<?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-22949952</id><updated>2012-02-08T16:15:44.615-08:00</updated><category term='Vegetative'/><category term='Chasing Cars'/><category term='Townie'/><category term='Terrorism'/><category term='Chaos Theory'/><category term='Cho Seung-hui'/><category term='Schrödinger'/><category term='Wave function collapse'/><category term='Higgs mechanism'/><category term='Mumbai Blasts'/><category term='Butterfly Effect'/><category term='Coma'/><category term='The god particle'/><category term='Vegetable state'/><category term='the large hadron collider'/><category term='Mumbai'/><category term='Gary Lightbody'/><category term='quantum mechanics'/><category term='Memento'/><category term='CERN'/><category term='Breaking Benjamin'/><category term='Trapped'/><category term='Rage'/><category term='The Jaunt'/><category term='7/11'/><category term='Magic'/><category term='Film-Noir'/><category term='Bombay'/><category term='Schrödinger Equation'/><category term='Higgs Boson'/><category term='The LHC'/><category term='The Prestige'/><category term='Virginia Tech'/><category term='LHC'/><category term='Guy Pearce'/><category term='Trust Company'/><category term='Stronger'/><category term='Stephen King'/><category term='the standard model'/><category term='higgs field'/><category term='The Diary of Jane'/><category term='Mind'/><category term='SUSY'/><category term='Large Hadron Collider'/><category term='Schrödinger&apos;s Cat'/><category term='Strange Attractors'/><category term='Thought Experiment'/><category term='Heisenberg'/><category term='Carrie-ann Moss'/><category term='super symmetry'/><category term='Christopher Nolan'/><category term='Snow Patrol'/><title type='text'>ExistentiaL</title><subtitle type='html'>If the question of what it all means doesn't mean anything, why do I keep coming back to it?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-3840376474409927416</id><published>2008-09-14T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T06:45:43.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the standard model'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The god particle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LHC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super symmetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The LHC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the large hadron collider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Higgs mechanism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SUSY'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='higgs field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Large Hadron Collider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Higgs Boson'/><title type='text'>The search for Higgs and SUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/SM4J1B-ZPwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nsIaKs85_g8/s1600-h/lhc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/SM4J1B-ZPwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nsIaKs85_g8/s400/lhc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246141422601060098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 10th 2008, the Large Hadron Collider finally went live, and the first beams were put through their paces, circling the entire 27 kilometer ring at 99.99981% the speed of light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new dawn of scientific discovery has finally begun. On the top of the to-do list for CERN is now the search for the Higgs boson and find the source of all the dark matter (and dark energy) that occupies 75% of our universe by mass.&lt;br /&gt;One of the main suspects for dark matter is super-symmetry, or 'SUSY' as its fondly know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super symmetry predicts that for every know particle in the universe, there exists a heavier super partner, know as a 'sparticle'. Since sparticles are heavier partners, and as of now have remained undetected, they are the prime suspects for super-symmetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If either the higgs particle or super-symmetry are found (or in either case, the particle responsible for mass and the source of all this dark matter) then it would be an incredible boost to the entire scientific community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would confirm the standard model's prediction of the higgs mechanism and provide, finally, a working model and a 'theory of everything' at least from a particle physics standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a year, what has been a long sought part of the mystery will finally come together, but by no means will it be the final page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the evolutionary biologist J.B.S Haldane once said, &lt;br /&gt;"I have no doubt that in reality the future will be vastly more surprising than anything I can imagine. Now my own suspicion is that the Universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;than we can suppose&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-3840376474409927416?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3840376474409927416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=3840376474409927416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/3840376474409927416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/3840376474409927416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2008/09/search-for-higgs-and-susy.html' title='The search for Higgs and SUSY'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/SM4J1B-ZPwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/nsIaKs85_g8/s72-c/lhc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-4655917779538115363</id><published>2008-06-07T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T10:07:18.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CERN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LHC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Large Hadron Collider'/><title type='text'>The Six-Billion Dollar Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://isjtar.org/img/lhc_particlemovement.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://isjtar.org/img/lhc_particlemovement.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science is on the verge of a breakthrough. CERN's Large Hadron Collider is set to go live in a few months. Will they find the elusive Higgs Boson? Super symmetry? I think they will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the so called 'God' particle will raise more questions than it can answer. But this will be a vital step towards unification. The final piece to the puzzle? maybe not, but at least a piece that completes a large part of the picture. Maybe the graviton and quantum gravity will finally have a place with the other three forces finally. A theory of everything that has been sought for so long might finally live up to its name. Amen LHC. *fingers crossed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-4655917779538115363?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/4655917779538115363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=4655917779538115363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/4655917779538115363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/4655917779538115363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2008/06/six-billion-dollar-question.html' title='The Six-Billion Dollar Question'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-8089149559759777567</id><published>2007-09-03T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T08:12:08.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Magic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher Nolan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Prestige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film-Noir'/><title type='text'>Now you see it... Now you don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RtxFYXcT2sI/AAAAAAAAADA/oqaGkI1mKGs/s1600-h/ThePrestige[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106032362443233986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RtxFYXcT2sI/AAAAAAAAADA/oqaGkI1mKGs/s400/ThePrestige%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you watching closely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopherl nolan's mind-boggling methods of storytelling&lt;br /&gt;(read: art) become apparent when he applies the central&lt;br /&gt;theme of the story to the style in which it is told. The&lt;br /&gt;only two nolan films that i have seen (memento and the&lt;br /&gt;prestige) have experimented in directorial styles that&lt;br /&gt;trancend conventional movie making methods, and add to the&lt;br /&gt;story in ingenious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prestige, presents a story that is simply about two&lt;br /&gt;magicians and the rivalry between them, but is told non-&lt;br /&gt;linearly, and in the format of a three part magic trick.&lt;br /&gt;The entire movie is presented as a magic trick is.. a lot&lt;br /&gt;of showmanship, a lot of distraction...and then the ending&lt;br /&gt;leaves you stunned, and wondering how exactly the trick&lt;br /&gt;was done. The movie left me feeling cheated, and the&lt;br /&gt;ending was something that didn't make sense, and i felt like&lt;br /&gt;there was something i was missing, cuz what was shown was&lt;br /&gt;surely one big trick, and the way the entire thing was&lt;br /&gt;done had to be simple, logical and possible. Thats when it&lt;br /&gt;hit me... Nolan was making the audience feel like they had&lt;br /&gt;witnessed a really good magic trick, where you dont really&lt;br /&gt;accept it because you know there is no such thing as&lt;br /&gt;magic, and yet you dont have a logical explanation for&lt;br /&gt;what you've just witnessed. Really good magicians awe&lt;br /&gt;audiences when they witnesses something they believe to be&lt;br /&gt;impossible... Exactly what the film did for me. The movies&lt;br /&gt;punchline "are you watching closely?" really hints at a&lt;br /&gt;much deeper layer as is the case with all of nolan's&lt;br /&gt;films. Any film that leaves me thinking for days after i'd&lt;br /&gt;seen it and makes me think about the various possible&lt;br /&gt;solutions to the ending i've witnessed, each one as&lt;br /&gt;incredible as the next has to be classified as a brilliant&lt;br /&gt;movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that both these films (memento and the prestige)&lt;br /&gt;have so much beyond the obvious ensures that a second&lt;br /&gt;viewing puts an entirely different perspective on the&lt;br /&gt;entire film. This is one that might leave you a bit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dissapointed at first, but then again, you can't always believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-8089149559759777567?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8089149559759777567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=8089149559759777567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/8089149559759777567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/8089149559759777567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/09/now-you-see-it-now-you-dont.html' title='Now you see it... Now you don&apos;t'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RtxFYXcT2sI/AAAAAAAAADA/oqaGkI1mKGs/s72-c/ThePrestige%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-5520047904149066008</id><published>2007-09-03T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T08:52:43.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christopher Nolan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrie-ann Moss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Film-Noir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guy Pearce'/><title type='text'>M E M E N T O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RtxCGncT2rI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eNRkhFTDj44/s1600-h/memento.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106028758965672626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RtxCGncT2rI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eNRkhFTDj44/s400/memento.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen memento yet, stop reading this article right now, and go see it.What are you doing online when you could be seeing uber cool movies anyway?Memento is a story about a person (Leonard, played by Guy Pearce) with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anterograde_amnesia"&gt;anterograde amnesia&lt;/a&gt;. He remembers stuff, he just cant make new memories after the point of time in his life where he was hit on the head by the man who murdered his wife. So the last memory, fresh in his mind, every morning when he wakes up is the sight of his wife dying. Waking up with that thought leaves him with a vengance and a hunger to find his wife's killer that he cant erase ("how can i heal if i cant feel time?"). So in spite of his disablility, he decides to hunt down the killer, with the aid of the facts of his case tatooed all over his body, and pictures of people and places so he doesnt forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brilliant part about memento is the fact that the story is told backwards... The first scene is the one where he kills the man he was looking for (a man named John G.) and then proceeds to show how he tracked him down (which is the only scene that is actually in reverse, as in a photograph of a dead man undevelops, Leonard takes the picture, the bullet flies out of the dead man's head and back into the gun, and he springs back to life briefly before the first black and white sequence kicks in). In effect, that leaves the viewer with the same span of memory as Leonard, as every time he wakes up, we dont know what has happened before that day/moment, and have as much prior knowledge to the situation as Leonard does, which sometimes leads to funny twists and turns which do well to take us away from the films darker motifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each segment that is in color is actually in reverse chronological order, interspersed with a black and white sequence that is chronological and presents the beginning of the film. The films color sequences eventually work their way backwards and at the end of the film meet the final black and white sequence that blends beautifully into color as a polaroid photograph taken by Leonard develops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memento has probably the best style and treatment a film has recieved to put the audience in the shoes of someone with anterograde amnesia, by being as nonplussed throught the entire movie, until the end when all the pieces come together. And when the pieces do start to fit, they unearth a puzzle much deeper and unsettling than is first apparent. Nolan uses a layer of deeper meaning in the form of clues for the audience to see (but mostly tend to miss) in the form of certain dialogues that dont seem to fit "my wife called me lenny.. i hated it" and in micro second flashes of certain things that dont seem to fit in with the rest of the scene. There are so many subtle touches that this film is so full of, that this is one movie that will really be... hard to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-5520047904149066008?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/5520047904149066008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=5520047904149066008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/5520047904149066008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/5520047904149066008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/09/m-e-m-e-n-t-o.html' title='M E M E N T O'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RtxCGncT2rI/AAAAAAAAAC4/eNRkhFTDj44/s72-c/memento.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-8523161258344632224</id><published>2007-08-31T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:49:43.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schrödinger Equation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quantum mechanics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wave function collapse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schrödinger&apos;s Cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schrödinger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heisenberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Experiment'/><title type='text'>Wanted: Schrödinger's cat... Dead or Alive</title><content type='html'>Schrödinger was onto something when he thought up the famous thought experiment. It was almost as if the solution to his problem wasn't in experimental physics but jumped out of that frame of reference entirely and ventured into philosophy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105121107821976194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RtkImXcT2oI/AAAAAAAAACg/vTbghd84M6c/s400/300px-Schr%25C3%25B6dinger_cat%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did curiosity kill &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schrodinger"&gt;the cat&lt;/a&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;of course here, i mean Schrödinger's curiosity when he opened the box to check on his kitty the first place. Could the simple act of opening the box interfere with the experiment and actually send whiskers to the giant kitty litter in the sky? Quantum mechanics says your actions are a lot louder (and in this case, deadlier) than you think they are. So the next time you get curious and want to open a box with a cat, a geiger counter and a little vial of hydrocyanic acid (jeez...where did Schrödinger come up with this?) , think about it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essentially, the very act of investigating the state of the system actually contributes to the state you view as the result finally. Its like saying the cat was either dead or alive before, (or both,&lt;br /&gt;but we'll get to that in a bit) but you don't know until you open the box ,the act of which MIGHT kill the cat. So there you are, interfering in the one thing you're trying to observe, the state&lt;br /&gt;of the system before you interfered, And you cant tell that until you open the box! Turns out, what is initially an undeterministic system (the dead or alive cat prior to opening the box) is turned into a deterministic one in the act of opening the box, thereby provided a stable, observable outcome. what actually takes place is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wave_function_collapse"&gt;collapse&lt;/a&gt; of the Schrödinger &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/SchrÃ¶dinger_equation"&gt;wave equation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somehow nobody thought of asking the kitty what happened while he was there all alone inside that dark box. Well, actually wigner did, and he even decided to allow his friend to open the box to evade all feelings of guilt. what wigner did differently was declare his cat "conscious" as an entity capable of observing the state of the system (which meant the cat knew when it was alive), and his friend (jeez imagine being remembered as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wigner"&gt;wigner's friend&lt;/a&gt; all your life) was also another conscious being capable of observing the outcome of the experiment(unless he was intoxicated, but for the sake of thought experiments lets keep out &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copenhagen_interpretation"&gt;the drunk guys&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by declaring a set of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consciousness_causes_collapse"&gt;conscious observers&lt;/a&gt;, wigner asks the inevitable question "who killed the cat?" did it die when the box was opened by my friend? was it dead before? strangely enough, these exact same questions underly the principle of quantum mechanics and philosophy at the same time. Doesn't something exist only once it is Observed by another? otherwise what is an&lt;br /&gt;existence? And whats to say the observer's interpretation of what he see's affects what is the reality of the unobserved object? to say for sure, the cat was dead before the box was opened is like trying to say you know the state of an object, even though no information has been received by you to conclude the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randall Munroe of &lt;a href="http://xkcd.com/"&gt;Xkcd&lt;/a&gt; adds a nice dimension to the problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RtkRKHcT2qI/AAAAAAAAACw/A7aaMQZ21OQ/s1600-h/schrodinger[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105130518095321762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="124" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RtkRKHcT2qI/AAAAAAAAACw/A7aaMQZ21OQ/s400/schrodinger%5B1%5D.jpg" width="398" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information is the key that binds it all together. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heisenberg"&gt;Heisenberg&lt;/a&gt; was the first guy to say "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncertainty_principle#Uncertainty_principle_versus_observer_effect"&gt;i think maybe there's an electron there...&lt;/a&gt;" and when he was sure that he was uncertain, and even proved that he wasn't really looking at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/EPR_paradox"&gt;the electron he wanted to observe&lt;/a&gt; he still couldn't tell you &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spooky_action_at_a_distance"&gt;more than one aspect&lt;/a&gt; of its state accurately. for being so insightful, and telling the scientific world that he dint have a darn clue, he was of course, awarded the Nobel prize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: No imaginary Cats were hurt in the making of this experiment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-8523161258344632224?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8523161258344632224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=8523161258344632224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/8523161258344632224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/8523161258344632224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/08/wanted-schrdingers-cat-dead-or-alive.html' title='Wanted: Schrödinger&apos;s cat... Dead or Alive'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RtkImXcT2oI/AAAAAAAAACg/vTbghd84M6c/s72-c/300px-Schr%25C3%25B6dinger_cat%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-8429004131195787075</id><published>2007-04-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T22:21:57.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the frying pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057972556602183282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RjGHPe_yjnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uTbF6nG3Bp4/s400/LST2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And into the fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057972947444207234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RjGHmO_yjoI/AAAAAAAAACA/G1yQcWIZaNY/s400/LST.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-8429004131195787075?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/8429004131195787075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=8429004131195787075' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/8429004131195787075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/8429004131195787075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/04/out-of-frying-pan.html' title='Out of the frying pan'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RjGHPe_yjnI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uTbF6nG3Bp4/s72-c/LST2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-3173610075156823550</id><published>2007-04-19T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T09:32:24.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trapped'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegetative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Jaunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegetable state'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen King'/><title type='text'>Mind Trap</title><content type='html'>A while back, Time Magazine published an article on a new revelation in brain mapping. Their test subject was a woman who was in a "vegatative" state. it was initially thought that her &lt;em&gt;concious&lt;/em&gt; mind was inactive, and that she was in a permanent &lt;em&gt;subconcious&lt;/em&gt; state. They conducted an experiment with electrodes connected to monitor neural flux to map the brain...the results were terrifying. It turns out, when she was told to imagine playing tennis, parts of her brain related to motion were active, and certain other memories made the brain respond differently. This woman was &lt;em&gt;Concious&lt;/em&gt;. But she was a vegetable. She was living in a Mind-Trap. The worst imaginable condition. Imagine being alive, but being trapped in the depths of your own mind. You can hear people, you can think. But you cannot move or respond in any way. Like a Prison for the concious mind. A science fiction story "The Jaunt" by stephen king explores the possibility of the concious mind being trapped for an eternity without the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dwalin.ru/books/King,%20Stephen/The%20Jaunt.doc"&gt;http://dwalin.ru/books/King,%20Stephen/The%20Jaunt.doc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would the mind be able to live alone, without any sensonary &lt;em&gt;output&lt;/em&gt;, while being able to have all kinds of sensonary input? An absolutely terrify though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-3173610075156823550?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3173610075156823550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=3173610075156823550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/3173610075156823550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/3173610075156823550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/04/mind-trap.html' title='Mind Trap'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-1737230876820689509</id><published>2007-04-18T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:05:27.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cho Seung-hui'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stephen King'/><title type='text'>Rage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RicIeHmFzoI/AAAAAAAAABw/_swPPiHwS3A/s1600-h/Cho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055018420274581122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RicIeHmFzoI/AAAAAAAAABw/_swPPiHwS3A/s320/Cho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blacksburg, va, April 16, 2007, 7.15 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cho Seung-hui,23, walks out of West Ambler Johnston Hall after killing two students Emily J Hilscher and Ryan C. "Stack" Clark. A few minutes later, 911 recieves a call about the shooting. Cho walks back to his room, and re-arms his Glock-19. He doesnt stop there. He then proceeds to &lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/v/us/v.htm?g=925BC281-CE20-439E-9682-8CC58066B2BF&amp;t=c3557&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;f=06/64&amp;p=hotvideo_m_vatech&amp;amp;fg=&amp;GT1=9246"&gt;Mail his manifesto to NBC&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 9.15 that morning, he proceeds to Norris Hall and kills 30 more people, slowly, methodically, with two handguns in a classroom building, 2 hours after the first 911 call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;“You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today,But you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off.” Says Cho “I didn’t have to do this. I could have left. I could have fled. But no, I will no longer run. It’s not for me. For my children, for my brothers and sisters that you f---, I did it for them... When the time came, I did it. I had to”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he even refers to gunmen in previous school shootings (Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the teenagers who killed 12 students and a teacher at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colo., eight years ago) as "martyrs"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cho himself believes this to be a act of greatness and compares himself to jesus saying "Thanks to you, I die like Jesus Christ, to inspire generations of the weak and the defenseless people." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stephen King's novel titled "Rage" about a school shootout had been found in the locker room of a former shooter. In another incident, a school shooter actually quoted lines from the book in reference to the book's shooter, charlie saying "this sure beats algebra, doesn't it?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Rage" was taken out of print after these incidents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cho's life as a student at Virginia Tech is a real eye-opener. He was a Taciturn kid who was visibly disturbed. The plays he wrote as a student were disturbing to say the least: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://newsbloggers.aol.com/2007/04/17/cho-seung-huis-plays/"&gt;http://newsbloggers.aol.com/2007/04/17/cho-seung-huis-plays/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mind of a psychopath. Makes Kevin Spacey in "se7en" look like he was a nice guy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-1737230876820689509?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1737230876820689509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=1737230876820689509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/1737230876820689509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/1737230876820689509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/04/rage.html' title='Rage'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RicIeHmFzoI/AAAAAAAAABw/_swPPiHwS3A/s72-c/Cho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-6947885177255866675</id><published>2007-02-22T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T04:33:48.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XKCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd21p3bEspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5wxzK14vEVk/s1600-h/light[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034379689326850706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd21p3bEspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5wxzK14vEVk/s320/light%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.xkcd.com"&gt;www.xkcd.com&lt;/a&gt; ... Randall Munroe is sheer genius...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-6947885177255866675?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6947885177255866675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=6947885177255866675' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/6947885177255866675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/6947885177255866675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='XKCD'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd21p3bEspI/AAAAAAAAABg/5wxzK14vEVk/s72-c/light%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-1459280789749921558</id><published>2007-02-21T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T06:56:56.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaos Theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Butterfly Effect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Strange Attractors'/><title type='text'>Chaos isn't just a theory</title><content type='html'>One of my greatest loves is Science. The kind that makes you really wonder. Most of what i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;understand is what fascinates me. Like &lt;em&gt;Chaos Theory&lt;/em&gt; for instance. Here is this wonderful world we think we understand and there actually is a theory that says all the approximating you've ever done will come back one day to smack you in the head... cuz thats the way the world is, its just chaotic. Sooner or later its all gonna fall to pieces and you're going to die a very confused death. Bet you dint need chaos theory to figure that one out.&lt;br /&gt;even the innocent sounding &lt;em&gt;Butterfly Effect&lt;/em&gt; states that something as small as a buttefly flapping its wings in tahiti can cause a tornado in Mexico. And no, all mexican's are not going to be exterminated by killer butterflies, its just the way the world is, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unpredictable. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think you know you understand it would be graver mistake then admitting things are messed up whether you understand em or not. Thats a bit like life actually. And relationships. And C# programmers who work overtime. Cuz the universe conspires to kick you in the ass if you think you've got it all figured out. At least being lost means you know for sure where you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033928953983971906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RdwbtnbEskI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_4yZX1apXcQ/s320/Chaos+Theory.PNG" border="0" /&gt;We're all neck deep in it. Chaos. Look around you... what if gravity suddenly stopped leaking in from that other dimension you're so used to. Maybe &lt;strong&gt;then &lt;/strong&gt;you'd start believing in centrifugal force. When i read Jurassic Park i thought the book was so much cooler than the movie, not just cuz Chaos theorist Ian Malcom was a pessimist and told the old dude "Nature will find a way" (what he really meant was "Run NOW Before the mommy dinosaur changes sex to a daddy dinosaur and starts making copies of himself and uses your park as his playpen") But also because it was so much more about nature being unpredictable and the know-it-all being the one running away from the velociraptors. So whoever thought up chaos was just figuring a way to tell the nerds "the worlds gonna end and i've done the math to prove it". I like that. Someone who says we dont know enough about the system to calculate an end result, because the inital conditions we started off with were incomplete in the first place. Every tiny Change we make has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drastic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; consequences on the end result. The time you made your first bonfire as a kid. The first time you ever spoke to a girl. Everything you do early on, affects your life in major ways later. The little things early on are what really matter. By the time its later on in life, the big things are totally out of control. Similarly, every minor change in a mathematical calculation has the potential of giving you immensly different end reults. Never felt bad about rounding &lt;em&gt;Pi &lt;/em&gt;off to two decimal places before this huh? Well, you shouldn't have, cuz now you're totally screwed.&lt;br /&gt;There's only one hope for you, catch all of them damn butterflies before its too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-1459280789749921558?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/1459280789749921558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=1459280789749921558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/1459280789749921558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/1459280789749921558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/02/chaos-isnt-just-theory.html' title='Chaos isn&apos;t just a theory'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/RdwbtnbEskI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_4yZX1apXcQ/s72-c/Chaos+Theory.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-6664212159490561303</id><published>2007-02-21T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:35:15.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bombay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Townie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai'/><title type='text'>Top 10 Signs You're a Townie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd2qEHbEsoI/AAAAAAAAABU/yrP7hIg4xJ4/s1600-h/townie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034366946158883458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd2qEHbEsoI/AAAAAAAAABU/yrP7hIg4xJ4/s320/townie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in South Mumbai or town side as its more commonly known. People here are Different from the rest of Bombay. They're like a totally different species from the usual bunch you find in the other parts of the city. Live here for a while and you Become the city. A few signs to let you know you're turning into a Townie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) You actually think "Sophia" college is pronounced "So-fa-ya" and not "So-fee-ya"&lt;br /&gt;2) You go to Cafe Royale and know every item on the menu with 6% alcohol or more&lt;br /&gt;3) You Have a really nice car, but everyone's looking at the chick in the passenger seat with you&lt;br /&gt;4) You have a really nice chick&lt;br /&gt;5) You have an accent, even if you're 13 and have never been outside the country&lt;br /&gt;6) You know all streets by their Anglicized names, and a Cabbie wouldn't know where to go if you used any other variant&lt;br /&gt;7) as far as you're concerned, Mumbai City is what's south of VT station&lt;br /&gt;8) Whenever you travel by a local train, you're in an empty compartment by the window seat, and people moving in the opposite direction are either squashed into a giant sardine can on wheels or are above the train dodging electrical cables&lt;br /&gt;9) If you want to take a trip to the sea-side all you have to do is walk for a couple of minutes as opposed to planning an outing and driving there&lt;br /&gt;10) You're biggest worry is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pub/disc/club to go to on a Saturday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-6664212159490561303?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6664212159490561303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=6664212159490561303' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/6664212159490561303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/6664212159490561303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/02/top-10-signs-youre-townie.html' title='Top 10 Signs You&apos;re a Townie'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd2qEHbEsoI/AAAAAAAAABU/yrP7hIg4xJ4/s72-c/townie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-6038364662681343726</id><published>2007-02-21T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:08:12.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life needs a rewind button</title><content type='html'>EDIT : George to Jerry Seinfeld in "Seinfeld" :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A death. What is that, a bonus? I think the cycle is all backwards. You should die first. Get it out of the way. Then live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young. You get a gold watch and you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You do drugs and alcohol. You party. You get ready for High School. You go to grade school and become a kid. You play. You have no responsibilities. You become a baby. You go into the womb. You spend your last nine months floating...you finish off as an orgasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;strong&gt;THAT &lt;/strong&gt;sounds like a way better way to life. get the ugly parts out first :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-6038364662681343726?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6038364662681343726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=6038364662681343726' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/6038364662681343726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/6038364662681343726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-needs-rewind-button.html' title='Life needs a rewind button'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-3073899527724690081</id><published>2007-02-20T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T07:03:26.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chasing Cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Patrol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary Lightbody'/><title type='text'>Chasing Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rdv-cHbEsjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZ2rh0s2QiI/s1600-h/Chasingcars[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033896767499055666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rdv-cHbEsjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZ2rh0s2QiI/s320/Chasingcars%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're like a dog chasing a car. You'll never catch it and you wouldn't know what to do with it if you did." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats what Gary Lightbody's (lead singer, Snow Patrol)  father told him in reference to a girl Lightbody was infatuated with. Gary dint feel too bad about it... nope, he went on to make a really sucessful band and showed his dad who'd be chasing whom ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll do it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On our own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We don't need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't quite know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those three words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are said too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're not enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before we get too old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's waste time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chasing cars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Around our heads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need your grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To remind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To find my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before we get too old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show me a garden that's bursting into life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All that I ever was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're all I can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confused about how as well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just know that these things Will never change for us at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I just lay here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a tribute to a really amazing song, and an ironic source of inspiration :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-3073899527724690081?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/3073899527724690081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=3073899527724690081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/3073899527724690081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/3073899527724690081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/02/chasing-cars.html' title='Chasing Cars'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rdv-cHbEsjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uZ2rh0s2QiI/s72-c/Chasingcars%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-6971098743116212713</id><published>2007-02-20T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T07:06:37.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breaking Benjamin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Diary of Jane'/><title type='text'>Breaking Benjamin - The Diary of Jane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rdv4X3bEsiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mMl0rDk8LZA/s1600-h/Breakingben2006[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033890097414844962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rdv4X3bEsiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mMl0rDk8LZA/s320/Breakingben2006%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love music. Rephrase. I love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; music. Once in a while a song comes along that i really like. I love digging deep, finding the kinda music that really gets &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i came across Breaking Benjamin a while back, mostly cuz i came across the songs "&lt;em&gt;Follow Me&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;Blow me away&lt;/em&gt;" During my Counter-strike Crazy days, while i was into making videos and stuff. They're a really brilliant and virtually unknown band (at least amongst my peers) and i totally love their style. This one song in particular "&lt;em&gt;The Diary Of Jane&lt;/em&gt;" is really a class apart cuz it tells the story that gets deeper every time i listen to it. Boy Loves Girl, Girl Dies, Boy Reads Girls Diary. Thats all clear from the video, the actual song is what really Hits me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I had to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I would put myself right beside you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So let me askWould you like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Would you like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you say this love is the last time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now I'll ask&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something's just about to break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will try to find my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the diary of Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tell me how it should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try to find out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what makes you tick as I lie down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sore and sick, do you like that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a fine line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;between love and hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just let me say that I like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something's just about to break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will try to find my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the diary of Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I burn another page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I look the other way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still try to find my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the diary of Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desperate, I will crawl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there is no love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Die for anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have I become?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something's getting in the way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something's just about to break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will try to find my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the diary of Jane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I burn another page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I look the other way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still try to find my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the diary of Jane&lt;a name="#video"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;its not everyday that you figure out that you've never been loved. Its nice to live in that illusion sometimes, that people really &lt;em&gt;Do &lt;/em&gt;care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-6971098743116212713?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/6971098743116212713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=6971098743116212713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/6971098743116212713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/6971098743116212713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2007/02/breaking-benjamin-diary-of-jane.html' title='Breaking Benjamin - The Diary of Jane'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rdv4X3bEsiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/mMl0rDk8LZA/s72-c/Breakingben2006%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-115276599805746022</id><published>2006-07-12T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T10:45:02.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terrorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7/11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mumbai Blasts'/><title type='text'>7/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd2Lk3bEsmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tMd9KpkLIw4/s1600-h/mumbai_blast_02[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034333423939138146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd2Lk3bEsmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tMd9KpkLIw4/s320/mumbai_blast_02%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago, 7 serial blasts on local trains changed the city forever... Or did it? mumbai is back on its feet, with life going on, just as it should. I love this city, not because it recovers, but because it refuses to die, or to be passive. This is the city where people form human chains during the floods to prevent people falling through open manholes. This is the city where people set out with water, biscuits, and blankets for those stranded. That&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;was during the floods&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;but the real spirit of this city was transparent two days ago. It takes the worst circumstances to bring out the best in these people. The people of the city did more rescue work and damage control than the cops or the ever-present (yea, right) railway protection forces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, in the news today there was an article indicating an informant revealing potential targets as local trains (&lt;strong&gt;mumbai mirror,&lt;/strong&gt; cover page "&lt;em&gt;i told you so")&lt;/em&gt; and C.S.T as one of the main locations. I was at C.S.T that day, and I remember seeing Rapid Action Forces assembled in one of their trucks (not sure if it was the RAF, but they had the blue-white-grey camo) and that got me thinking something was afoot... That was at 5.15 PM, well before any of the blasts. They got it wrong, of course, it was churchgate trains that were the intended target. The &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; intel, the &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; location. Will we never learn? does it take another attack for us to be vigilant on all fronts? I hope not. This city deserves better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-115276599805746022?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/115276599805746022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=115276599805746022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/115276599805746022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/115276599805746022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2006/07/711.html' title='7/11'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd2Lk3bEsmI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tMd9KpkLIw4/s72-c/mumbai_blast_02%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22949952.post-114078311644493150</id><published>2006-02-24T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T06:37:43.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trust Company'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stronger'/><title type='text'>Stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd2MH3bEsnI/AAAAAAAAABI/FiYoEcd0cck/s1600-h/489px-Trust_cO[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034334025234559602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd2MH3bEsnI/AAAAAAAAABI/FiYoEcd0cck/s320/489px-Trust_cO%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TRUST COMPANY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Stronger"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you save me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you fail me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's almost over cause you've faded out, again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you break me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you're holding me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will escape you and I'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll push you closer to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you're the one that's going down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am, stronger now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you crawled away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're so far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am, stronger now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you crawled away, since you crawled away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never gonna save me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You just shut me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now it's over cause I'm stepping out, again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Never gonna break me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just try and hold me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will escape you and I'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll push you closer to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause you're the one that's going down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am, stronger now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you crawled away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're so far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am, stronger now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you crawled away, since you crawled away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You want to tear me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You want to hold me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't control me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You cannot take me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You cannot save me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm stronger now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am, stronger now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you crawled away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're so far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I am, stronger now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you crawled away, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since you crawled away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You want to tear me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You want to hold me down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't control me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You cannot take me out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You cannot save me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because I'm stronger now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22949952-114078311644493150?l=ankitiyer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/feeds/114078311644493150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22949952&amp;postID=114078311644493150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/114078311644493150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22949952/posts/default/114078311644493150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ankitiyer.blogspot.com/2006/02/stronger.html' title='Stronger'/><author><name>Ankit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12509583242624746111</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oQ7-QJyGSkw/Rd2MH3bEsnI/AAAAAAAAABI/FiYoEcd0cck/s72-c/489px-Trust_cO%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
