork especially the scene when the guy is running and camera is kept sideways and then its turned the other side when its bypassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav Char: Renton&lt;br /&gt;My Rating:7.5-7.75&lt;br /&gt;Fav Dialogues: Lots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you've got heroin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The streets are awash with drugs that you can have for unhappiness and pain, and we took them all. Fuck it, we would have injected Vitamin C if only they'd made it illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not fucking stupid. At least, we're not that fucking stupid. Take the best orgasm you ever had, multiply it by a thousand and you're still nowhere near it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The downside of coming off junk was I knew I would need to mix with my friends again in a state of full consciousness. It was awful. They reminded me so much of myself, I could hardly bear to look at them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IMDB Rating - 8.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A different movie that needs to be seen multiple times to get to its subtleties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Ri7k7PAGMEI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z_VYsfM2jnw/s1600-h/Trainspotting-Poster-C10290987.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Ri7k7PAGMEI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z_VYsfM2jnw/s320/Trainspotting-Poster-C10290987.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057231137873997890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-116291867091650250?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/116291867091650250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=116291867091650250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116291867091650250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116291867091650250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/11/trinspotting.html' title='tr@inspotting'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/Ri7k7PAGMEI/AAAAAAAAABc/Z_VYsfM2jnw/s72-c/Trainspotting-Poster-C10290987.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-116266043874089142</id><published>2006-11-04T22:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:31:55.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>It's  slightly unusual( or maybe not) name of a movie..Rated at 7.7 on IMDB and tagged as Drama/Comedy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep the of the movie aside while writting it's review however i'll give some very basic idea of the story n characters to make some sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Central Characters:&lt;br /&gt;Joy(i like her name a lot though its quite ironic for her character): Does her part of acting quite nicely,  works as a part time teacher and is a wanna be musician.&lt;br /&gt;Bill: Shown as a pervert who has this normal and pleasing personality on the outside so much that even no one in his family has any clues as to what he's going through.(Fine piece of acting)&lt;br /&gt;Allen: Another desperate and frustated soul whose a sex maniac..A couple of his scenes and dialogues are quite gross(Brilliant acting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expected this movie to be a nice and light comedy or at most a light movie that'll ask some questions are force you to introspect but nothing of that sort happened, at least for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the movie was coverage of a lot of different and socially relevant issues&lt;br /&gt;from pedophilia,Sexual obsession,Lonliness,Breaking marriages&lt;br /&gt;It's End is quite funny though: "I CAME"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the kind of movie that'll make you feel good about the world once you are through it but will bring some new perspective to the problems of the society and just might help you understand and handle them better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav Character: Joy&lt;br /&gt;Fav Song: Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Fav Quote:&lt;br /&gt;It's just I'm... I'm so tired of being admired all the time. All these men I mean... they're all beautiful, artistic minds, great sex, the whole package, but hollow, you know what I mean? I feel nobody's really honest with me. Nobody wants me for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Rating:7ish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-116266043874089142?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/116266043874089142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=116266043874089142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116266043874089142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116266043874089142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/11/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-116029993482862018</id><published>2006-10-08T14:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:02:14.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Weather Man</title><content type='html'>For the uninitiated it's the name of a movie starring Nicolas Cage which i happened to see today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is slightly different from other movies yes slightly different..As the name suggests its about a weather man(who does the weather bit of news) and how he struggles (and fails) to fix his broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  visuals were good with frozen lakes, snow falls, drizzles and more...I liked the fact that the protagonist used to get hit by junk food for most of the movie. Junk food: Something thats fast,okay on taste and doesn't have any nutritious value&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there's not much that's coming to my mind about the movie despite the fact that i just saw it so i'll take a break now and brb with something else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-116029993482862018?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/116029993482862018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=116029993482862018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116029993482862018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/116029993482862018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/10/weather-man.html' title='The Weather Man'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-115261686294737455</id><published>2006-07-11T16:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-16T00:41:23.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Dance</title><content type='html'>trying to write something funny after scribbling a couple of sad poems..i think its a simple and decent effort for a novice..and people seem to have liked it (seriously i believe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people dance, to impress a friend&lt;br /&gt;Some dance simply coz its a trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people dance to shred weight&lt;br /&gt;Some dance to help 'em get a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people dance for the buck in it.&lt;br /&gt;Some people dance for the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why of all do i dance&lt;br /&gt;  Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;coz it's like giving my life another chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-115261686294737455?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/115261686294737455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=115261686294737455' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/115261686294737455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/115261686294737455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/07/dedicated-to-dance.html' title='Dedicated to Dance'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-114905979674407131</id><published>2006-05-31T11:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-06T16:49:42.520+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotations'/><title type='text'>Quote Time</title><content type='html'>Well apart from things like books,movies (and girls) i like quotes very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A line (or may be a couple) from a movie script or a zipped version of someone's philosophy, a quote can be pretty much anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll show case some of the quotes that had made a mark (Consciously or otherwise)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best inheritance parents can give to their children is a few minutes of their time each day... and the best regards and love children can give to their parents is again a few minutes of their time each day... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What was silent in the father speaks in the son -  Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to decide is what you're going to do with the time you are given. - &lt;a href="http://www.glyphweb.com/arda/g/gandalf.html"&gt;Gandalf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a dollar for every million-dollar idea I've had, I'd be rich. - &lt;a href="http://www.compliancemedia.com/Principals.html"&gt;Greg Meyer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great faith in fools. Self-confidence, my friends call it. - &lt;a href="http://directory.google.com/Top/Arts/Literature/World_Literature/American/19th_Century/Poe,_Edgar_Allan/?tc=1"&gt;Edgar Allen Poe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We read Knuth so you don't have to. -&lt;a href="http://c2.com/cgi/wiki?TimPeters"&gt;Tim Peters&lt;/a&gt; (explaining what the Python developers do in their spare time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wise men make proverbs, but fools repeat them. - &lt;a href="http://www.artcyclopedia.com/artists/palmer_samuel.html"&gt;Samuel Palmer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth. - &lt;a class="a-special" href="http://www.quotes4all.net/en/01/Author/George%20Bernard%20Shaw/quotations.html"&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe your enemies, for they first find your faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is doing what you like and making a living at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to work for a large company is like getting on a train - Are you going sixty miles an hour or is the train going sixty miles an hour and you're just sitting still? - Jean Paul Getty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times of rapid change, experience could be your worst enemy.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jean Paul Getty&lt;/strong&gt;&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/19929930-114905979674407131?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/114905979674407131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=114905979674407131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/114905979674407131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/114905979674407131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/05/quote-time.html' title='Quote Time'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-114145387491827063</id><published>2006-03-04T12:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:02:15.016+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boyish/Girlish</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(248, 139, 139);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(167, 206, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-114145387491827063?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/114145387491827063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=114145387491827063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/114145387491827063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffae6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chaney Fougeres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-114145379246243290?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/114145379246243290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=114145379246243290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/114145379246243290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/114145379246243290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/03/frenchh-name.html' title='Frenchh Name'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-114145368307765195</id><published>2006-03-04T11:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-04T11:59:07.773+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weirdooo !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#98FB98;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-114145368307765195?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/114145368307765195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=114145368307765195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/114145368307765195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/114145368307765195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/03/weirdooo.html' title='Weirdooo !!!'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-113653536790981352</id><published>2006-01-06T13:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:03:23.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GodLike Gibran</title><content type='html'>Khalil Gibran..wow..what a guy he was..heard a lot about him, that he's a great philosopher and an even greater painter but the moment i read his "Prophet" i was awe struck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautifully written piece of philosophy, quite a bit of unthought, unheard and unfelt things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week i read his sayings(if thats the right word) from the same book..and they were like straight from god to us mortals...from being extremely funny to extremely philosophical in a poetic way..It was tooo good..Made my night and the next day as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-113653536790981352?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/113653536790981352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=113653536790981352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/113653536790981352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/113653536790981352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/01/godlike-gibran.html' title='GodLike Gibran'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-113614590035412325</id><published>2006-01-02T01:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:35:00.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You Are DIFFERENT !</title><content type='html'>You Are Different, YOU are DIFFerent, You ARE DIFFERENT....got to hear that these many times yesterday..and took them each time as a compliment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's 1:22 by my pc's clock and there's not an iota of sleep in my eyes leave alone brain(with the assumption that i have one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey HAPPY NEW YEAR to you...yup with resolutions ready i m looking forward to the new year 2006, a leap year haan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its become sortta fad to make a resolution or two and you arent considered normal unless you have them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a couple of movies today namely Sex and Lucia , AmorePerros..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved S and L..yet to decide about the latter...eyes have started to wink so i think i shud give sleep a try..c ya latersss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-113614590035412325?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/113614590035412325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=113614590035412325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/113614590035412325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19929930/posts/default/113614590035412325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-are-different_01.html' title='You Are DIFFERENT !'/><author><name>Mayank</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ea95Dr-fqVk/SidT8stLw7I/AAAAAAAAAHc/DCxwlrIZ4c8/S220/mayank.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19929930.post-113532136797816998</id><published>2005-12-23T12:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-06T13:46:29.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Joke !</title><content type='html'>Offlate am reading a book by the same name, written by Milan Kundera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the second book by him that i am reading, first one being The Unbearable Lightness of Being..It doesn't seem to be half as good as it though but still its a nice read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorta biased about this guy and whatever he writes...I've even jotted down few of the lines he has written...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next in queue is Vine of Desire..whose about 20 pages i have already read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happening per se .ahh n yes watched Girl Interrrupted last weekend...Nice movie&lt;br /&gt;and amazingly awesome looking angelina....The babe makes me go week all over not just knees..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got tonnes of attitude..and i love every iota of it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-113532136797816998?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/113532136797816998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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??</title><content type='html'>Well in case you are still wondering what made me choose this name for my blog, then lemme tell you that this came from a book by OSHO by the same name.&lt;br /&gt;Sex to Superconsciousness, though i havent read it yet but i plan to  ASAP....&lt;br /&gt;Well finally got some sense @ Adsense..Lets see how things turn out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this blog will deal with the part of my life that is supposed to be out there on the internet for Public Access...Rest will find a more suitable place...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-113484417272794054?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/113484417272794054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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!!</title><content type='html'>Well it's my 2nd blog...rather 3rd i should say..&lt;br /&gt;And there are some ulterior motives to it(i know it's not good but still)...I Can write here as myself and will write stuff freely and try to make it a cross of DT and Tehelka...Karan johar and RGV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in case you have read all this then i m sorry for you..Lets see how far can google take us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for a  voyage through uncharted waters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19929930-113475827281063834?l=sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sextosuperconsciousness.blogspot.com/feeds/113475827281063834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19929930&amp;postID=113475827281063834' title='0 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