Sleepwalking through life ! ! ! ZzZzZzZzZz.....

I like this

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Sun, 17 May 2009 08:43:00 +0000

Arranged Marriage is the point at which the downward spiral of expectation meets the upward spiral of desperation :D

For old times sake

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 18:43:00 +0000

Ishq di mere mitra pehchaan ki, mit jaave jado jid apnaan di

Win or lose: Corollary

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 12:59:00 +0000

"It is a whole lot worse to make money and then lose it all, than never having made it at all"

Halaat

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 11:09:00 +0000

Aajkal aapke jo halaat chal rahe hai na, agar abhi aap b-school mein hote toh ladkiyo ne orkut pe aapke naam se fan-club bana diye hote!

Win or lose

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 19:06:00 +0000

That it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all was obviously said by someone who never loved and lost.

किश्तों में खुदखुशी

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Tue, 05 Aug 2008 12:43:00 +0000

भूले हैं राफ्ता राफ्ता मुददतों में तुम्हे हम... किश्तों में खुदखुशी का मज़ा हमसे पूछिये...

Status Update ver2

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 08:15:00 +0000

Am in Delhi, ... since August 6, 2007. Working with UTI Bank, which by the way is Axis Bank. The office is at Connaught Place, which by the way is now Rajiv Chowk. Enuff said. for now that is.

Status Update

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Tue, 20 Jun 2006 09:21:00 +0000

Hello friends. Long time no news. No news is good news. Indeed. Am in Mumbai... since June 5 2006, working with UTI Bank. The office is at Cuffe Parade, and am currently put up at a chummery near Marine Drive. One of the best parts of the city, both office and residence.

One of the first "sights" of Mumbai:

Have had a blast since June 5. Been around Mumbai quite a bit, seen 4 movies, been to Lonavala, walked lots and enjoyed lots. Lovely city to be in for sure this. As I've said before... the city that never sleeps, the city of dreams and lots more is Mumbai. Some 'quality' issues remain, but can be overlooked for now. Plenty of scenes which remind me of the phrase "the teeming millions" all around.

All said and done, "Bam bam bam bam Bambai... Bambai humko jam gayi".

More later!

Mantra of life

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Tue, 29 Nov 2005 09:24:00 +0000

What is the mantra of life??? I don’t know, and don’t care... But what I just came up with is My Mantra for whatever-is-left-of-this-term and mebbe the next too... What I can see is that I have put up my to-do-list. When am I gonna do all that is still unknown and undecided.

PS – Making lists like these… that shud have found a mention on the list too.

Might soon start some of these. Wish me luck.

Pank..

Blogs an alternative to conventional media?

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Thu, 03 Nov 2005 13:53:00 +0000

Article written for the Bloggers Park Contest at IRIS 2005, IIM Indore

The brief: Blogging as a phenomenon is picking up slowly but surely. While blogs neither have the reach nor the say as that of the mainstream media, it surely has a definitive impact among the internet savvy population in India.

My response: Bloggers are in many ways similar to mainstream journalists. They write on a public medium; on topics which are relevant to anyone and everyone. But that is where the similarities take a backseat to the differences between the two. Bloggers share their feelings without consideration for return or reward. Peer appreciation is all that matters. Quality of writing and readership takes precedence over the numbers. Entries are not made to fill up webpages or generate hits, they write not to impress but to express!

Bloggers are filling some voids in mainstream journalism, and connecting netizens in a very exciting fashion. Blogs are not about to destroy conventional media, but they are making an impact. Blogging is not just about having your own online diary or journal. It is much more than that. For example, recent issues like the Rashmi Bansal–Gaurav Sabnis–IIPM episode have brought about a distinct change in the way blogging is viewed. There is today a respect and implicit credibility a blog commands. Blogging today is about conversations among people in real time and real voices. That's what makes it sticky. Communities get built around these conversations, and these communities can well be stronger than the most well-knit ‘real’ communities one can come across.

View: With the mainstream commercial media dumbing itself down and catering more and more to looking at its bottom lines rather than content that is relevant, bloggers tell it like it is. They are not concerned about revenues or hits. They write because they want to share. Nothing else comes into the picture.

Allowing for some exaggeration, it is certainly true – and widely admitted by mainstream mass media – that these cyber-activists made a huge difference, not only in shrinking the world into a global village but also helping people connect with each other.

There is but one issue with treating blogs as substitutes for mainstream media – Reliability! You might take it as lack of authenticity or veracity, the fact remains that blogging still has to go a long way to attain mass followership. By definition, accreditation or verification cannot work for blogs, as for one the process itself will make blogging both cumbersome and expensive, and secondly that blogging is much more about opinions that any other form of communication, and that opinions will differ markedly from person to person.

That brings me to the often repeated question: Do blogs convert the personal into the political? Do we have personal issues and viewpoints being needlessly thrashed around publicly? Do people use the blogging forum as a substitute for a diary? Well, the answer cannot be anything except a ‘No’. But the saving grace is that people can and do choose what to read. Only relevant issues find readers. The 'dubious' content is lost in the big bad world of the web in seconds.

The mass media has historically had one yardstick in deciding what to publish or broadcast – that if the issue in question is in the public interest. That guideline gradually got translated to only publishing what was politically and commercially relevant, and today has degenerated further into publishing what is politically and commercially convenient. Case in point - In the US, the war on Iraq is condemned far more pungently in blogs that in the public media.

As marketers get niché and move away from mass marketing, it is only fitting that the media follows suit. A set of readers want and demand different news and views. They are not about to be satisfied with news mass produced and published. They want news that they are interested in, maybe even involved in. Try as they might, mass media like television or print can never service that need. That demands an intense first-person communication channel like a blog.

To conclude, the old adage - one man's meat is another man's poison fits in perfectly. What you read is different from what I read. But one thing is for sure... both you and me are today following blogs a lot more than we used to.

!! The Usual !!

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Wed, 19 Oct 2005 22:50:00 +0000

Was just wondering… what a significant role does ‘the routine’ play in our lives. Quite important is my answer!

Everyone has their favorite times for certain actions. Be it going to the loo or reading the newspaper, be it having a bath or calling up home, taking a walk or sleeping. Everything we do, the routine permeates it all. Some things we just get used to and never get out of. There may be no logic, no rationale, but we do it because we do it. Take that!

For example, just this evening, post dinner… walking down the hill with Parvez, I reached out to call up mom. Precision down almost to the very second… the phone rung. And it was mom. Talked as usual about the same old topics. The same ‘had food’, ‘had classes’, ‘slept late’ routine. But that phone conv is a part of the walk now. Seems I can’t go to sleep without that chat.

I’m not complaining though. Life is comfortable because it is familiar. Change may be permanent, but routine is all-pervasive. Continuity… stability… sameness… life gets anchored in itself.

An extension… everyone I know (and of course everyone you know) has a pair of tattered old jeans that he/she absolutely adores. A pair of sandals that is so worn out, but oh so comfortable. A five year old Tee-shirt that would not last another round of spin-dry. But seriously, you are so used to (in love is the word, they tell me) them that you just can’t do without them. Even today, a thousand denims and a million Tees later, when you wanna get down and dirty… that faded old denim and the almost torn Tee is what u’d choose. Haina?

My NOKIA is something like that. It is old. It is heavy. No color screen. No polyphonic ringtone. But ask me if I like it and my answer will be a resounding YESS! Actually NO! It is more like I love it! It is just the same old usualness and familiarity that I love about the phone. The menu, the keypad, the screen, the way it fits into my palm! Everything is uh-so purrfect. Won’t change this in a hurry, will I.

Friends… friends is something that falls in the similar routine category. They are there coz they are there. When u are happy, when u are sad. When u have news to share, when u need support… the same old friends are the ones you think of. Instinctively your hand reaches out for that NOKIA and you call the same numbers yet again.

PS – For contrast, there are some things that you never get used to, and u constantly look to change em. But that in some other post! J

The CAT is here again

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Tue, 11 Oct 2005 14:38:00 +0000

As another CAT <CAT 2005> approaches, I find out from God knows where a mail I wrote to Sid and Harsh sometime just before the last CAT <CAT 2004> about the CAT we guys took <CAT 2003>. I’ve already read it like five times today. Makes me nostalgic every time I read. Makes me long for the good ol’ days. I’m sure Doc would say that I am getting way too senti these days, and equally sure that Sid would dismiss it with his customary nonchalance and a wave of the hand and a Bakk! Never mind.

< To Sid n Doc; November 2004>

The CAT is here, and after having had such a profound effect on us the last year, this year it seems almost unannounced, unknown, unseen… atleast to me.

Come to think of it, it was the CAT and the desire to get to a premier B School that got us that as close to each other as we got. The endless stream of MOCKs, on centre or off-centre as they might have been, the paper analysis, the GD practice, the discussions, the arguments, the fights, the taking sides, the Sid’s ‘Hum sone ja rahe hain’, the Doc’s ‘Lets not deviate, lets not digress… Concentrate guys’… and my usual ‘Kuch bhi chalega… Kabhi padhai, kabhi masti.. aur hamesha TV…’. Those were the days.

The walks, the hikes (Remember rock garden?), the drives (CL, CF and PT - Harsh and Sid picking up bleary eyed me for CL, meeting at PT, or CF), and the last day movies (Paap and Khakee)… we’ve been there-done that. Adding to the usual CAT chatter was the usual, everyday banter on bathing habits (of Harsh that is, Sid n Me didn’t have a bathing habit worth talking about), about driving skills (again, Sid n Harsh) or the lack of it (Me). And the evergreen topics (BJP vs Congress, Kritika, Economy, GDP, P****, Oil prices, M*****, M**, Stock markets, Religion, God… the list is endless.) Come to think of it, the CAT was not just an exam… not just a day… it was a way of life. It was a dream, a goal and a destination…

Pank

PS – All the best for tomorrow, Sid. Just do it.

First strike on the new blog

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Sat, 01 Oct 2005 13:38:00 +0000

Welcome !

This is my first post here. Had set up this blog smtime ago with the intention of shifting to it en masse from the rediffblog. And finally today, sleepless for almost 24 hours now, I did get down to doin it.

First I did some juggling with html code to add some links to the template. That had been my biggest grouse with rediff… so few link placeholders. Didn’t know that I could D-I-Y it so easily. Now added a blogs section, a planet-I section and a timepass section. Am am quite pleased with the effort… Now plan to import (copy-paste) the entries from there. The old comments won’t make it abhi… Might make it some day when a stroke of inspiration strikes me out.

Another thing I did with the old rediffblog was to put in auto-redirect code there. The work of a genius. And as I said, I haven’t slept in the past 24 hours now, so the achievement becomes even more news-worthy. My wrists are paining and the fingers are dying for the want of a good massage. Any volunteers?

The story of the lucky cat

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Sat, 17 Sep 2005 13:07:00 +0000

This is a story of a cat – a cat which wants to take a sip from the pot of curd hanging from the ceiling. Try as it might, it can’t reach the pot. It jumps… time and again… and fails each time. Once or twice it reaches oh-so-close to the pot, barely inches separating the two, but never actually manages a sip.

The cat almost gives up, [is tiring and sagging from the effort…], and finds something else to quench its thirst for the time being. Every day it attempts the same… fails each time… and its hopes grow slimmer and slimmer with each try. One fine day, finally the cat manages to reach the pot of curd up there. But as is is about to take the sip, the pot falls down and breaks… spilling its contents all over. The cat which till now wanted just a mouthful of curd now has all the curd in the world.

Does the cat lick any? No it doesn’t. It is now too shocked and surprised by its achievement to even consider licking a drop. It lies around listlessly and moves on. Thirstier than ever before.

What a turnaround

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Thu, 15 Sep 2005 13:11:00 +0000

The story goes back two years. The location was CP, New Delhi. The main characters in the story are Sidharth (Sid), Harsh (Doctor) n Me. The three of us had gone to visit IMS, Connaught Place, and had stopped on the way to grab a quick bite. It started raining. Not exactly hard... but a little more that a drizzle. Now while Sid n I were fretting and fuming and wishing the rain would stop so that we could continue our onward march, Harsh was excited. So excited in fact that he couldn't wait for us to finish our plates to go out and get wet in the rain. We, of course were taking like an eternity to finish the meal... hoping the rain gods would hear our prayers and go away in time.

We ran up a thousand and one excuses... the phone will get wet... the clothes will get dirty... these are leather shoes... we might catch a cold... the books will get spoilt... but to no avail. Doc was unrelenting that day. Follows a description of the scenario in his own words:

“The two wouldn't budge from their places in the restaurant. I ventured out and coaxed them in every possible way to enjoy this ultimate bliss. Instead Pankaj blasted the biggest overstatements of all- "Harsh! There is some difference between bravery & cowardice". I was aghast. I just kept standing there to enjoy whatever rain was left. On my repeated requests – “There is hardly any rain, your majesty can safely step out", there would be a regal ceremony of throwing out the tip of a reluctant index finger to validate my claims. It would have shamed the strictest of quality control inspections.

Finally after half an hour of deliberations, the two stepped out. But not without due precautions. They had stuffed their mobiles in the deepest dungeons of their bags, which in turn was safely enplasticated in a polybag. This grand entry was met with a statement befitting of their royal persona. "Doctor, lead us". The obstacle in question was of no larger proportions than a one and a half foot puddle."

And what a change it has been. It has been but two years since the said incident. And now, whenever, wherever I see rain, I am among the first one to jump into it, notwithstanding the cellphone, shoes, books, clothes, the works… These things can wait. Just like what happened today… I was on the balcony at 3 AM, enjoying the lovely pleasant breeze and the fine spray-like rain. And I wanted to get out there. I wanted to get wet (Ahem!) Called up Parvez (almost asleep) and caught Peeku (till then peacefully watching NBA) along.

Never mind the injured ankle and the phone in the hand, out we marched in the drizzle enjoying every moment of it, despite my partners occasional screams of protests and complaints. And even as the rain grew stronger, we marched on. Tell u what, it was heavenly. Pure bliss. Gaaawd!! I m gonna miss this place… miss this place like hell. The walk in the clouds and the rain was followed by a cosying up session with piping hot bournvita in the mess. Awww, I loved it. Loved every second of it.

I call myself a Hopeless Romantic. They call me Chu****! Never mind!

Thought of the day – Ten, twenty, forty years hence, you won’t be thinking about what you did today… you’ll only be thinking about what you didnt.

A Senior at Last

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Tue, 12 Jul 2005 13:18:00 +0000

My Graduation... BIT from KMC, is memorable for a number of reasons. The college canteen, DSchool canteen, Choley Bhaturey, Mamta mam (ahem ahem), KNags and the famous BIT stairs. It also had the dharna, the dharna grounds, the long walks, the last seat of 816, Alpna, Astha and E.

But the four years were notable for one other thing... I had no juniors. No juniors did I say? Yes, none!! what with the course being reengineered and restructured and renamed and scrapped after the year I entered. For 3 full years of my life at KMC, I had 3/2/1 batches of seniors looking after me, asking me to run odds and errands, giving parties on one pretext or the other, and in general being there to make life miserable (er, livable I meant… Hope u guys are not reading this). But as it turned out, I had no one to do the same to. That meant no freshers party that we hosted, no farewell that we got, no gyaan that we passed on and no one who inherited the BIT stairs and other assorted collectibles.

Coming to the latest, I have just turned a year old at this place that we call Planet-I. Translated into commonspeak, I am now into the second year of the Post Graduate Program at IIM Indore and since the arrival of the juniors, mine’s been a whole new life. Juniors are all around, collecting assorted info about random stuff here and perennially asking for more. You don’t even realize that u know so much, but once someone asks u, u realize that there is so much that u have absorbed from the I-life. I don’t wanna bore u too much with the details, but then this is my blog and I’ll write as much as I want. From operating the washing machines to which topic to present in MOC, from grades to placements, from newspaper walla to discounts at mashaal… Actually, it is pretty normal for everyone else, coz they’v been at some point or the other played seniors to a gang of - dewy eyed, with hopes in their hearts and dreams in their hearts - juniors. And I haven’t.

KMC did teach me a lot of things… Travelling in Delhi buses... not getting flustered seeing a mile long queue at Alpna… Whiling away a perfectly fine day doing nothing at all… talking on the phone for hours on end… but this one thing got left out. But now I m gonna make sure I learn this in double quick time.

Gotta end this post with - We came; we saw; we told it all.

My Mantra for this term - Walk, Talk, Read, Sleep and Think…

Changing perceptions...

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Tue, 21 Dec 2004 13:21:00 +0000

Sometime ago, a friend assked me what I disliked most about this life. And I replied, without thinking for a sec, that it was the fierce competition. FIERCE... That is the word. It is a man eat man world out there, atleast that's what it seemed to me, back then. Then there was the crab mentality. People are more concerned with being better than the others, and not bettering themselves per se. It was like whenever you get a result, the first thing you ask is how much the other guy got. I confess, I have been no exception.

Back then, the friend disagreed with me, and said that people are mature and sane, and that it is all a part of a healthy competition that is essential for any kind of progress. I disagreed, but me being the me that me is (whatever that means) I did not brush aside his arguments and took them as a valid 'other' point of view.

With the passage of time, I got to believe more and more in the 'other' view. I too thought that people are mature. They are not kids anymore, and that some degree of competition is expected, nay vital, for our survival and growth. I grew up to appriciate the fights, the disagreements and the showdowns. Begun to enjoy arguments and confrontations.. Had a 'Innocent until proved guilty' and 'dont know dont care' attitude for lots of things. LOTS...

But now again, I am undecided. Life seems to be a rat race, and a mad mad struggle to emerge the winner. The winner, I might add, will still be a rat. One might become the best, the most successful, the most highly paid, the Kalyani or whatever else, but the fact of the matter is that we get tougher and tougher on ourselves as time passes. There never is an end to the everlasting (redundancy in words) performance - expectations spiral that we get into. The guy who has a CG of 2.7 dreams of 2.8. The 2.8 chap dreams of 2.9. 2.9 is meanwhile eyeing 3. Where does it all end? A plush, happenning, exciting and well paid job (maybe not in that order), the (higher that what you currently own) segment car, the (larger than the one you have) plasma tv maybe, cellphone, lappie..... The list will never end. The intense desire to better ourselves will get the better of us one day... And at the rate at which we are going,it could well be sooner rather than later.

PS - Watched Swades today. Worth a look. Mohan hass inspired me. And also scared me. I dont think I can make that sacrifice if I reach a position like he did. But then, I am not supposed to.. Mohan is the reel life Shah Rukh, and I am a mere real life mortal.

Note to me - Better get down to study. Otherwise my neighbours will get better grades than me. ;-)

Quote for the day - "Ek din mit jayega mati ke mol.. Jag mein reh jayenge pyaare tere bol"

Reflecting on time. Time and time again

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Fri, 29 Oct 2004 13:01:00 +0000

This is a short and sweet, on-the-run kinda entries.

I just remembered that one of my friends back there in Delhi (the HE) always said that "Work expands to fill the time". HOW TRUE… But, unfortunately, the concept that I see of time these days is a bit different. What I see is that “Work has to shrink to fit in the time”. Time will never expand, will it???
Keep walking…
I

Originally posted on October 29, 2004. Now reposted. Unabridged !

Reflections on Random Dimensions

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Sun, 24 Oct 2004 14:01:00 +0000

It is often said (and oftener heard) that the 3-dimensional world that we reside in has a logical and metaphysical extension. A fourth dimension.. And that dimension is time.

Take care of the seconds, and the minutes and the hours will take care of themselves, it is said. And, by extension, I'd say that the the days and the weeks, and the months will take care of themselves. And so will the years and the decades. And so will life. Or will it? I have my doubts...

Anyways, the real issue behind this blog is the complete timelessness of the situation. I mean it is 4 AM, I've got a class at 9, but still am up writing something that I don’t know if anyone will read. And it is not just me. Its the whole junta that is awake, chatting, walking, singing, studying,, all in various forms of distress and decay, all having so much to do today, at this very moment but still putting up a brave front, a fight for existence and survival at its very best, (or was it worst) that I am amazed. Simply amazed at the resistence and resilience of all of us. (This sentence has gotten longer than I expected, so I'll cut it midway here itself.)

Coming to the point, where else would you find sane people taking a bath at 2.30 am, a hike in the wilderness outside at 3, going for a coffee at maybe 4, and after the end of it all sleep at 5 AM, after a night full of activity and action, but no tangible benefit. Why look far, even right now right here, there is a discussion going on just outside my room on the trends of per capita incomes and expenditures and national income of the country over the last 20 years. And going by the look of things, this ain’t gonna stop anytime soon.

Something stuck me today. A friend asked me the date. I had to look at my cell to find out the answer. Then I realized that I didn’t even know what day it was. Forget an error of approximation by a day or two. I had no idea as to whether it was the start of the week, or the end. (BTW, I found out later, that it was a Saturday). This ain’t just me. Everyone here has lost completely the concepts of day, date and time. It is all immaterial. Don’t know don’t care.. That just about sums it up.

The world we live in here (most of us, if not all) is a cocoon, an insulated shell, that nothing can penetrate, nothing can permeate. We all have very narrow, short term focuses that demand our time and attention. The distinction between what is important and what is urgent has long escaped us.

More Random Musings coming up as and when I find the time ;-)

Keep Posting.

Originally posted on Sunday, October 24, 2004. Now reposted!

Dreamers inc.

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Thu, 14 Oct 2004 13:57:00 +0000

"Utha jag mushaphir bhor bhai, ab rain kaha jo sovat hai,

Jo sovat hai so khovat hai, jo jagat hai so pavat hain."

Just yesterday, in class, you know what? I dozed off. Nothing new in that, I do it almost every other day. Generally I doze off for 2-3 minutes once or twice each class. But yesterday was different. Very very different. I didn't just doze off, I slept!

The scene was bad... so bad, that only today I came to know that Maiti had been caught sleeping in class by Haria, and rebuked for the same. The fun part is that I missed the complete Maiti – Haria episode 'coz I was asleep. Sound asleep in my last row corner seat, without a care in the world. .

T'was frightening!! To think that I was so close to being caught. And yet so far in another world. In wonderland, the wonderland that Lewis Carol's Alice so famously walked off into with gay abandon.

And today, again I had a close escape. V. K. Gupta, our MAC prof and Mr. Cool "Value Addition" guy, caught Arun asleep. And, now hard as I try, I can't seem to remember the exact "Catching hold of" scene. That means I was asleep too. Lucky lucky lucky. What followed was a gem... Mr. Gupta, in chaste Hindi/Sanskrit gave Arun a mouthful. Not the usual mouthful, but a beautiful couplet which had something to do with the sleepers losing and the wakers winning. Cool cool prof. Not many have the ability to laugh at themselves with the whole class laughing. But this guy is different.

Net learnings from the case - There are classes and there are cases. There are sleepers and there are sleepers. But the true sleeper in class is the one who picks and chooses the moments to sleep. Sleep... sleep as much as you want to, but for Pete's sake (plz dont ask me who is Pete; I read this phrase somewhere and somehow it has stuck... ) wake up for the attendance sheet, and wake up for the tea break. Dont miss these at any cost.

Originally posted on October 14, 2004. Now reposted!

Back after a false start

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Sat, 04 Sep 2004 13:49:00 +0000

Hi!!

I am back after a false start, this time I hope with some more sense! And a lot more ME. THE TRUE ME, not any brattish dude who throws terms & comments just for the heck of it. Whatever I post here will reflect what I am and what I want to be. So here goes...

Let me start with a description of today’s HBW lecture. YA! This was actually the first time I had read the readings before going to class. And does it make a difference? Boy, it sure does. The lecture was on the differences between leaders and managers... Started violently with Panda taking a quiz, a quiz different from that given to section B in the morning. We complained. We whined.. We cribbed. But Panda caught us. Nothing doing, he said...

Post Script – Thank you Doctor for reminding me. Thanks a lot. You are one of the few people who can and do show me the right way, and plz continue to do the same whenever I stray.................................. U really are, as you yourself say, “My Nemesis”.

Post Post Script – Posted on September 4, 2004. Reposted <after a little editing> on October 1, 2005. T’is been over a year, I realize. And under 10 posts! Kuch karna padega. Will try n be more regular with the posting from now. Anyways this is a lot better than the rediffblog.

Test Post

noreply@blogger.com (Pankaj Sachar) — Wed, 31 Dec 2003 18:30:00 +0000

Testing all kinds of stuff with this post. Testing fonts and colors. Testing if I can post an image thru email. Testing a helluva lot more than I can explain! And mak^ing sure this post appears in a GOOGLE® search of my name in any form

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