<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917</id><updated>2011-12-04T00:43:04.388+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of a Lesser Mortal Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>The narration of the experiences of a innocent bystander to the world as he See's it from within the confines of IIM Lucknow</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-4477313487517520329</id><published>2011-10-13T15:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-13T15:43:13.185+05:30</updated><title type='text'>kaas</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/4477313487517520329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=4477313487517520329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/4477313487517520329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/4477313487517520329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2011/10/kaas.html' title='kaas'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-SxMyswymq9g/TpI5FEsW8EE/AAAAAAAAbhE/54e679lYxlE/s72-c/Kaas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-2351443074238800179</id><published>2011-10-13T15:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-13T15:37:45.001+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/2351443074238800179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=2351443074238800179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/2351443074238800179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/2351443074238800179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-2004642693110021669</id><published>2008-01-10T23:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-11T00:06:34.057+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meandering thoughts of existence</title><summary type='text'>            Let me start of by saying, this is my first blog in the last 11 months and many elements in my life have changed in these past few months some for the better while the others for the worse. Gone are the days when I would daydream about an idealistic world, where there was money for all your materialistic flights of the imagination, and dreams were reality                  I was told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/2004642693110021669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=2004642693110021669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/2004642693110021669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/2004642693110021669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2008/01/meandering-thoughts-of-existence.html' title='Meandering thoughts of existence'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-3739656768975717108</id><published>2007-03-01T03:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-01T22:58:48.811+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><summary type='text'>this is what I wrote last year, on the same day       Meaning of Time                                    Its 5:45am in the morning by my alarm clock, I have made 3 attempts to try and my myself into snooze mode to no avail. I have nothing to do but stare at the watch in front of me. And while just staring at the watch it occurred to me how slow time moves. Here’s an exercise for you! just try </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/3739656768975717108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=3739656768975717108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/3739656768975717108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/3739656768975717108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2007/03/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-1095563919055885302</id><published>2007-02-05T15:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T15:49:21.662+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Luminescent Shards of happiness</title><summary type='text'>The last few weeks have been overpowering for me especially on the emotional front with the most important week of my stay at hel(L) approaching fast, People look at the placements as the ultimate leveler, no one cares what your CG is or what committee you worked for, but if you have made it into the slot 1 biggies , you have proved  your mettle. But as the penultimate  week seems to approach the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/1095563919055885302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=1095563919055885302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/1095563919055885302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/1095563919055885302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2007/02/luminescent-shards-of-happiness.html' title='Luminescent Shards of happiness'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-1966227564746608806</id><published>2007-01-15T10:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-15T10:23:35.411+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Getting rid of materialism............(neo-spiritualism)</title><summary type='text'>Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/1966227564746608806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=1966227564746608806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/1966227564746608806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/1966227564746608806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2007/01/getting-rid-of-materialismneo.html' title='Getting rid of materialism............(neo-spiritualism)'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-8368471964967492548</id><published>2007-01-02T03:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-02T03:13:31.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Country Ruled by Leeches</title><summary type='text'>                Agency effected, corrupt, nepotistic, ethically challenged, money laundering, ruled by scoundrels, mafia infested, unconcerned, asphyxiated, plagued, underprivileged , deprived, mismanaged are just a handful managerial jargon I can use to describe my country. Wow …..  that’s harsh you might claim but a there saying goes like “only if you love something truly will you be concerned”</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/8368471964967492548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=8368471964967492548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/8368471964967492548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/8368471964967492548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2007/01/country-ruled-by-leeches.html' title='The Country Ruled by Leeches'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-116492080121032747</id><published>2006-12-01T02:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:26:11.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The things i need to do before i kick the bucket</title><summary type='text'>Well life is too short to for anyone let it make its own road. Time and tide never stopped for no one and as i already mentioned in my time post "the clock starts the very day you were born" ......... so i thought now that i see quiet a few years to live before me (i.e. if all goes well) i might as well make a list of the 20 things i would like to do before i kicked the bucket. so here it goesSee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/116492080121032747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=116492080121032747&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/116492080121032747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/116492080121032747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-i-need-to-do-before-i-kick.html' title='The things i need to do before i kick the bucket'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-116487391153033894</id><published>2006-11-30T13:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-01T14:21:21.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A life worth peanuts</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks back I was backpacking cross country just to get to know more about the country. It was great fun, we traveled 1000’s of kilometers at the minimum possible cost - hitchhiking , traveling without tickets were the order of the day. This was the first time I ever made a trip like this and boy ohh boy was it fun! This also happened to be the second time in my life that I boarded a general</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/116487391153033894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=116487391153033894&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/116487391153033894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/116487391153033894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-worth-peanuts.html' title='A life worth peanuts'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-116487028619889798</id><published>2006-11-30T12:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:37:53.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Im back</title><summary type='text'>Yes I's back with loadsa stuff to tell you guys aboutwohaa I'm back in blackBack In Black  ACDC Back in black, I hit the sack,I've been too long, I'm glad to  be back!Yes, I'm let loose from the noose,That's kept me hangin'  around!I keep a-lookin' at the sky 'cause it's makin me high,Forget the  hearse 'cause I'll never die!I got nine lives, cat's eyes,Abusin' every  one of them and runnin' wild</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/116487028619889798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=116487028619889798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/116487028619889798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/116487028619889798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-back.html' title='Im back'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-116218947696869437</id><published>2006-10-30T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:25:32.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blogging  Break</title><summary type='text'>The last couple of weeks my mind has been too cluttered with all the shit my profs hurl at me ....... so kinda taking a break from blogging will return after a refreshing trip. Promise to keep u entertained and updatedInnocent BystanderI break with a beautiful song from Led ZeppelinRamble On  Led Zeppelin  Leaves are falling all around,It's time I was on my  way.Thanks to you, I'm much obligedFor</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/116218947696869437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=116218947696869437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/116218947696869437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/116218947696869437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogging-break.html' title='Blogging  Break'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-115964960375611261</id><published>2006-10-01T01:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-01T02:23:24.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><summary type='text'>            As I sit back and try to reassess my situation with projects, competitions and the thousands of the gimmicks B-schools resort to I can’t help but think about what the journey hence would be like. Yeah, yeah! You mite be saying it goes again, but I can’t help but think about my future. What will I resort to? Will I be able to survive in the corporate jungle? Will I be able to hit it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/115964960375611261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=115964960375611261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115964960375611261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115964960375611261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/09/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-115953033782104516</id><published>2006-09-29T17:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-09T12:36:59.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Top 100 songs of all time</title><summary type='text'>I have been watching LOST (TV series) these past few days, so I thought to my self what would be the essentials for me survive on a desolated island all by my self …… and being a useless fellow that I’ am I set out listing the essentials. I realized food, water , clothing won’t be a problem but how could I ever live without music. So here goes my list of all time greats, the must haves of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/115953033782104516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=115953033782104516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115953033782104516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115953033782104516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/09/top-100-songs-of-all-time.html' title='Top 100 songs of all time'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-115848850136165740</id><published>2006-09-17T15:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:51:41.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>!!! BREAD IS DANGEROUS !!!</title><summary type='text'>Research on bread indicates that: 1. More than 98 percent of convicted felons are bread users.2. Fully HALF of all children who grow up in bread-consuming households score below average on standardized tests.3. In the 18th century, when virtually all bread was baked in the home, the average life expectancy was less than 50 years; infant mortality rates were unacceptably high; many women died in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/115848850136165740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=115848850136165740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115848850136165740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115848850136165740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/09/bread-is-dangerous.html' title='!!! BREAD IS DANGEROUS !!!'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-115732782815532280</id><published>2006-09-04T05:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-04T06:23:53.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How intelligent</title><summary type='text'>Got bored studying for the exams ........ so tried to entertaining my self using Stumble! ........ while using stumble found this site that hosted an IQ test .......... said "what the Hell!!! lets give it a shot."Test from www.iqtest.comScored = 139Login email: pgp21216@iiml.ac.inPassword: PfHsRN3xnUtMreTDAnalysisGrade Statistics</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/115732782815532280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=115732782815532280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115732782815532280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115732782815532280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-intelligent.html' title='How intelligent'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-115647290856119154</id><published>2006-08-25T07:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:38:07.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being Pessimistic</title><summary type='text'>If the glass is half empty ... its half empty ....there is no denying it..... Try every law in physics chemistry anything but you can’t disapprove of it. However people like to dream and build castles floating in air, guess what? Doing so they go to the extent of discounting the laws of probability ......In my opinion an optimist is a person who is afraid of accepting failure and comes up with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/115647290856119154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=115647290856119154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115647290856119154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115647290856119154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/08/being-pessimistic.html' title='Being Pessimistic'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-115386524514690849</id><published>2006-07-26T03:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-26T03:38:17.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of war !!!</title><summary type='text'>This post is for all those guys who sit over a table and talk about war as a viable option to end all their troubles with its international neighbours. Little do people realize what war really is, the general ideas for war people have is it will be something like a videogame (looks enjoying huhh!!), little do these people reaalize that war is the worst thing that can happen to the human race. It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/115386524514690849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=115386524514690849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115386524514690849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115386524514690849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/07/meaning-of-war.html' title='The meaning of war !!!'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-115371185131766899</id><published>2006-07-24T09:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T09:00:51.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Syd Barret no more</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/115371185131766899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=115371185131766899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115371185131766899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115371185131766899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/07/syd-barret-no-more.html' title='Syd Barret no more'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-115144206614869129</id><published>2006-06-28T02:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-11T17:00:01.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The world as I see it  -  Albert Einstein</title><summary type='text'>"How strange is the lot of us mortals! Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people -- first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/115144206614869129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=115144206614869129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115144206614869129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115144206614869129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-as-i-see-it-albert-einstein.html' title='The world as I see it  -  Albert Einstein'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-115143066906351891</id><published>2006-06-27T20:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-27T23:21:09.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some pics i felt like sharing</title><summary type='text'>Its the journey that matters ...... If only we could see through corners If only we could cut our way through the bushes ..... The road of life is full of blind corners and fork roads ..... Its the choices that we make that differnciates us from the others .... if you think to your self without these Life is just an excercise to exaust your bodyThe shades of life ... some dark some light .... It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/115143066906351891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=115143066906351891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115143066906351891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115143066906351891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-pics-i-felt-like-sharing.html' title='Some pics i felt like sharing'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-115140696390121300</id><published>2006-06-27T16:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:13:15.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The 4 Hour story</title><summary type='text'>STATUATORY WARNING: All the characters in this story don’t exist and the story is based on no real life incident                 There is this guy 21 odd just out of graduate college, on the look out for a good PG institute. The guy is about to board a bus bound to Mumbai (Via the expressway), He is going to Mumbai to appear for an interview (in fact his life depends on this interview). Tensed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/115140696390121300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=115140696390121300&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115140696390121300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/115140696390121300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/06/4-hour-story.html' title='The 4 Hour story'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-114672030216651968</id><published>2006-05-04T10:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:57:40.040+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The kaleidoscope of life</title><summary type='text'>What a weird comparison life and a kaleidoscope. As a part of my summer internship I got an opportunity to spend 20 days in Gujarat (was doing my market research there). I was all alone for 20 odd days with nothing much do other than travel for 12 hours a day and 2 hours of interviewing. As I was a making my way through Gujarat it occurred to me how people vary from region to region with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/114672030216651968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=114672030216651968&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114672030216651968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114672030216651968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/05/kaleidoscope-of-life.html' title='The kaleidoscope of life'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-114298675491927558</id><published>2006-03-22T05:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-22T05:49:14.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My House</title><summary type='text'>Hey guys I located my house on google earthR4-20 9th Floor Parmar Trade Center,Sadhu Vaswani Chowk,Pune - 411001</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/114298675491927558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=114298675491927558&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114298675491927558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114298675491927558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-house.html' title='My House'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-114277834886417256</id><published>2006-03-19T19:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:52:56.393+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The sheep herd effect</title><summary type='text'>What I’m reffering to is essentially the bird flu nuisance that is happening in the country. Lets just look back and count the number of bird flu victims in India till date …… its been five minutes since I started counting and I have reached the number ‘0’ null zilch.. The Indian masses have reacted more impulsively to this matter rather than approaching it with even a penny worth of logic. Just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/114277834886417256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=114277834886417256&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114277834886417256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114277834886417256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/03/sheep-herd-effect.html' title='The sheep herd effect'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-114232047827550417</id><published>2006-03-14T12:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-21T04:26:59.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>comfortably numb</title><summary type='text'>Wow, Seems like these words were written for meHello.Is there anybody in there?Just nod if you can hear me.Is there anyone home?Come on, now.I hear you’re feeling down.Well I can ease your pain,Get you on your feet again.Relax.I need some information first.Just the basic facts:Can you show me where it hurts?There is no pain, you are receding.A distant ship’s smoke on the horizon.You are only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/114232047827550417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=114232047827550417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114232047827550417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114232047827550417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/03/comfortably-numb.html' title='comfortably numb'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-114228850653861677</id><published>2006-03-14T03:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-14T03:51:46.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Silent corridors</title><summary type='text'>The corridors of my hostel are silent, no more do I wake to the sound of loud rock music, the mess seems like a deserted place and the flowers bloom for no one. Another flock of hatchlings have left their nest in search of their identity and destiny. Though the countdown shows 4 days left for the PGP II‘s to depart it seems they have already left. You might think so what’s new it happens every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/114228850653861677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=114228850653861677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114228850653861677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114228850653861677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/03/silent-corridors.html' title='Silent corridors'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-114212749575091575</id><published>2006-03-12T07:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-12T09:05:41.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Insatiable human thirst</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;The human mind is an almost comical place, unlike the other parts of the body that prefer to keep shut when content (e.g. Stomach) this dude keeps spinning yarns of wants and desires. The matter is worsened by the fact that as soon as one want is satisfied the damn thing comes up with the next want which is an even more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/114212749575091575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=114212749575091575&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114212749575091575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114212749575091575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/03/insatiable-human-thirst_114212749575091575.html' title='The Insatiable human thirst'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-114148517529596752</id><published>2006-03-04T20:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-12T08:55:48.346+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tried being good, repented.... Love being bad</title><summary type='text'>This is in relation to the change in attitude that I have brought about in myself after around 8 months in Lucknow. I remember walking into this institute as a guy who had no exposure to the way of life in a hostel; it was like a financial consultant moving into the Bronx and trying to start a normal life (exaggerated to some degree). Most of the guys here had been in a hostel and knew how to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/114148517529596752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=114148517529596752&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114148517529596752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114148517529596752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/03/tried-being-good-repented-love-being.html' title='Tried being good, repented.... Love being bad'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-114100014658541712</id><published>2006-02-27T04:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-12T09:22:00.466+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of Time</title><summary type='text'>Its 5:45am in the morning by my alarm clock, I have made 3 attempts to try and my myself into snooze mode to no avail. I have nothing to do but stare at the watch in front of me. And while just staring at the watch it occurred to me how slow time moves. Here’s an exercise for you! just try staring at a watch for 5 minutes, its only when you stare at the watch with a thoughtless mind do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/114100014658541712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=114100014658541712&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114100014658541712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114100014658541712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/02/meaning-of-time.html' title='Meaning of Time'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-114076549886775437</id><published>2006-02-24T12:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:48:18.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The end of Humanism</title><summary type='text'>Let me start by clarifying that this article has nothing to do with Islam as a religion and I respect Islam as a religion.Some of the article An attempt to unravel the dirty secrets behind terrorismThe decade long reign of terrorism has had millions of victims.    Around 34,000 have died, many more injured, scores forced out of their homes and millions of citizens live in fear of their lives from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/114076549886775437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=114076549886775437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114076549886775437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114076549886775437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of-humanism.html' title='The end of Humanism'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-114045471725065855</id><published>2006-02-20T22:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:29:05.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The World of Smartboards, Sympodiums is about to change</title><summary type='text'>The technology is multi-touch screens, developed at NYU (as per post on the Cult of Mac blog). And the interesting part is that Apple has patented these interactions, which means... a TabletMac?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/114045471725065855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=114045471725065855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114045471725065855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114045471725065855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/02/world-of-smartboards-sympodiums-is.html' title='The World of Smartboards, Sympodiums is about to change'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-114026966280852981</id><published>2006-02-18T18:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-18T19:05:56.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The ordeal of Rs 600</title><summary type='text'>               Let me start by confessing that I’m out and out spendthrift, with constant supplies being demanded from my personal bank (my father). All was well until I became aware of spending habits of everyone around me vis a vis my budget. I would spend anywhere around 6000-8000 bucks a month compare to the relatively less 3000-4000 bucks everyone spent (monthly). Even guys hooked onto money</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/114026966280852981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=114026966280852981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114026966280852981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/114026966280852981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/02/ordeal-of-rs-600.html' title='The ordeal of Rs 600'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113925720661245649</id><published>2006-02-07T01:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:50:06.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Best Lyrics of all time</title><summary type='text'>There are song that you enjoy and then there are songs that move you. They make you relate to every word in them and pluck a few chords in you.Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayYou fritter and waste the hours in an off hand wayKicking around on a piece of ground in your home townWaiting for someone or something to show you the wayTired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113925720661245649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113925720661245649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113925720661245649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113925720661245649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-lyrics-of-all-time.html' title='Best Lyrics of all time'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113918376007620536</id><published>2006-02-06T05:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-06T05:26:00.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"His Principle of Peace Was Bogus"</title><summary type='text'>Gopal Godse,  co-conspirator in Gandhi's assassination and brother of the assassin, looks back  in anger--and without regret&lt;!--By NISID HAJARI--&gt;&lt;!--LEAD PHOTO INCLUDE--&gt;     Hemant Pithwa/India Today&lt;!--/LEAD PHOTO INCLUDE--&gt;Fifty-two years  ago, on Jan. 30, 1948, Mohandas Gandhi was shot dead by Nathuram Godse, a Hindu  extremist. Godse believed that the Mahatma, or great soul, was responsible</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113918376007620536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113918376007620536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113918376007620536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113918376007620536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/02/his-principle-of-peace-was-bogus_05.html' title='&quot;His Principle of Peace Was Bogus&quot;'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113811764945544256</id><published>2006-01-24T21:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:17:29.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i want to break free</title><summary type='text'>As it turns out most of the changes that occured were not in the academic sphere , my experience at IIM L changed me as a person !!. I can't help but think of me as a guy who had been kept on life support system all his life (cared for and pampered) by his parents. Until I came to lucknow I had no Idea that life could be so difficult. I remember my father used to say, "Shobha (my mother) you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113811764945544256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113811764945544256&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113811764945544256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113811764945544256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-want-to-break-free.html' title='i want to break free'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113797030187960371</id><published>2006-01-23T04:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-23T04:21:41.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Manfest 2006</title><summary type='text'>For a change I think I should stop cribbing and try to highlight the efforts of all my batchmates in making Manfest 2006 a resounding success.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113797030187960371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113797030187960371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113797030187960371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113797030187960371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/01/manfest-2006.html' title='Manfest 2006'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113777164634042468</id><published>2006-01-20T20:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:10:46.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Mind games</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that one feels secluded and alone. I have been having this feeling for quiet sometime now, none of my friends seem to be my friends anymore. Life has suddenly become like a empty road in the moonlit sky, so cold so emotionless, there is no sight of a anyone around.... there i stand alone with no directions and no will, lost in space and time.       Those who I thought understood me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113777164634042468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113777164634042468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113777164634042468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113777164634042468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-mind-games_20.html' title='My Mind games'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113683178624099152</id><published>2006-01-10T00:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:06:26.300+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Manifestations of the wannabe’s</title><summary type='text'>This article is for all the guys who go around boasting about their pseudo achievements. It all starts in a train in a cozy A.C 3tier compartment of a train bound to Lucknow. Traveling in the train is Mr. X along with me. Little am I aware that these 24 hours on the train are going to be the most trying hours of my life! The journey starts amid commotion and confusion. We board the train with no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113683178624099152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113683178624099152&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113683178624099152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113683178624099152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2006/01/manifestations-of-wannabes.html' title='Manifestations of the wannabe’s'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113447011778076103</id><published>2005-12-13T16:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-13T16:05:17.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Orignal Prankster</title><summary type='text'>Its 5:00am in the morning I have been breaking my head for around 6 hours over a unheard of topic (Will the entry of WTO benefit India?), I’am out of luck , patience and coffee and to make life a little brighter I might have a Accounting quiz tomorrow. Welcome to IIM-Hell, where the working hours sound like an exaggeration and the workload has you bent over like a 80 year old man. But life is not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113447011778076103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113447011778076103&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113447011778076103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113447011778076103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2005/12/orignal-prankster.html' title='Orignal Prankster'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113425138755521693</id><published>2005-12-11T03:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-11T03:33:59.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I could kill for these wheels</title><summary type='text'>This article is targeted to all those who own one on these beauties.I would like to go on record by saying that "I’ am willing to do anything and by anything i mean absolutely anything to get my hands on one of these". If you ever feel the need to get absolutely any thing done (like say kill the president, kidnap the pope, find osama) remember me..... :) .I have only one goal one ambition in life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113425138755521693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113425138755521693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113425138755521693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113425138755521693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-could-kill-for-these-wheels.html' title='I could kill for these wheels'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113422460357256077</id><published>2005-12-10T19:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-10T21:49:02.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Evolving to become the arm chair rulers of the world</title><summary type='text'>           It’s the latest buzz word in the media today …. Stress. It’s abnormal to go through a newspaper and not find a single article on stress. People say Stress kills reduces average lifespan and blah blah blah …. Little do people realize that stress has always been a part of the human race as for the matter all mammals and birds. Its not that suddenly humans are under stress after millions </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113422460357256077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113422460357256077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113422460357256077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113422460357256077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2005/12/evolving-to-become-arm-chair-rulers-of.html' title='Evolving to become the arm chair rulers of the world'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113372097116506469</id><published>2005-12-04T23:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-04T23:59:31.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment in a Mercedes S-class</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; The title might seem weird but it’s a fact that is driving me crazy. I’am referring to all these so called Maharajs , BABA’s and BAPU’s (Asaramji babu, sudhanshu maharaj, Shri Ravi shankar………..and the tones of others) who portray the looks of an enlightened being , messenger of god……. And hide the underlying mentality of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113372097116506469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113372097116506469&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113372097116506469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113372097116506469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2005/12/enlightenment-in-mercedes-s-class.html' title='Enlightenment in a Mercedes S-class'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113370200820352824</id><published>2005-12-04T18:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-04T18:57:01.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Angry letter from a young lady to JRD Tata.</title><summary type='text'>                 This is about a letter from a young lady to JRD Tata that made him change his rule.Sudha Murthy was livid when a job advertisement posted by a Tata company at the institution where she was completing her post graduation stated that "Lady Candidates need not apply". She dashed off a postcard to JRD Tata, protesting against the discrimination. Following this, Mrs Murthy was called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113370200820352824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113370200820352824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113370200820352824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113370200820352824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2005/12/angry-letter-from-young-lady-to-jrd.html' title='An Angry letter from a young lady to JRD Tata.'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113364960707038707</id><published>2005-12-04T03:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:09:30.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Aspirations of a unplugged soul</title><summary type='text'>In this world where cannibalism is the order of the day we forget what we always wanted to be. Here cannibalism does not imply its obvious but it means the cannibalism of ones aspiration and dreams .To cut the philosophical crap and come to the point i would like to ask every one simple question. What did you want to be when you were 12 years old? I’m sure you might think "It’s ridiculous; I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113364960707038707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113364960707038707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113364960707038707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113364960707038707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2005/12/aspirations-of-unplugged-soul.html' title='The Aspirations of a unplugged soul'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113363447052324580</id><published>2005-12-03T23:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:57:50.540+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Godse's defense speech in court</title><summary type='text'>     This is the speech given by Nathuram Godse in the court when he was tried for the murder of mahatma Gandhi....really solid facts Do read this....really hard-hitting Born in a devotional Brahmin family, I instinctively came to revere Hindu religion, Hindu history and Hindu culture. I had, therefore, been intensely proud of Hinduism as a whole. As I grew up I developed a tendency to free </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113363447052324580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113363447052324580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113363447052324580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113363447052324580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2005/12/godses-defense-speech-in-court.html' title='Godse&apos;s defense speech in court'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113363409574939244</id><published>2005-12-03T23:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:51:35.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taj Mahal By Shahjahan a symbol of eternal love ! Or is it ???</title><summary type='text'>   "The Moghul Emperor Shah Jahan in the memory of his wife Mumtaz Mahal built the Taj Mahal. It was built in 22 years (1631 to 1653) by 20,000 artisans brought to India from all over the world!. Many people believe Ustad Isa of Iran designed it." This is what your guide probably told you if you ever visited the Taj Mahal. This is the same story I read in my history book as a student.NOW READ </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113363409574939244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113363409574939244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113363409574939244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113363409574939244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2005/12/taj-mahal-by-shahjahan-symbol-of.html' title='Taj Mahal By Shahjahan a symbol of eternal love ! Or is it ???'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19546917.post-113363230251854657</id><published>2005-12-03T22:52:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:21:42.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The first post</title><summary type='text'>Its been a long day. I have virtually bored my self to death watching 7 episoded of topgear back to back. Then suddenly the nogood guy has a light bulb flash in head, If you have enough time to spare why not start blogging and join the scores to self proclaimed gyani's and start distributing free gyan the 21st century way. But then agian one thinks is it worthwhile to have hign hopes like as if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/feeds/113363230251854657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19546917&amp;postID=113363230251854657&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113363230251854657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19546917/posts/default/113363230251854657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbagalkotkar.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-post_03.html' title='The first post'/><author><name>Nikhil Bagalkotkar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11133645241614871841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://images3.orkut.com/images/milieu/1/982/7295982.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
