<?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-3757335</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:13:42.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Management Guru</title><subtitle type='html'>The Lighter Side of Mismanagement</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-8986171307941734619</id><published>2007-04-24T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:39:34.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, we are achievers! All of us! We all slog hard everyday and leave the offices at night thirsty for more! And it all makes perfect sense. It is all a part of the grand design that we have in our mind, a tiny footstep in the perfect and flawless plan that we have devised. And we are achieving it, everyday. We are zooming up those corporate ladders. We can now hear the rustle of currency growing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/8986171307941734619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/8986171307941734619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8986171307941734619' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-113921697180415565</id><published>2006-02-06T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:09:31.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jobless#1: Hirwani retired!Jobless#2: :O,  Indian cricket will never be the same :(who will now keep the other spinners on their toes with compeition?Jobless#1: heh hehi think he got 16 in first and 1 in next 16Jobless#2: :PJobless#1: he had a habit of staring at the batsmen, but discontinued it after the forward shortleg guy got annoyed of the starehis batting exploits still send shivers down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/113921697180415565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/113921697180415565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113921697180415565' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-113807803557253418</id><published>2006-01-23T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:52:01.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why one earth should I pay taxes? Why on earth should I listen to ads that say "pay taxes" to taxpayers using the taxpayers’ money and without providing any services to me? Why should I subsidize the education of minister's kids who will then pull out guns and injure me using the police protection that I provide them? Why on earth should the PM, who is my servant, tell me how I should go about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/113807803557253418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/113807803557253418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113807803557253418' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-111057166896332770</id><published>2005-03-11T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T12:07:48.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are so intelligent, that you will always miss the obvious. You will always chase that which is elusive; you will strive forever to explain the ambiguities in other peoples’ lives. You will sell your brain to solve the problems of some John Doe you have never met and in all probability will never meet. You will create structure that will imprison chaos. Your eyes will shine with immense </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/111057166896332770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/111057166896332770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111057166896332770' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-109058550029150418</id><published>2004-07-23T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T05:30:07.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EnthusiasmThis was his first job. Today was his first day. He wanted to make his presence felt. He wanted to shift paradigms. He wanted to shatter old mindsets and usher in a new era of competitive collaboration. He wanted to align individual objectives with functional objectives, functional objectives with company vision to such an extent that if plotted on a 3-dimensional chart, all three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/109058550029150418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/109058550029150418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109058550029150418' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-108307573567992953</id><published>2004-04-27T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T07:26:32.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad Luck"Excuse me, but you just dropped your wallet!"He whirled around and nearly snatched the wallet from my hands. Then he realised how rude it would have appeared to me. "Thank you, Thanks a lot!!! I should have been a bit more careful."I smiled, shook his hand and we went our separate ways. After about two months, I was travelling in a local train. It was not that crowded. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/108307573567992953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/108307573567992953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307573567992953' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-107622394855881887</id><published>2004-02-07T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T23:17:04.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Free Education!!!???On 17th of June, 2002, I came to IIM Lucknow. Yesterday, I attended my last lecture at IIM Lucknow. As I left the class, I felt really sad. My days at IIM Lucknow were the best days of my life so far. I had the privilege of associating with some of the most intelligent people of my generation. It was a really wonderful experience. I learnt a lot of things from a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/107622394855881887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/107622394855881887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107622394855881887' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-10692564674330513</id><published>2003-11-19T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T09:26:38.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LoveThe ambulance whizzed past the building. He kept staring at it for some time. The siren died away as it rocketed its way to Pune.  The Mumbai-Pune Expressway was silent again. It was one of those quiet afternoons in December. There was little or no traffic on the expressway. It was a bit cold, despite the best efforts of a lazy sun winding its way to the horizon. It was a relatively new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/10692564674330513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/10692564674330513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#10692564674330513' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-106728831189401307</id><published>2003-10-27T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T12:58:37.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HappinessHe was staring out of the window. There had been a small accident in the street below. He could see the two tiny drivers get out of their toy cars. He could see them arguing with each other. Probably they would fight, he hoped. For next five minutes, they were just yelling at each other. He got bored. He sighed and looked up at the sun. It was 4.30 pm. Sun was moving relentlessly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106728831189401307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106728831189401307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106728831189401307' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-106604749253766731</id><published>2003-10-13T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T05:18:12.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. RomeoA couple of days ago, it happened again. Another guy got angry and shot his girlfriend. It happened in Sangli this time. This is not the first time it is happening in Sangli. About 5 years ago, the same thing had happened. But one good thing is that this time, the girl has survived the attack. Though she is still hospitalized, she is supposedly out of danger.The story goes that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106604749253766731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106604749253766731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106604749253766731' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-106430026783541126</id><published>2003-09-22T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T23:57:47.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MokshaWhat is Moksha? Why is it that sadhus and holy men all over the world are looking for Moksha? Why is it that people are not satisfied with the way they are living their lives? Why is it that they have to look outside their minds to find out the path to eternal happiness? Before I launch into this discussion, I would like to thank Mr Tony Xavier for the wonderful book called “Siddhartha”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106430026783541126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106430026783541126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106430026783541126' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-106376764173118966</id><published>2003-09-16T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T20:00:42.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Marine EngineerObserving people is not really a hobby of mine. I am usually engrossed in my thoughts. But about a week back, I had a chance to observe something that I felt was quite charming in its own way.I was going back to Sangli for my term break and I boarded the Mahalaxmi Express at Kalyan. Just as I was settling down on my window seat, another guy came in. He was about 40-45 years</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106376764173118966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106376764173118966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106376764173118966' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-106158336099715421</id><published>2003-08-22T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T13:16:00.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow!!!!!Finally, I have done it! Another feather in my cap!!!I was going through the referrals on the site meter site. Somebody searched for “poor jokes pjs” on google. And guess what?I was 7th on that list!!!There was only one individual who was ahead in the list. Mr. Gaurav Jalan has put up some jokes on his site. He has stated that those are poor jokes. Mr. Jalan, if you are reading </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106158336099715421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106158336099715421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106158336099715421' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-106095760786143563</id><published>2003-08-15T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T07:48:44.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am Back!!!It has been such a long time. I have missed blogging regularly. Everyday, I looked at my blog, thought about it and then changed my mind. The commitments that I had made were far more important.One amazing thing about blogging is that once you start doing it regularly, you become your worst critic. You think twice about each and everything that you want to put there. You want it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106095760786143563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106095760786143563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106095760786143563' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-106060509318336396</id><published>2003-08-11T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T05:33:37.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Globe ExplainedAll of you must be familiar with the term "Globe" by now. Most of you must have read it on Gaurav's or Sunil's blog. This post presents an example of what it actually is:Performance managementPurpose:The purpose of the study is ·To understand the implications of the subject matter for Indian companies competing in an increasingly global scenario, examine the current </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106060509318336396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/106060509318336396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106060509318336396' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105954829866353497</id><published>2003-07-29T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T00:08:00.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Financial Thriller!!!!The sudden clamor of the alarm woke him up. He sprang to attention. All around him, he could see only figures and figures. HDFC Bank… 250.45, ICICI Bank…. 159.05… Reliance…345.20…. HLL…167.15.  He felt lightheaded. He still recalled the time when he was all fresh and raring to go. Now, he felt as if he had lost the will to compete in the game. In those days, he was one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105954829866353497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105954829866353497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105954829866353497' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105923095328978332</id><published>2003-07-26T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T07:49:13.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creativity, Textbooks, Teachers and other question marksWhat should be the ideal method of teaching? What should be the ideal education system? What should be its objectives?All of us have been a part of this system for the first 20 years of our lives. Hence, it is not surprising that most of us have certain opinions about this system or the lack of it, as some may wish to point out. Before</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105923095328978332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105923095328978332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105923095328978332' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105905480569276159</id><published>2003-07-24T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T08:36:06.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do we need exams??? Part 2 The point of this and the last post on exam is not to discuss whether or not the exams should be continued or not. The point is to establish that exam in its current form is a totally unnecessary procedure that does not serve any purpose whatsoever. When was the last time that you felt that the question paper was really challenging and it was a real treat to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105905480569276159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105905480569276159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105905480569276159' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105902384411250356</id><published>2003-07-23T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T22:17:24.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Common Civil CodeThere is some hope now that all the citizens of India will be equal in all respects. The Honourable Supreme Court has rightly observed that there is a difference between having religious freedom and having different laws for different religions. But I doubt whether the political parties in India have the guts or the willingness to administer this bitter pill. There have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105902384411250356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105902384411250356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105902384411250356' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105842221053870076</id><published>2003-07-16T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T23:10:10.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The SocialistIt was a glorious morning! It had been a long time since I had had 10 hours of sleep. Everything felt so right, so perfect. I opened the door and stared at our football field. It was a beautiful cool morning. Suddenly, I realised that something was wrong. OH MY GOD!!!!!! There was no social justice! The capital assets of production were being owned by a few capitalist pigs! I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105842221053870076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105842221053870076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105842221053870076' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105836538963139502</id><published>2003-07-16T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T07:23:09.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do we need exams?????Exactly 1,454,889,789 years ago, in a galaxy not far far away  (In fact, in this galaxy itself) some bureaucrat suddenly became creative. His mind started racing so fast that he experienced dizziness. He got up from his chair to rest his back. (Bureaucrats need frequent breaks to rest their aching backs.) He cursed the chair that did not allow him to sleep properly. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105836538963139502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105836538963139502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105836538963139502' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105809917735420575</id><published>2003-07-13T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T05:26:17.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ultimate Joy!!!!!!!!!After 6 years of hard work, failure and patience, finally the Gods have smiled. I have become a CHARTERED ACCOUNTANT!!!!!It is one of the happiest moments of my life. Even getting into IIM Lucknow was not such a joyous occasion. I hope that all of you experience the kind of happiness that I am feeling today.Have a nice day, all of you!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105809917735420575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105809917735420575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105809917735420575' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105790395038463075</id><published>2003-07-10T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T23:12:30.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cricket Quiz!!!!!My first cricket quiz and I made it to the finals!!!!! I was always skeptical about my quizzing abilities, especially after sitting through one of Gaurav’s quizzes in which I had no idea what on earth he was asking. So, when I got him as my partner for the cricket quiz, I was rather happy, though I doubted my ability to contribute to our team’s victory.The elimination round </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105790395038463075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105790395038463075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105790395038463075' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105773877180663547</id><published>2003-07-09T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T01:19:31.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Conducting arguments through comments system is also not a good strategic move.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105773877180663547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105773877180663547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105773877180663547' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105764259142571737</id><published>2003-07-07T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T22:36:31.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The TechGod!!!!!And finally I have done justice to my amazing programming talents! Soon this site will be full of amazing technologies like zonkboard, pictures, links of IIM Lucknow etc. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105764259142571737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105764259142571737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105764259142571737' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105760767880639962</id><published>2003-07-07T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T12:54:38.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Falling ill in a business school is not a good strategic move. All the promises that you had made to other people cannot be fulfilled. Your entire schedule goes haywire. You miss quizzes. Then people keep asking you why you missed them, telling in great detail how easy they were. For last couple of days, I am watching the lives of other people flash by. The freshers are especially busy with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105760767880639962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105760767880639962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105760767880639962' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105747001231639550</id><published>2003-07-05T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T22:40:12.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forrest GumpAll of us have to make some choices in our lives. Many times, there is no doubt in our heart as to what is the right thing to do. Yet we end up doing the wrong thing. Then we try and justify it. We say that we were being pragmatic and sensible about it. But when we are alone and we have nothing to do, we keep thinking about these decisions wondering why we didn’t have the courage to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105747001231639550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105747001231639550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105747001231639550' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105728907665547966</id><published>2003-07-03T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T20:24:36.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>War, Peace, Human Beings and Full Metal Jacket	Contrary to Gaurav’s expectations, I really liked Full Metal Jacket. Yeah, it is too explicit, but so is life!  	I have read a few books on war like Catch-22, War and Peace and some Hemingway. I wonder if there exists a difference in opinions in the western world and the eastern world. 	All the Indian war stories that I have read so far paint a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105728907665547966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105728907665547966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105728907665547966' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-105677653260494229</id><published>2003-06-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T22:02:12.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!People tell me that I am a very easygoing person. But read  this and tell me if I was wrong in losing my temper.Mr. Togadia seems to be suffering from delusions of grandeur. The (expletive deleted) actually thinks that he represents all the Hindus in this world. Maybe putting Vishwa in the name of the organization means that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105677653260494229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/105677653260494229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105677653260494229' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-95919893</id><published>2003-06-22T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T10:41:39.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bed Time Horror Stories for Insects(This is the conversation between two bloodthirsty Insect-Terminators discussing their battles. Seven at one blow refers to the Best Performance by Sunil Joshi in his Insect-Eradication-Campaign. Pushkar refers to the other bloodthirsty not-so-gifted insect terminator.)Pushkar says:what is the latest score?Seven at one blow! says:atleast 100 killed so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95919893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95919893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95919893' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-95914026</id><published>2003-06-22T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T05:51:03.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why people stop believing in Him!!I finally understand now! I have been mulling over it for a long time now. But the solution was so simple that I felt like slamming my fist down on the table in disgust and exclaim,"Oh, it was so simple, Della! Paul, you just bring that parrot in the court today and we will give Hamilton Burger some really nice time!"But as I am not Perry Mason, I will have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95914026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95914026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95914026' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-95859158</id><published>2003-06-20T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T04:28:51.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pushkar says:btw, i realised something yesterdayAntonio says:bolPushkar says:believers realise that they are not atheists when they are in big troubleAntonio says:he hePushkar says:most of emPushkar says:arundhati roy suddenly becomes a believerPushkar says:she is being targeted by some hindu/muslim fundamentalistsPushkar says:so she is running and the mob is chasing herPushkar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95859158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95859158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95859158' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-95823778</id><published>2003-06-19T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T04:36:08.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I was rather overconfident and overenthusiastic in that last post of mine. I still cannot figure out how the compartmentalization can be removed. Some of the implementation plans were utterly unrealistic. So I will put that on the backburner. In fact, I am putting this entire "I-am-the-saviour-of-Indian-education-system” episode on the backburner. So, there are 2 things on that backburner</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95823778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95823778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95823778' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-95740093</id><published>2003-06-16T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T23:35:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do we have separate colleges for engineering, commerce and medicine? Why can't a person learn chemistry and economics at the same time? Is it not a fact that both the subjects are equally needed in the world today?Such compartmentalisation ensures that the person does not possess the knowledge required to start a business. Why should not the education system change its focus? The real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95740093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95740093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95740093' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-95680690</id><published>2003-06-15T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T00:09:53.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Around 40% Indians are illliterate. Around 40% of the children are illiterate. This is the reality and it really bothers me. The govt spends 520 Rs., 915 Rs., 1577 Rs. and 2923 Rs. per student for primary, secondary, higher secondary and greater than higher secondary education respectively.Now, I don't think that more than 60% of the money reaches the students. So instead of having all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95680690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95680690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95680690' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-95649306</id><published>2003-06-13T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T19:34:09.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How do I get a job? Too many young Indians are asking this question. Too many graduates and too few jobs. All that talk about economic development of India, globalisation and so on and so forth is of no use to the average unemployed graduate. I think that it is about time that the entire education system is revamped. So the next few posts will be on "How to improve the Indian education system: A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95649306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95649306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95649306' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-95341787</id><published>2003-06-05T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T13:28:25.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been some time since I have written something. The reason is not the lack of words or thoughts, but the lack of internet access.Will start updating from 14th June onwards regularly, I hope. Will leave you with some really sad jokes. Please do not read them. Even I did not like them. Tony, this is the moment when you should click on that cross in the top right hand corner. And I bet that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95341787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/95341787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95341787' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94824535</id><published>2003-05-24T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T05:09:07.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baked vegetables!! Garlic bread!! A lot of Cheese!! No work!!! Pink Floyd!! AC!!! Not a single soul in the entire hotel!! Reading "War and Peace”!!! Sipping on my favourite fresh Strawberry milkshake!!! Wow, what a lunch I had yesterday! I was so engrossed in the book that I actually managed to gulp down TWO HUGE BOWLS of baked vegetables without a break!After the lunch I wondered why such a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94824535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94824535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94824535' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94772314</id><published>2003-05-22T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T22:06:24.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was thinking about the political situation in India yesterday. And I thought of some possible newsflashes if the things continue in the same vein. 1."Mr. Vito Gambini, an Italian tourist was elected as the leader of Congress. The tourist who is visiting India for the first time is rumoured to be a distant relative of Late Mrs. Sonia Gandhi. Mr. Gambini has refused the allegations in a press </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94772314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94772314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94772314' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94729285</id><published>2003-05-22T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T02:33:26.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What do you do when you have free time, a computer and you are signed in on MSN? Why, it is so simple! You find an intelligent friend(s), and then invite some poor kid who hates poor jokes to your conversation. Then you change your profile to the same name of one of your friends (better if it is the poor kid’s profile) and the assault begins.If I am not mistaken, Rajat Karol was the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94729285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94729285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94729285' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94686603</id><published>2003-05-21T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T07:27:04.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just experienced a Paradigm Shift. Okay, maybe it is not that big enough to justify the term "Paradigm Shift". I will then coin a new term (In fact I coined it way back, was just waiting to use it somehow :P) and call it "Paradigm Vibration". This term denotes that the viewpoint is about to change but not quite sure whether the change is justifiable or whether the change is real.Now, to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94686603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94686603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94686603' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94572597</id><published>2003-05-19T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T02:42:52.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For a long time now, I have been thinking about writing something about the drivers of private buses. Today, the company bus that takes me from my place to the company just missed killing 5 people in a car. The driver was very upset at missing them. I guess too many people have ‘missed’ his bus lately. So I must dedicate this post to our driver.He is absolutely amazing. I feel that he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94572597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94572597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94572597' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94506985</id><published>2003-05-17T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T11:40:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, after a long time, I had the privilege of traveling in the Local or the lifelines of Mumbai. It was one wonderful trip to Mumbai and what better way to end it than to travel in a crowded local! Feeling rather worn out today after the traveling. So more about it in the next post.Goodnight!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94506985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94506985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94506985' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94448161</id><published>2003-05-16T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T16:42:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first time we met, he was sniffing my shoes. As soon as he sensed my presence, he gave a yelp and started running or rather waddling as fast as his tiny legs could carry his fat body. I picked him up and took a good look at him. He certainly did not cooperate. He kept squirming, making angry yet helpless noises. I finally put him down, expecting him to run away. He did, but suddenly stopped</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94448161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94448161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94448161' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94436355</id><published>2003-05-16T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T06:49:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“And whatever you do, however hard you try, well --- without cunning, without deceit, it’s quite impossible to live. Life is just that way, rot it… It would be fine to ascend to the heights, only the devil’s always clutching at one’s heels.”										       M. GorkyA nice way to sum up the confusions, the dilemmas that we face everyday. One is always debating whether to aim for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94436355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94436355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94436355' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94380622</id><published>2003-05-15T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T02:42:47.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>????!!!!!!!!Something is wrong with me. For last three-four days, I have been thinking about the problems that India as a country faces. And I can actually see the solution. Yeah, the solution is very difficult to implement and it cannot be implemented by one individual. It has to implemented by all of us.Why do we criticise the politicians for not paying enough attention to the people of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94380622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94380622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94380622' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94265314</id><published>2003-05-13T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T07:15:22.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonderWhy do people help each other? This is one question that I haven’t been able to answer satisfactorily. But let me clarify at the outset that I am not at all against the idea. I am just wondering what are the forces that drive such behaviour. Is it because we feel that someday we might also need to be helped? Is it because we feel that it is the right thing to do? Or is it because we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94265314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94265314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94265314' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94202422</id><published>2003-05-12T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T06:58:43.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The final aimI wonder how many of us really know what we want to do with our life. The life keeps going on and we are dragged along with it. In a story by Maxim Gorky, a character states that most of us live our lives just getting ready for what we really want to do. We keep telling ourselves that once this or that event takes place, we will stop doing all these boring things and get on with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94202422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94202422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94202422' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-94185206</id><published>2003-05-11T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T21:53:55.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mayawati RajA couple of months ago, I had gone to Parivartan Chowk in Lucknow. Recently, they have put up 5-6 statues there. The statues are rather small when you compare them with normal statues. I was a bit curious and looked at the base of these statues to find out the identity of these unfortunate people. (Come on, do you think putting up these statues pleases anyone but the sparrows and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94185206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/94185206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94185206' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-93920453</id><published>2003-05-07T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T04:16:54.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew!!!!!!!!!!!Finally, the CA Final Exams are over. Though, I don’t know whether it is the final time I am appearing for them. Since I have joined this profession, I have always heard a lot of criticism about the Chartered Accountants. Whenever there is a fraud and whenever there is a corporate scandal, the fingers are pointed at the poor chartered accountant of the company. I am writing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/93920453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/93920453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93920453' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-93289835</id><published>2003-04-26T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T03:21:46.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kodak MomentsSometimes, as the life is whizzing past you, suddenly everything stands still. All the things that have happened to you make sense, right from the dumb clerks in the accounts department in your college to the time when you missed the food that you criticized so often at home. You notice that the humanity still exists even in the increasingly monotonous and mechanical world. It is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/93289835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/93289835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93289835' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-92969054</id><published>2003-04-20T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T23:12:28.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top ten ways of getting kicked out of Loksabha/Vidhansabha:10. No, please complete your argument first. Let me listen to what you have to say.  9. Sir, I have a proposal to link our payments with our performance.  8. Sir, we are wasting too much time here. Why not deduct the cost from our        salaries?  7. I think we are spending too much on the security of MPs.  6. Hands up!!!!! ……</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92969054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92969054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92969054' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-92880143</id><published>2003-04-19T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T01:30:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An idea!Today, I am going to talk about politics. There was a time when I was very interested in politics. In those days, I was a fanatic supporter of BJP. I used to read all the magazines and periodicals that were pro-BJP. People who talked with me used to admire the fact that this 12-year-old reads so much, knows so much about the Indian politics. But soon all my enthusiasm, my belief in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92880143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92880143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92880143' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-92643172</id><published>2003-04-15T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T06:27:06.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Picchur, the PhillumYou must have read about the Picchur, the Phillum on Gaurav’s website. (www.gauravsabnis.blogspot.com) If you haven’t, please do. For those, who do not have the time to visit the site, I can explain in a few words. It is the baap of all spoofs. It will ridicule all the clichés used in Hindi movies and try and make you laugh. There is one particularly funny scene about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92643172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92643172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92643172' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-92470174</id><published>2003-04-11T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T22:04:50.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You're Happy And You Know It Bomb Iraq If you cannot find Osama, bomb Iraq.If the markets are a drama, bomb Iraq.If the terrorists are Saudi,And your alibi is shoddy,And your tastes remain quite gaudy,Bomb Iraq. If you never were elected, bomb Iraq.If your mood is quite dejected, bomb Iraq.If you think that SUVs,Are the best thing since sliced cheese,And your father you must please</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92470174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92470174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92470174' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-92467409</id><published>2003-04-11T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T20:59:14.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The life is one funny ride. People are such funny animals. The other day, I was criticizing the US policies for attacking Iraq. Today, in my summer training, I am thinking how the company for which I am working can sell its products in Iraq. By the way, the company makes some products, which are useful in certain situations during the construction of roads, bridges and flyovers. Is this a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92467409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92467409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92467409' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-92140569</id><published>2003-04-07T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T03:28:17.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The beginning of the endThe war in Iraq is nearing its logical end. But this is not what the title of this particular post is referring to. I am referring to the end of United States of America.No, I am not joking at all. In fact, I am quite serious. Please read this and tell me if I am wrong in my assessment. The war against terror that Mr. Bush has started is turning out to be the war that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92140569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/92140569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92140569' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-91229957</id><published>2003-03-23T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T09:20:02.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why am I happy even after the comprehensive defeat of the Indian team? Why was I happy when the rain stopped and the match began again?Well, I guess I am not alone! A lot of my friends here in IIM Lucknow expressed similar sentiments. I am proud of my team. They played some absolutely wonderful cricket and we should welcome them just the way we would have, had they won the cup. However, this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/91229957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/91229957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91229957' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-90928419</id><published>2003-03-18T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T07:56:39.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>	A couple of weeks ago, I witnessed something incredible. It was one of the most destructive weapons ever made by the mankind. For this, I will always remain grateful to Mr. Sunil Joshi, my learned friend from Pune.	We were discussing some topic. Suddenly, Mr. Joshi made a statement that was absolutely baseless. I immediately jumped into the fray and dared him to prove it. He looked baffled at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/90928419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/90928419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90928419' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-90848168</id><published>2003-03-17T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T02:34:22.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>          Life is tough, really tough. One has to get educated, get married, find a job, raise kids and do a lot more things. In the heaven above, the God was watching all these activities with interest. He felt that there was not any challenge left in the human life, especially in the lives of people like me.         He smiled with sadistic pleasure and said “You just wait, kid!”         The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/90848168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/90848168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90848168' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-89176159</id><published>2003-02-15T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T22:25:00.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seeking Responses in Times of Uncertainty________________________________________________“So, what have you been doing all your life?”“I built a business empire from scratch. I had nothing to start with. All I had was an idea and the confidence that I can make it work. This is something I am very proud of.”“So, what was your big idea?”“I always felt that if a company concentrates in one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/89176159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/89176159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89176159' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-83588799</id><published>2002-10-27T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T02:55:50.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi,    For last couple of weeks , I have been thinking a lot about the state of affairs in India as of today. If you have read my last three blogs, this statement would come as a great shock to you. Why on earth does a PJ king want to venture into these areas?   Hmmmmmmmmm....   The answer to that is what I have written so far represents only one facet of my personality. This is not Pushkar, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/83588799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/83588799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83588799' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-83397588</id><published>2002-10-23T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T02:59:08.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HI, well. its been a long time. certainly shows why i am considered to be a very lazy person! but the reason is exactly opposite. it shows that i did not have time even for one of my favourite passtimes. that is to attack unsuspecting humans with harsh PJs(poor jokes for the uninitiated) ( and , of course, untouched by the sword of my jokes)well, when we talk about swords and jokes, it is very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/83397588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/83397588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83397588' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-81178585</id><published>2002-09-04T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T23:52:59.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi again!I am feeling absolutely rejuvenated after my assualt on u guys yesterday. Suddenly i find that my creativity has found new victims.I am now a global player!Well, at the institute of maanagement where i am learning (?) at the moment, the term "globe" is used as a substitute for all managerial crap that all professors or students who dont sleep during the class keep on piling on us. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/81178585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/81178585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81178585' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3757335.post-81177929</id><published>2002-09-04T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T23:25:08.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You must be wondering why on earth am i writing this one! you must be thinking that "hey, isn't it a contradiction in term? this guy is writing this himself, instead of outsourcing it" but wait! i have a very simple explanation. but , u know how difficult it is to be simple. so i ll stay on the path of simplicity and give a difficult explanation. oh , who cares anyway. what matters is that i am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/81177929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3757335/posts/default/81177929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zastereo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81177929' title=''/><author><name>The Consultant</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04291992490469316295</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></entry></feed>
