<?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-7311666487150909272</id><updated>2011-11-23T21:55:05.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what-should-i-say</title><subtitle type='html'>As I am a good listener and normally wont talk about me much I am writing this .........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-4746675728085370934</id><published>2010-03-28T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:07:00.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He thought better of it ;-)</title><summary type='text'>   	 	 	 	 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	   Knowing that it is suicidal he was walking in to that. Knowing this is going to  be the end of one waste but peaceful and serene life he was walking in to that. It was very easy. Just have to think that whatever may be the case the inevitable will happen. The anticipated said moment have been extended above any wild </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4746675728085370934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=4746675728085370934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/4746675728085370934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/4746675728085370934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-thought-better-of-it.html' title='He thought better of it ;-)'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-2481768161736504421</id><published>2009-10-05T06:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:08:53.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is mein kya rakha hai??</title><summary type='text'>Would you like to come for a last coffee together??!!Sometimes life will throw us in  awkward situations and forced us to act like a fairy.I did  my best.. I acted like everything is normal and I am one of the fool that always look in to life in such a way; 'wow what an enriching life'.I was trying to make a conversation with my friend, whose last day was that in the company. But I just prepared </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2481768161736504421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=2481768161736504421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/2481768161736504421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/2481768161736504421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-mein-kya-rakha-hai.html' title='Is mein kya rakha hai??'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-286718255301327724</id><published>2009-06-18T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:08:23.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaj Sunday hai??!!</title><summary type='text'>Obviously I am too confused with my life. It  shall not be said in present tense. Hum confused the, confused he or confused rahenge.. Koi haal mein tho rahna hai na tho meine socha isse acha haal naheen milega... Koi bhee galathi karo aur bol dena.. i was confused.. I didnt know what I was doing.. then sad smiley dikha dena....So I am facing it bit difficult to comprehend the strange things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/286718255301327724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=286718255301327724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/286718255301327724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/286718255301327724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2009/06/aaj-sunday-hai.html' title='Aaj Sunday hai??!!'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-9061724313410991634</id><published>2009-03-11T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:04:00.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and the miseries (mystery)</title><summary type='text'>Hey is it fair that humans are provided with too short a life span? The life span provided is not at all enoughto commit the mistake and correct it.Actually I was having deep thoughts regarding this issue. The initial 2 years from our birth we spent crying and sleeping. The the next two years learning to speak and walk and all those initial stuff. Then we were in a hurry to learn how to count, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/9061724313410991634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=9061724313410991634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/9061724313410991634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/9061724313410991634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-life-can-be.html' title='Life and the miseries (mystery)'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-2075096301424800869</id><published>2009-02-23T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T08:23:07.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moronic Conversation</title><summary type='text'>Is it just my imagination or am I actually hearing this conversation. It goes like this; the participants we can call A and B. (A - my sister, B - me)A: - Do you have any idea what the hell you are doing?B:- If I had any, then I would not be alive today.. he..heA:- Stop bluffing and be seriousB:- (making his face in a very serious mode ) OK, tell me what is it that I have done this time.A:- I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2075096301424800869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=2075096301424800869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/2075096301424800869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/2075096301424800869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/moronic-conversation.html' title='Moronic Conversation'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-5164924526621410911</id><published>2009-02-15T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:09:09.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What we think, we become</title><summary type='text'>What we think, we become...is it true..Merely thinking and dreaming has never proved worth if we consider situations.. aint it?Actually this was the 10th or 11th time I am getting the same mail. As the title was different, I opened it. Alas, not the same one again.. Yes, it was that mail again,  that creepy mail about the phone will ring once you forward it. As I am not that confidant enough in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5164924526621410911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=5164924526621410911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5164924526621410911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5164924526621410911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-we-think-we-become.html' title='What we think, we become'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-5104816647024556097</id><published>2009-02-13T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:15:45.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is gifted - but some people never care to open their package!!</title><summary type='text'>Of course, at some point in our life time we get something or somebody that make our life worth living. And it is such a blessing it will not last longer.  But the problem is that, some people never care to comprehend their gift once it is with them. They understand the value only when they know that if it no longer theirs. The realization will only come when the fact dawns that everything has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5104816647024556097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=5104816647024556097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5104816647024556097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5104816647024556097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/everyone-is-gifted-but-some-people.html' title='Everyone is gifted - but some people never care to open their package!!'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-5059766554329834556</id><published>2009-02-12T04:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T04:49:11.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life</title><summary type='text'>Some body has said it right...The ability of being ourselves is the most important thing in ones life. What is the point living life by entirely losing your self and individuality just for the sake of it?If I can help it I will better die than surrender my ability to being myself.Very recently the realization dawned on me, you can make others happy by doing some compromises as far as it does not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5059766554329834556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=5059766554329834556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5059766554329834556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5059766554329834556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-time-is-limited-so-dont-waste-it.html' title='Your time is limited, so don&apos;t waste it living someone else&apos;s life'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-7020758943196180251</id><published>2008-12-24T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:45:37.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demon in fortune</title><summary type='text'>"if anything can go wrong, it will.                                                              --Murphy's LawIt is also defined in this way: "If there's more than one possible outcome of a job or task, and one of those outcomes will result in disaster or an undesirable consequence, then somebody will do it that way"; "Anything that can go wrong, will," the similar "Whatever can go wrong, will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7020758943196180251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=7020758943196180251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/7020758943196180251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/7020758943196180251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/12/demon-in-fortune.html' title='Demon in fortune'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-5680762364530925718</id><published>2008-11-17T23:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:58:45.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day the earth stood still !!!</title><summary type='text'>Life. How precious a gift life is only appreciated when we feel that it is going to end. Of course I am not talking about death, as it wont come after taking the appointment. But there is another think that comes after appointment. What that can be... it is called marriage. People like Yash Chopra and Sooraj Bharjathya may say that marriage is the most beautiful institution in the world.To some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5680762364530925718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=5680762364530925718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5680762364530925718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5680762364530925718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-earth-stood-still.html' title='The day the earth stood still !!!'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-2106688668823950021</id><published>2008-06-23T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T03:42:12.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><summary type='text'>About me - One of the most common queries you come across and most difficult one to answer. Is it that easy to blabber about ourselves to others, even though we will manage it with little bit truth and a lot of fittings. Some one will explain them with famous quotes or sayings. Others will use shayaris and some others go with their common details.And until sometime back, I had an opinion that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2106688668823950021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=2106688668823950021' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/2106688668823950021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/2106688668823950021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/06/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-4668254432658938868</id><published>2008-05-21T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T01:43:38.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peculiar Kinds</title><summary type='text'>I don’t know why, but aaj kal I am meeting many peculiar kinds (characters).  Of course meeting won’t be an appropriate word as I know them for sometime, but they behave very peculiarly.First I thought that it is my problem, may be I am making up things.  But no it is actually happening.It was one fine Sunday or at least I thought that it will be a good day. But I was pathetically wrong as it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4668254432658938868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=4668254432658938868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/4668254432658938868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/4668254432658938868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/05/peculiar-kinds.html' title='Peculiar Kinds'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-9146726953772018876</id><published>2008-04-29T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T23:21:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to make Good use of a Holiday</title><summary type='text'>It is actually really difficult to squeeze something out of a non functioning brain. That is what I am going to do now.  What am I going to write, I don’t have any sort of Idea. Anyways let’s start.One Sunday I went for shopping with my friend in Cochin.  Of course our intention was not shopping but simply to kill time and have some fun.  As it was a Sunday we thought that there won’t be many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/9146726953772018876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=9146726953772018876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/9146726953772018876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/9146726953772018876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-to-make-good-use-of-holiday.html' title='How to make Good use of a Holiday'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-8407656226087386206</id><published>2008-04-12T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T04:24:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview</title><summary type='text'>Facing interviews and handling interviews are one of the most enlightening things.  The interviewer is thinking that ‘oh somebody is there for me to have some drama, the interviewee is thinking that ‘some moron is sitting there, god gave me patience to tolerate torments, please don’t let me to slap him at the end of the drama’. The drama begins, the tormentor is sitting very relaxed, with hands </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8407656226087386206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=8407656226087386206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/8407656226087386206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/8407656226087386206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/04/interview.html' title='Interview'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-3233487236016210899</id><published>2008-04-03T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T04:14:27.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roadies</title><summary type='text'>Roadies - rather than roadies they are eligible to be called backbiters. Everybody might be admitting to the fact that majority of them were only interested in bitching, double crossing and backbiting instead of doing there tasks. They were not at all eligible to be called roadies till the last task. Now, at least for one week we can say that majority of them, 4, has proved their ability at least</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3233487236016210899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=3233487236016210899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/3233487236016210899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/3233487236016210899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/04/roadies.html' title='Roadies'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-186702523888260214</id><published>2008-03-31T03:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T04:03:42.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The biggest torture in organizations</title><summary type='text'>What can be the most haunting thing you face when you work in an organization; of course it will be the stage where you feel that there is no use of you being there, there is nothing for your to do, you are not a part of the organization. This will hinder you, make you frustrated and will pull all energy out of you. There is no point in saying that your organization is paying you fat. A fat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/186702523888260214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=186702523888260214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/186702523888260214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/186702523888260214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/03/biggest-torture-in-organizations.html' title='The biggest torture in organizations'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-8356280560938149706</id><published>2008-03-10T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T03:16:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why People write Blogs</title><summary type='text'>This is a genuine question in this era of Blogs. Why people actually write blogs????There can be so many reasons and may be a combination of reasons like;Some people may write blogs in order to become famous. If they have that taste and capability to write and explore the immense area in writing they can succeed, like Aditya... everybody with good sense of humour will definitely like to read his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8356280560938149706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=8356280560938149706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/8356280560938149706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/8356280560938149706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-people-write-blogs.html' title='Why People write Blogs'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-8349970038799914864</id><published>2008-03-07T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T03:17:15.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><summary type='text'>School days were the most wornderful, care free time in life .. the time where we normally wont bother about anything (at least I was like that). Till my 7th standard I didnt bothered about my academics, my results, managed to get pass marks and sometimes full marks becs the syllabus was very simple. I had the initial studies in the school where my amma was a teacher. And she believes that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8349970038799914864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=8349970038799914864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/8349970038799914864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/8349970038799914864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/03/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-1722328655392794985</id><published>2008-02-29T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T04:10:58.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome letter</title><summary type='text'>This is actually a welcome letter to a new employee most of the companies would like to give, but they cant due to the non disclosure agreement;Dear ----,Let me take this opportunity to congragulate you for the courage and challenge you have taken to join this company. As nobody in their right mind will take this decision I am really convinced about your capability and state of mind. Even though </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1722328655392794985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=1722328655392794985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/1722328655392794985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/1722328655392794985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/02/welcome-letter.html' title='Welcome letter'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-6261295581016213320</id><published>2008-02-18T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T02:24:29.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you need to take care while you deal with (some) people..</title><summary type='text'>Some people (mainly girls) are really good in selective hearing or selective remembering. When we converse they take much care to pick up those bits that will give them chance to harass us in future. Even if they forget the good things we have said they never ever forget the worse part. And no matter whatever will happen they will use that against you when you have a difference of opinion. You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6261295581016213320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=6261295581016213320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/6261295581016213320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/6261295581016213320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/02/things-you-need-to-take-care-while-you.html' title='Things you need to take care while you deal with (some) people..'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-180376454554234789</id><published>2008-02-14T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T03:38:23.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Rules!</title><summary type='text'>Rule 1. - The Boss is always right.Rule 2. - If the Boss is wrong, see rule 1.Those who work get more work. Others get pay, perks, and promotions.Ph.D. stands for “Pull Him Down”. The more intelligenta person, the more hardworking a person, the morecommitted a person; the more number of persons areengaged in pulling that person down. When the Bosses talk about improving productivity, they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/180376454554234789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=180376454554234789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/180376454554234789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/180376454554234789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/02/golden-rules.html' title='Golden Rules!'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-7808019266304074508</id><published>2008-02-05T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:03:29.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Networking</title><summary type='text'>Every body is talking about social networking and all those stuffs.... ( all those, etc, so and so, and all are my favorite words becs effort is low).. and the number of sites are increasing like the population in India. and the most famous one is ORKUT and everybody know about the background story also. Initially it was very good when the traffic was low. Feels very good when you come acroos </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7808019266304074508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=7808019266304074508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/7808019266304074508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/7808019266304074508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/02/social-networking.html' title='Social Networking'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-5627340224918538702</id><published>2008-01-24T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T00:26:26.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very cute matrimonial add -  its so good!</title><summary type='text'>Now that I have seen almost 25 years of my life and most of it without anyone who I could in the true sense call as a friend…..I have been thinking now for a while as to how my spouse oughta be…………# # # # I am not looking for only a beautiful, slim and an intelligent girl…….They are all clichés. The ones that matter are: The first prerequisite I expect of my wife --- no it isn't the ability to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5627340224918538702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=5627340224918538702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5627340224918538702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5627340224918538702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-cute-matrimonial-add-its-so-nice.html' title='A very cute matrimonial add -  its so good!'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-6273277646551574052</id><published>2008-01-23T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:02:07.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication with closed minded 'people'</title><summary type='text'>There are so many kind and type of people you communicate daily. From that the most interesting and good people are closed minded people , because they are specialising in one sided conversations. They will ask the questions and they will answer it also without giving any gap for others to utter even a single word other than ahema nd errr.... .. In fact they dont have to specialise it becs they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6273277646551574052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=6273277646551574052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/6273277646551574052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/6273277646551574052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/01/communication-with-closed-minded-people.html' title='Communication with closed minded &apos;people&apos;'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-5064842780483035010</id><published>2008-01-17T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T01:38:48.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATM Part Two</title><summary type='text'>So it has been around 60 days since the ATM episode!!!!!!!!! The next day itself I went to the concerned bank and registered a complaint... and they gave me a complaint no and told me that I will be getting a feedback within 7 working days. After 7 working days i got another message specifying that it will take around 45 business days for this complaint to be solved. What shall I say, I was not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/5064842780483035010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=5064842780483035010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5064842780483035010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/5064842780483035010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/01/atm-part-two.html' title='ATM Part Two'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-2615859362304255331</id><published>2008-01-17T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T03:56:28.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATM</title><summary type='text'>You know how to withdraw money from ATM. Well what a stupid qstn? Obviously everybody knows how to take cash from ATM and all.Here is very funny incident where I went to withdraw money from SIB outlet. They provide the service of withdrawing money usng any VISA or Mastercard without showing any discrimination which bank holds ur account. They will charge a nominal amount. And you will fall in to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2615859362304255331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=2615859362304255331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/2615859362304255331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/2615859362304255331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/01/atm.html' title='ATM'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-6382307443883642701</id><published>2008-01-10T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:05:22.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Rowling missed those precious years....</title><summary type='text'>It was really bad that we didnt have a glimpse about those precious years after Harry had conquered Voldy. She hasnt even mentioned whether Harry has got his dream job. And how will George will cope up without Fred?!!!!!!!!!!! But who can Blame Rowling. I hope that she might be having her own plans either to go for another issue or something lke that...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6382307443883642701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=6382307443883642701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/6382307443883642701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/6382307443883642701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-rowling-missed-those-precious-years.html' title='Why Rowling missed those precious years....'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-3032415021527016630</id><published>2008-01-10T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:27:52.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rationalization</title><summary type='text'>How important is rationalization now a days. Now a days in the sense when you are forced to give all types of weird reasons and explanations for your helplessness or lack of responsibility. What you want to do is prove to others that whatever you are thinking and doing is right and it is the only right thing eventhough it is utter blunder. There are so many advantages; you can convince yourself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/3032415021527016630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=3032415021527016630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/3032415021527016630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/3032415021527016630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/01/rationalization.html' title='Rationalization'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-1683678782194695305</id><published>2008-01-09T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:00:34.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matrimony</title><summary type='text'>Its really weird. Even in my wildest dreams I have never imagined that I will register my name in a matrimonial site. But I have done that. Even it sounds strange. Aint it? And I got many replies also.  So now I know that even though people will say all sorts of bad words about marriage still there is endless number of people who spends a lot of time in matrimonial sites in search of their soul </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/1683678782194695305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=1683678782194695305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/1683678782194695305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/1683678782194695305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2008/01/matrimony.html' title='Matrimony'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-6883874893642159495</id><published>2007-12-17T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:17:59.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Two</title><summary type='text'>Recently I was trying to demonstrate how bad a person can present something.. Let me be more explanatory. Somebody has given me  some assignment to prepare and present some training session for employees.As I am an HR Person for namesake and by mistake I have created an impression that I am good in presentation I couldnt find any good reason to skip from the to be tragedy.After having a 3 demo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/6883874893642159495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=6883874893642159495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/6883874893642159495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/6883874893642159495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2007/12/part-two.html' title='Part Two'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-2812020807026768527</id><published>2007-12-12T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:15:13.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A doubt</title><summary type='text'>Recently I have got a doubt regarding WHY PEOPLE NEED TO CARRY THEIR LAPTOP WHEN THEY ARE GOING FOR MORNING WALK? I hope that its a genuine query?Normally people go for morning walk either for exercise or to refresh them selves for the start of a new wonderful day. So where come the role of a laptop. My tiny mind is not in a position to digest this idea. Actually this thought occured when two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/2812020807026768527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=2812020807026768527' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/2812020807026768527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/2812020807026768527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2007/12/doubt.html' title='A doubt'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-8660311819535864626</id><published>2007-12-10T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:07:13.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blabbering... blabbering and blabbering.!</title><summary type='text'>Dont you feel soemtimes that your life is going to end by listening to endless blabberings. Now a days I am in turmoil by listening to these endless and stupid blabberings. How can poeple become these much selfish and mediocre.Once you did soemthing wrong as it is becoming your habit to commit mistakes... these types will start on to you. Like do this and dont do that. You might be hoping that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/8660311819535864626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=8660311819535864626' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/8660311819535864626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/8660311819535864626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-good-is-to-listen-to-endless.html' title='Blabbering... blabbering and blabbering.!'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-9085761128045707355</id><published>2007-12-07T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:07:29.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possitive</title><summary type='text'>Oh my god. what am I going to do with all these mails that got the ppts and blabberings about possitive thinking and optimism.... Who the hell is creating all these stuff.... Being possitive is good .. optimism is also good but. there should be some limit to everything.. now A days the problem is that every tom ,dick and harry is advicing you to be possitive and optimistic... I suffered this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/9085761128045707355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=9085761128045707355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/9085761128045707355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/9085761128045707355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2007/12/possitive.html' title='Possitive'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-4957579660945314396</id><published>2007-11-30T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T02:56:24.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanking You</title><summary type='text'>I am thanking you for all the time you stood by me....For all the time you gave me your hand when i lost the way...For all the time when I was wrong you show me this is not the way to do...For all the time you help me up, when i fell down..For all the time you care for me when i was sick....For all the prayers ... for all the blessings you seek for me....You always sacrificed your happiness and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4957579660945314396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=4957579660945314396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/4957579660945314396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/4957579660945314396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanking-you.html' title='Thanking You'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-7945514876766659270</id><published>2007-11-27T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T02:42:19.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unknown</title><summary type='text'>Do me have any idea ,what the hell I am playing at with. I am losing my temper every other second. Is there any specific reason or what? or is it just for a fun..or to let others know that I can also be rude... then please dont do it...Telling frankly, I havent done anyting so significantly for the last one month. I am becoming rude day by day, getting angry to all people I am talking if they say</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/7945514876766659270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=7945514876766659270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/7945514876766659270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/7945514876766659270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2007/11/do-me-have-any-idea-what-hell-i-am.html' title='Unknown'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-198720422283912670</id><published>2007-11-24T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T22:42:49.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage - a beautiful institution?</title><summary type='text'>Marriage, one of the ancient,most discussed, most important for the existance of a cultured and well nurtured society. How many life has been abolished and ruined in the narrow walls of this structured system.Why all the well known love stories never end in marriage even if it ends in the death of the lovers? Who knows the answer? It may be because of this that, love is only complete in its own..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/198720422283912670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=198720422283912670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/198720422283912670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/198720422283912670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2007/11/marriage-beautiful-institution.html' title='Marriage - a beautiful institution?'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-9166583359437374855</id><published>2007-11-22T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T22:15:42.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVEMBER</title><summary type='text'>My Sorrow, when she's here with me,Thinks these dark days of autumn rainAre beautiful as days can be;She loves the bare, the withered tree;She walks the sodden pasture lane...Her pleasure will not let me stay.She talks and I am fain to list:She's glad the birds are gone away,She's glad her simple worsted gradyIs silver now with clinging mist.The desolate, deserted trees,The faded earth, the heavy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/9166583359437374855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=9166583359437374855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/9166583359437374855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/9166583359437374855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2007/11/november.html' title='NOVEMBER'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7311666487150909272.post-4469928498755214804</id><published>2007-11-20T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T19:52:02.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of come off it</title><summary type='text'>If I know how to write fair enough,then I might have tried my hand in some .. some.... oh where I dont know. So if somebody by chance happen to read any post in this , hope you dont mind... if you care also then I dont mind.....So I am also starting to write something .......If I say about me . procrastination is one of my favourite thing.... I used to procrastinate all the tough jobs.. whether </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/feeds/4469928498755214804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7311666487150909272&amp;postID=4469928498755214804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/4469928498755214804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7311666487150909272/posts/default/4469928498755214804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://what-should-i-say.blogspot.com/2007/11/of-come-off-it.html' title='Of come off it'/><author><name>Sach</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09027809479627329651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9tfGQfKWpk/SZfiTCaI53I/AAAAAAAAAAM/nT0elEXmjL8/S220/Tweety_picture_cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
