<?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-12187910</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:43:12.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memyself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-113401253360806926</id><published>2005-12-07T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:28:53.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Snow... and Snow</title><content type='html'>This is exiting news yaaro... snow snow .. i was exited to see my first sight of snow .. snow falling ... snow on the trees .. all the cars .. houses frosted with snow ... it was exiting but now .. as the temperature has reached -15C and this makes it worse with the wind around.. and the snow makes the temperature to be even less then what it is actully. now just after 3-5 days of snow i do not want more snow around.. as u know i have to walk all the way to collage and all the roads.. walk ways have becoem so Slipperybak sab thikhope to get some more blogs in about this X-Mas.. and other parties around here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-113401253360806926?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/113401253360806926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=113401253360806926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/113401253360806926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/113401253360806926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow-snow-and-snow.html' title='Snow Snow... and Snow'/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-112536314459965131</id><published>2005-08-29T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:52:24.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The US of A ...and Me</title><content type='html'>Almost 3 weeks in US now... most of it has been gr8...i have my apartment  and sharing with seniors... its fully loaded kind of a mess but still awesome:)&lt;br /&gt;Cooking evryday seemed fun, but not very sure now, some days we have dinner at 00:00 hrs... coz we r  too bored to cook or have soem other stuff to do...School has just begun, searching for job has come to end with a positive note.../aid... is a big pain... its tiring too(emotionally)... Sometimes i feel that it wud have been much better stay at my last job ...but i hope all these feelings go away b4 semister starts...lots of desis here... kinda a mini india...&lt;br /&gt;In the class it is not like USof A and more on South-India and always a war between Marathi+ Gujus+ north Indiana VS Tamilians+ Chnne... and whole of South India... its all the same...though it was good that i had made friends here seniors who r really help full... doesnt make me feel homesick... but still i miss spending time wid my family n friends :(&lt;br /&gt;and nothign much to give in for now .. lets hope i can manage .. my funds from this sem.. and need no more funds form India..&lt;br /&gt;and if u guys.. coem to USof A or any othe rcountry.. pl lose the habit to convert things and there cost in Rs.. as it is not good .. and we become .. Parsimonious , Thrifty, Frugal&lt;br /&gt;so miss you all guys; my Family .. my friends.. and do expect a call once in a while from your old buddy.. if i am lonely..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-112536314459965131?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/112536314459965131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=112536314459965131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/112536314459965131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/112536314459965131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/2005/08/us-of-and-me.html' title='The US of A ...and Me'/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-111666075243363386</id><published>2005-05-21T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T00:32:32.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>I am a talkative, outgoing, not so attractive, but interesting once you get acclimatise with me. I like to make people laugh. I also like to be part of every joke every prank everywhere. I like to be well informed about my surroundings, let it me my job my friends or my family. I like to be vanguard or you can say trendsetter in the way I work or in the way I display myself. I am honest, sometimes may be too honest. I like to speak truth and only truth. I have quick learner capabilities. I will add info on this blog as soon as I think of some thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111666075243363386?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/111666075243363386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=111666075243363386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111666075243363386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111666075243363386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-111458664959534667</id><published>2005-04-27T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T00:24:09.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My World</title><content type='html'>I am always stuck with questions in my life. Starting form which job to go from to which cloth to were today. I have made some tough decisions like to leave the job at Mahindra and Join Neilsoft as a Software QA engineer, but now I do not regret my decision and I am happy with my job. They is another problem in my life, which has the same problem of predicament (the meaning I mean here is dilemma i.e. a decision which is my career desired)  which I can not disclose it right now.&lt;br /&gt;Another problem with me is I am charming I am some what attractive(as friends say and I believe) but I have never been good with girls to the point that I could offer them my love. I miss this love factor in my life very much. Now, I am frustrated and stopped thinking of girls in a way to even to offer them my friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me with my confusions and lets hope my decisions turn up right and I could achieve what I aim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111458664959534667?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/111458664959534667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=111458664959534667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111458664959534667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111458664959534667'/><link 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with my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for finding you so attractive,And I'll forgive you for not noticing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for raising you up so high,And I'll forgive you for bringing me down so low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for wanting to be with you,And I'll forgive you for avoiding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for being so pathetic,And I'll forgive you for taking advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for not being able to let go,And I'll forgive you for never having latched on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive me for having hopes and dreams,And I'll forgive you for crushing them . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111414998625886606?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-111407990506139532</id><published>2005-04-21T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T03:38:25.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always Hope for the Best..</title><content type='html'>God answers prayers in 3 ways...He says YES and gives u what u want....He says NO and gives u something better....He says WAIT and gives u the best...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111407990506139532?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/111407990506139532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=111407990506139532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111407990506139532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111407990506139532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/2005/04/always-hope-for-best.html' title='Always Hope for the Best..'/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-111406295226204509</id><published>2005-04-20T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T22:55:52.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship....</title><content type='html'>Friendship is like the breeze,You can't hold it,Smell it,Taste it,Or know when it's coming,But you can always feel it,And you'll always know it's there,It may come and then go,But you can know it'll always be back. No one can go back and make a brand new start. &lt;br /&gt; But you can always start from now and make a brand new ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111406295226204509?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/111406295226204509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=111406295226204509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111406295226204509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111406295226204509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/2005/04/friendship.html' title='Friendship....'/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-111398540128335238</id><published>2005-04-20T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:23:21.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/5297/640/me2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/5297/400/me2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111398540128335238?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/111398540128335238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=111398540128335238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111398540128335238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111398540128335238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-111398536599321599</id><published>2005-04-20T01:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:22:45.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one more of my dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/5297/640/MYDOGno3.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/5297/400/MYDOGno3.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111398536599321599?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/111398536599321599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=111398536599321599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111398536599321599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111398536599321599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-more-of-my-dogs.html' title=''/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-111398532999200809</id><published>2005-04-20T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:22:09.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my grayhound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/5297/640/MYDOGno2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/5297/400/MYDOGno2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111398532999200809?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/111398532999200809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=111398532999200809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111398532999200809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111398532999200809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-grayhound.html' title=''/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-111398528449228166</id><published>2005-04-20T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T01:21:24.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dalmation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/5297/640/MYDOGno1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/137/5297/400/MYDOGno11.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111398528449228166?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-111397149780791253</id><published>2005-04-19T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:34:24.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanakya quotes</title><content type='html'>*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A person should not be too honest.&lt;br /&gt;Straight trees are cut first and honest people are screwed first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if a snake is not poisonous, it should pretend to be venomous."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The biggest guru-mantra is: Never share your secrets with anybody. It will&lt;br /&gt;destroy you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is some self-interest behind every friendship. There is no&lt;br /&gt;friendship without self-interests. This is a bitter truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Before you start some work, always ask yourself three questions.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing it ? What the results might be ? and Will I be successful ?&lt;br /&gt;Only when you think deeply and find satisfactory answers to these&lt;br /&gt;questions, go ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The world's biggest power is the youth and beauty of a woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once you start a working on something, don't be afraid of failure and&lt;br /&gt;don't abandon it.&lt;br /&gt;People who work sincerely are the happiest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is not present in idols. Your feelings are your god. The soul is your&lt;br /&gt;temple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success requires first expending ten units of effort to produce one unit&lt;br /&gt;of results.&lt;br /&gt;Your momentum will then produce ten units of results with each unit of&lt;br /&gt;effort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never make friends with people who are above or below you in status. Such&lt;br /&gt;friendships will never give you any happiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Treat your kid like a darling for the first five years.&lt;br /&gt;For the next five years, scold them.&lt;br /&gt;By the time they turn sixteen, treat them like a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Your grown up children are your best friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Books are as useful to a stupid person as a mirror is useful to a blind&lt;br /&gt;person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Education is the best friend.&lt;br /&gt;An educated person is respected everywhere. Education beats the beauty and&lt;br /&gt;the youth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man is great by deeds, not by birth."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111397149780791253?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/111397149780791253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=111397149780791253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111397149780791253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111397149780791253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/2005/04/chanakya-quotes.html' title='Chanakya quotes'/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-111397137860605465</id><published>2005-04-19T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:34:43.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"SAVING IS SIN, SPENDING IS VIRTUE"</title><content type='html'>-- Written by an Indian Economist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese save a lot. They do not spend much. Also Japan exports far&lt;br /&gt;more than it imports. Has an annual trade surplus of over $100&lt;br /&gt;billions. Yet Japanese economy is considered weak, even collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans spend, save little. Also US imports more than it exports.&lt;br /&gt;Has an annual trade deficit of over $400 billion. Yet, the American&lt;br /&gt;economy is considered strong and trusted to get stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where from do Americans get money to spend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They borrow from Japan, China and even India. Virtually others save&lt;br /&gt;for the US to spend. Global savings are mostly invested in US, in&lt;br /&gt;dollars. India itself keeps its foreign currency assets of over $50&lt;br /&gt;billions in US securities. China has sunk over $160 billion in US&lt;br /&gt;securities. Japan's stakes in US securities is in trillions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US has taken over $5 trillion from the world. So, as the world&lt;br /&gt;saves for the US, Americans spend freely. Today, to keep the US&lt;br /&gt;consumption going, that is for the US economy to work, other countries&lt;br /&gt;have to remit $180 billion every quarter, which is $2 billion a day,&lt;br /&gt;to the US! Otherwise the US economy would go for a six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will the global economy. The result will be no different if US&lt;br /&gt;consumers begin consuming less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese economist asked a neat question. Who has invested more, US&lt;br /&gt;in China, or China in US? The US has invested in China less than half&lt;br /&gt;of what China has invested in US. The same is the case with India. We&lt;br /&gt;have invested in US over $50 billion. But the US has invested less&lt;br /&gt;than $20 billion in India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the world is after US?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret lies in the American spending, that they hardly save. In&lt;br /&gt;fact they use their credit cards to spend their future income. That&lt;br /&gt;the US spends is what makes it attractive to export to the US. So US&lt;br /&gt;imports more than what it exports year after year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is dependent on US consumption for its growth. By its&lt;br /&gt;deepening culture of consumption, the US has habituated the world to&lt;br /&gt;feed on US consumption. But as the US needs money to finance its&lt;br /&gt;consumption, the world provides the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a shopkeeper providing the money to a customer so that the&lt;br /&gt;customer keeps buying from the shop. If the customer will not buy, the&lt;br /&gt;shop won't have business, unless the shopkeeper funds him. The US is&lt;br /&gt;like the lucky customer. And the world is like the helpless shopkeeper&lt;br /&gt;financier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is America's biggest shopkeeper financier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan of course. Yet it's Japan which is regarded as weak. Modern&lt;br /&gt;economists complain that Japanese do not spend, so they do not grow.&lt;br /&gt;To force the Japanese to spend, the Japanese government exerted it&lt;br /&gt;self, reduced the savings rates, even charged the savers. Even then&lt;br /&gt;the Japanese did not spend (habits don't change, even with taxes, do&lt;br /&gt;they?). Their traditional postal savings alone is over $1.2 trillions,&lt;br /&gt;about three times the Indian GDP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, savings, far from being the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength of Japan has become its pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, what is the lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, a nation cannot grow unless the people spend, not save. Not&lt;br /&gt;just spend, but borrow and spend. Dr. Jagdish Bhagwati, the famous&lt;br /&gt;Indian-born economist in the US, told Manmohan Singh that Indians&lt;br /&gt;wastefully save. Ask them to spend, on imported cars and, seriously,&lt;br /&gt;even on cosmetics! This will put India on a growth curve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saving is sin, and spending is virtue." Before you follow this neo&lt;br /&gt;economics, get some fools to save so that you can borrow from them and&lt;br /&gt;spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what US has successfully done in last few decades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really thought provoking!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111397137860605465?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/111397137860605465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=111397137860605465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111397137860605465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111397137860605465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/2005/04/saving-is-sin-spending-is-virtue.html' title='&quot;SAVING IS SIN, SPENDING IS VIRTUE&quot;'/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12187910.post-111356903341531754</id><published>2005-04-15T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T21:34:58.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Think on IT</title><content type='html'>It's half past 8 in the office but the lights are still on. PCs still running, coffee machines still buzzing and whose at work. Most of them?? Take a closer look. All or most specimens are 20-something male/female species of the human race. look closer. again all or most of them are bachelors. and why are they sitting late? Working hard? No way!! Any guesses?? lets ask one of them. Here's what she says. "Arey yaar, whatz there 2 do after going home. idhar to net hein, AC hein, phone hein, khaana hein, coffee hein. to jam ke khaao, jam ke piyo(burps), jam se chatting/phone karo aur thak jaane par ghar jaao. aur boss bhi kush that i am working late...(burps) aur khaane ka paisa bhi bachtaa hein." This is the scene in most companies and offices. Bachelors "time-passing" during late hours in the office just bcoz they say they've nothing else to do..Now what r the consequences.. read on..."working"(for the record only) late hours soon becomes part of the company culture. With bosses more than eager to provide support to those "working" late in the form of taxi vouchers, food vouchers and of course good feedback,(oh, he's a hardworker..goes home only to change..!!) they arent helping things too..To hell with bosses who dont understand the difference between "sitting" late and "working" late!! Very soon, the managers start expecting all employees to put in extra working hours. My dear Bachelor bhaais let me tell you, life changes when u get married and start having a family..office is no longer a prioroty, family is..and thats when the problem starts.bcoz u start having commitments at home too. For your boss, the earlier "hardworking" guy suddenly seems to become a "early leaver" even if u leave an hour after regular time..after doing the same amount of work, People leaving on time after doing ther taks for the day are labelled as work-shirkers..Girls who thankfully always leave on time are labelled as "not up to it". All the while, the bachelors pat their own backs and carry on "working" not realising that they r spoiling the work culture at their own place and never realise that they wuld have to regret at one point of time. So bhaai log, what's the moral of the story.?? Very clear, LEAVE ON TIME!! Never put in extra time unless really needed. Dont stay back un-necessarily and spoil your company work culture which will in turn cause inconvenience to you and your colleagues. There are hundred other things to do in the evening.. Learn music..Learn a foreign language..Try go-karting... Get a girl friend, take her around town. And for heaven's sake net cafe rates have dropped to an all-time low (plus, no fire-walls) and try cooking for a change. Take a tip from the Smirnoff ad: "Life's calling, where are you??" Please pass on this message to all those colleagues whom you know stay back in office for everything apart from work. And please do it before leaving time, dont stay back till midnight to forward this!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12187910-111356903341531754?l=amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/feeds/111356903341531754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12187910&amp;postID=111356903341531754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111356903341531754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12187910/posts/default/111356903341531754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amolnayakfrompune.blogspot.com/2005/04/think-on-it.html' title='Think on IT'/><author><name>Amol Nayak</name><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></feed>
