<?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-6773709397631595812</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:49:16.428-08:00</updated><category term='Ganesha'/><category term='IT'/><title type='text'>DELETE THIS BLOG!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-6995512544790161471</id><published>2011-07-07T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T09:02:23.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Matrix - Rise</title><content type='html'>!Neo = Have you seen the sun rising in the west?&lt;br /&gt;Neo = No, its just the cubicle wall blocking Morph's Bald Head.&lt;br /&gt;!Neo = But how is it so yellow?&lt;br /&gt;Neo = May be he uses hair color. Garnier: Take Gare!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-6995512544790161471?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/6995512544790161471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=6995512544790161471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/6995512544790161471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/6995512544790161471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2011/07/matrix-rise.html' title='The Matrix - Rise'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-2486600930254283617</id><published>2011-01-30T02:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:06:54.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NERTZ!</title><content type='html'>Sharat: Rama thinks you are nerdier than him.&lt;br /&gt;ME : Who is the bigger Nerd?&lt;br /&gt;Shireesh : Rama is Nerd to the power of Nerd!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-2486600930254283617?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/2486600930254283617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=2486600930254283617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/2486600930254283617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/2486600930254283617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2011/01/nertz.html' title='NERTZ!'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-6253255638242688169</id><published>2011-01-30T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:04:30.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Word IS FLAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Canirudh%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A majority of the so called creative stuff have their origin in jumbled words or sentences. What I meant was when you have something famous, a quote or a saying for example you play with the words and get ideas. The famous movie “Thank you for smoking” was, I believe, inspired by wall posts which read “Thank you for not smoking”. Then one guy reading this thought what it would be like if “not” was not present in the sentence. Then came the idea that we could make a movie in which a situation is created where in it is good for smoking (at a particular situation). Then the scenario was created and everything else followed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have one more example regarding this. There is a famous video clip on youtube called “The Singhsons”. Which I believe was again originated because someone thought of the word &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10hThCCJCBI"&gt;Singhsons&lt;/a&gt; while playing with Simpsons. So then they thought how would it be to have an entire Singh family along the lines of Simpsons. That is when the video clip was born.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Famous Bollywood Film Actor Akshay Kumar talked about his inspiration for SINGH IS KING. He saw it written on the back of a truck. Then he thought how about we make a movie out of this; then there it was the disaster. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;I have a thought in mind in this direction. Bribe and Prejubice. The dyslexic Girl who fights against corruption. She couldn’t read Bride and Bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-6253255638242688169?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/6253255638242688169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=6253255638242688169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/6253255638242688169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/6253255638242688169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2011/01/word-is-flat.html' title='Word IS FLAT'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-63852129157847063</id><published>2011-01-15T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T01:13:07.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*.holics</title><content type='html'>IF(Coffeel consumption &gt; Alcohol )&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;Workoholic;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if both of the consumption equal then probably works on alcohol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-63852129157847063?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/63852129157847063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=63852129157847063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/63852129157847063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/63852129157847063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2011/01/holics.html' title='*.holics'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-9025155248956939601</id><published>2011-01-05T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T09:16:45.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Along the Watch Tower</title><content type='html'>It is amazing how I could relate my office life to this song. It starts with" there must be some kinda way outta here".That is exactly how I feel about office. I think the feeling is pretty common among many IT guys.&lt;br /&gt;I goto the restroom, it has a wonderful view!(a lake view) There I can see the wall compounded. I feel the prince has the kept the view there. I hear people making fun of the kind of work they do. They their life is a bitter joke. But I disagree this is not my fate. There must be some kind of way out of here.&lt;br /&gt;But where is it that I want to go, I really dont know! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-9025155248956939601?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/9025155248956939601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=9025155248956939601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/9025155248956939601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/9025155248956939601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-along-watch-tower.html' title='All Along the Watch Tower'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-2192146796423264603</id><published>2010-12-31T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T09:58:08.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The perfect tense!</title><content type='html'>Every body has a perfectionist in them. Some ppl are obsessed to give it a perfect shot. Nothing else would do. Anything else would be less or insulting. So you wait to give it the best shot. And in the end 10 years have gone behind you no one told u went to run!  So wats so gr8 abt perfect?&lt;br /&gt;I waited so long to post in perfect tense. Wat exactly do you gain by that perfection. Perfection is what you gain? There is a feeling of greatness. One moment of glory is worth a thousand of mediocrity. Is it? The destination is just a reason to make the journey. Throughout the journey you await the destination and afterwards you cherish the journey. I think it is the  less than perfect journey leading to perfectionism which is more enjoyable than perfectionism.&lt;br /&gt;p.s.I regret that  I wrote that above lines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-2192146796423264603?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/2192146796423264603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=2192146796423264603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/2192146796423264603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/2192146796423264603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfect-tense.html' title='The perfect tense!'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-1882285932843983285</id><published>2010-05-04T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T09:08:03.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The MATRIX!</title><content type='html'>It was a bad start for the day. Neo could feel something's not right. The wind was blowing in the wrong direction today. No, wait Neo lives in an AC office, how can the wind blow there?! . Nevermind Neo enters the matrix , thinks when he will be able to meet trinity. He goes to the nearest exit. No Trinity! Damn how could she not be here. How could this happen to me? No doubt the floor was a lot cooler! And ground floor's temperature had increased.There strikes the blow trinity leaves the matrix to go to some other version of it. Apparently the grass is GREENer on the other side of the "firewall". And Morpheus is worried about NEO!&lt;br /&gt;(will be back soon!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-1882285932843983285?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/1882285932843983285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=1882285932843983285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/1882285932843983285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/1882285932843983285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2010/05/matrix.html' title='The MATRIX!'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-2719761988577910734</id><published>2010-02-26T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T08:05:36.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PEACE at last thank god there are DUMB ppl in the world!</title><content type='html'>For a long time now I found peace.Peace atlast.Sweet peace! I found it at the most unexpected place : work!. Ever since I left WEbsters I ve constantly aiming high ,meetin new ppl wonderful ppl probably some of them better than me. ALways someone wud come up wid the right answer , some one wud be ready to win. TOo much pressure I cudnt take it anymore. But I chose it to be in a better world , to show ppl wat brand  I was in although struggling everyday to beat the competitive world.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I used to sorry der wud be someone out der trying to outsmart me or worse himself. I cudnt take it anymore I m scared tired frustrated most of all lost the purpose of all this brand seeking behavior.&lt;br /&gt;And one fine day it so happens I cud go to the chosen place for me. Where I can be myself and either things workout or dey dont for me. NO worries. Ppl are dumber and saner here. No more worries dat somebody ll overtake I dont care one bit. I be myself and things happen to me, I dont have to do nehting.I can sleep peacefully tonight after a long history OCW (Obsessive compulsive worrying)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-2719761988577910734?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/2719761988577910734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=2719761988577910734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/2719761988577910734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/2719761988577910734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2010/02/peace-at-last-thank-god-there-are-dumb.html' title='PEACE at last thank god there are DUMB ppl in the world!'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-1959630754941521241</id><published>2010-01-16T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T09:47:24.635-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ganesha'/><title type='text'>The IT effect!</title><content type='html'>So this guy is a weak nerdy engineer sorry software engineer who sits in an A/C office and uses only fingers and may be some brains to earn a fat salary. He comes outside frustrated by the system, the traffic and goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about this another guy may be an auto driver, who apparently toils in the sun works hard to make a living and not bearing the brunt of price hike decides to tamper his meter or go for the kill straight away and ask for an extra "change" or worse take the riders for a ride around the entire city.&lt;br /&gt;What exactly this is creating is interesting and disheartening. Soon there will be  a divide in rich and the poor u say, no soon there ll be a divide in the IT and the non IT. When I mean non IT its not just the auto-rickshaw guys any sincere hardworking educated person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago was the festival of ganesha. I and with my dad were out shopping for flowers and stuff. We go to this guy the vendor he says say 20 Rs for a 100 gm or something, there is this jerkin wearing bike riding ID card hanging spectacle wearing .....guy who pays him flat without any objection and rides away. Why would he care he earns a 5 figure salary minimum depending upon his age it ll get multiplied by a power of 10. But the thing is what he is creating is a price upraise for a commodity of not that much value.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few secs later comes an old woman , I could make out by the basket and the Ganesha she bought she was very poor. He asks the vendor for flowers of worth 3 Rs. He says I cant give you anything for 3 bucks and finally she breaks down giving all the money she had it came down to 5 bucks and she says give how much ever you can for this.And still he says don't waste time go away!&lt;br /&gt;That moment was like so what do you call it emotional or worth crying but what I saw was how IT the revolution is affecting the ordinary citizens.&lt;br /&gt;I mean the vendors go for the customers who pay them without an argument not the poor lady.&lt;br /&gt;That day was like a day of enlightenment ,beyond the emotional story I saw something. I mean what ll happen slowly is the IT guys (although not intentionally) will make it hell for those non IT fellows to even earn a living. Either they wont be able to afford a living in the cities or otherwise they might revolt resulting in crime or any violent activity.&lt;br /&gt;My humble request is to know the value of your money and I m not against lavish spending , but make sure that shit is not as valued as gold just because you earning in diamonds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-1959630754941521241?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/1959630754941521241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=1959630754941521241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/1959630754941521241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/1959630754941521241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-effect.html' title='The IT effect!'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-9212882170059460022</id><published>2009-12-23T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T06:01:00.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world as I SEA it!</title><content type='html'>Has it occured to you that you have been swimming across the current in the river called LIFE!&lt;br /&gt; I chose life to be a river not a sea cos i havent seen so much in life anyways. Sometimes I feel you are on a boat and rowing across the current to make it to some final place.&lt;br /&gt;But as years pass by u tend to realize it gets tougher, If you dont get what u want early in life u ll have such kinda feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Its like ur boat has a hole and as years pass by the boat gets filled, it gets tougher and tougher to row against the current.Moreover that hole gets bigger and bigger as life passes by.If u know wat i meant!  Damn! do it early before u r deep inside!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-9212882170059460022?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/9212882170059460022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=9212882170059460022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/9212882170059460022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/9212882170059460022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2009/12/world-as-i-sea-it.html' title='The world as I SEA it!'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-1045080472855362103</id><published>2008-01-18T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T06:09:40.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JO(C)KEY!</title><content type='html'>IF U EVER PROPOSE WID A DIAMONG RING&lt;br /&gt;can it be called carbon dating?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-1045080472855362103?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/1045080472855362103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=1045080472855362103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/1045080472855362103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/1045080472855362103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2008/01/jockey.html' title='JO(C)KEY!'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-2567012215767088327</id><published>2007-09-30T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T11:04:33.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW IS THE TIME TO BE HAPPY</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered if you are unhappy about something; most of the times its something you dont have or something you are not or someone you want is not with you.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is when we have it with us(i.e things we like) we dont value it because we are busy thinking about things we dont have.&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of my high school math teacher talking about a fool.He used to sleep on a tree all the time.When the ppl around him asked to study or do something worthwile,he questioned them about the profit of doing it. "Well if ya study u get to go to a gud place to study"The fool says what next."If you study at a good place u get a good job".NExt."a good earning".Then what."Fool u will have a comfortable life". The so called fool replies "I m comfortable now!"&lt;br /&gt;Well for a moment i thought he was right.But actually he is right.&lt;br /&gt;When we are kids u are asked to study to get to good college.Then u r asked to work hard for a gud higher educ or a job.In a job again work hard for a promotion, it goes on and on and oFF!&lt;br /&gt;IT seems it ll never  end .But  i ve realised to be happy u dont have to b at a particular place or position.Though being there is important .&lt;br /&gt;It is not the cause for happiness it wont be.&lt;br /&gt;SO right now if you can be happy then we can be happy and successful with whatever we do.&lt;br /&gt;But there is one moment where u cant be happy no matter how much u try that is when u r readin my writings!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-2567012215767088327?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/2567012215767088327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=2567012215767088327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/2567012215767088327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/2567012215767088327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-is-time-to-be-happy.html' title='NOW IS THE TIME TO BE HAPPY'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773709397631595812.post-6619728524596830734</id><published>2007-03-03T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T12:05:13.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUE WORTH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Winning a medal in a race doesnt make you great. What i need is respect, there is no use acheiving without being disciplined." &lt;/span&gt;These were the words of my teacher of my school. Since then i had set my mind, no matter how weird the topics taught were i had immense respect for my teachers and the subject. I was called the most obedient, sincere, good etc student of the class. I used to look down upon every other bully in the class. If somebody in the class doesnt do his homework i thought it was a great sin and he was to punished to death for it.The reason i did my work was not something which i enjoyed doing, but rather was because of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years passed on equations changed, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;"I dont care if you dont wish me, i dont care if you dont talk to me  properly, just perform or you ll perish" &lt;/span&gt;These were the words of my mentor of  a very good training school in Bangalore for a very tough entrance exam.I had two contradicting statements in my head. One had stayed with me for years.I was fine tuned to it.Then here is something which i want to acheive for which it is necessary to follow the other one perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met people who were extremely arrogant. Never cared of who they were talking to but did care about what they were talking on.I thought these guys would never acheive anything in life.Their arrogance would be there reason for failure. I thought no matter how much you know you must be a good person etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of time i realised i was wrong.All those who i thought were arrogant were acheiving and i was going no where.That was the time i realised no matter how you behave it is the merit that counts. There is no point in being an obedient loser rather be an arrogant acheiver!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773709397631595812-6619728524596830734?l=monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/feeds/6619728524596830734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6773709397631595812&amp;postID=6619728524596830734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/6619728524596830734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773709397631595812/posts/default/6619728524596830734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://monk-who-sold-his-brain.blogspot.com/2007/03/true-worth.html' title='TRUE WORTH'/><author><name>M.R.ANIRUDH</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12903910945272307293</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
