<?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-6775081618995875832</id><updated>2011-12-28T13:47:24.597-08:00</updated><category term='sanjeev'/><category term='DevD'/><category term='flash'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='magic'/><category term='move on'/><category term='Narin'/><category term='College Library'/><category term='Shiva my Lord'/><category term='himachal'/><category term='Fluid Mechanics'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Assignments'/><category term='phone'/><category term='logo'/><category term='corporate'/><category term='caricture'/><category term='Photoshop'/><category term='celebrify look-alike'/><category term='arjun'/><category term='Web Design'/><category term='Photo Gallery'/><category term='Of course I love you'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='lal-tain baba'/><category term='Grave'/><category term='Physics Lab'/><category term='hanuman'/><category term='tarun'/><category term='auto rickshaw'/><category term='Poo&apos;s marriage'/><category term='men are dogs'/><category term='sushant'/><category term='cartoon'/><category term='Slumdog Millionaire'/><category term='sketch'/><category term='kapil'/><category term='Computer Labs'/><category term='Exam'/><category term='india'/><category term='book'/><category term='kangraValley'/><category term='kangraChannel'/><category term='remote control'/><category term='directions'/><category term='movie'/><category term='RadheShyam'/><category term='sunlight'/><category term='Ravjot'/><category term='Web Designs'/><category term='episode'/><category term='vaibhav'/><category term='holi'/><category term='gappuKallu'/><category term='GKM'/><category term='Transport'/><category term='Vishnu'/><category term='Agents of Satan'/><category term='love'/><category term='inkspace'/><category term='Krishna Balraam'/><category term='Mess'/><category term='management'/><category term='EE Lab'/><title type='text'>Carton of the cartoon</title><subtitle type='html'>... a view of world through a cartoon's eye</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-4536193958245604724</id><published>2011-01-15T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T08:02:44.185-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sushant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caricture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lal-tain baba'/><title type='text'>Just being nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;There was a person from Bihar, named 'Bhola', who used to work for my grandfather. He worked for more than forty years as a servile to my grandfather. During this time, he visited his own home in Bihar only eight times. The maximum number of days he was allowed to spend in Bihar were fifteen, which he availed only once, for his daughter's marriage. Most of the times he was called back from his home before the end of his approved vacation time. I once asked my grandfather that why Bhola is not allowed to spend time with his family at his home. My grandfather answered, '&lt;i&gt;Naukro ko naukro ki tarah rakhna chahiye. Agar hum ise jayada cchoot de denge to yeh bhag jayega.&lt;/i&gt;' [Servants should be treated like servants. If we'll loosen him he'll run away]. I felt like my grandfather was not talking about a person, instead he was talking about some domestic animal, which always should be kept in chains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Bhola was never respected. He was always at the recieving end of scolding. I have always seen him busy in some kind of hard work. He was always presented with some work even if that work was useless. He used to redo things too many times just because there was a change in my grandfather's mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I never saw Bhola angry. He was always polite, always looking at his feet while talking to anybody (even to me although I was very much younger than him).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My grandfather is no more now and Bhola is a rich man who lives in Bihar with his family couting his last days. I just wish that this kind of work culture should have gone along with my grandfather.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TTHC_fwDuYI/AAAAAAAABJU/DPCFzQgnrVo/s1600/laltern+Baba.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TTHC_fwDuYI/AAAAAAAABJU/DPCFzQgnrVo/s320/laltern+Baba.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The caricature which I am posting this time is that of 'Lal-tain baba'. He was a special character in the play which we played once in our college. It was an instant hit. I still feel proud that I was a major part of that play. Lal-tain baba, played by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999128732009276214"&gt;Sushant Kaul&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;was an interlude, but I still remember that people were laughing most when he was on stage. The great entertainer. God bless him!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-4536193958245604724?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/4536193958245604724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=4536193958245604724' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4536193958245604724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4536193958245604724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-being-nostalgic.html' title='Just being nostalgic'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TTHC_fwDuYI/AAAAAAAABJU/DPCFzQgnrVo/s72-c/laltern+Baba.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-2523527484014061219</id><published>2010-09-22T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:24:23.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caricture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tarun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flash'/><title type='text'>Tarun Flashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TJpJouGSwgI/AAAAAAAABIo/45DFhL2H_zE/s1600/tm2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TJpJouGSwgI/AAAAAAAABIo/45DFhL2H_zE/s320/tm2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519805257213985282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comments. huh? Hmm... that means nobody reads my blog anymore. No problem! that won't stop me from blogging. I'll keep doing that. Today, I have picked up Tarun's caricature from my carton to display you. I have just finished it. Comments awaited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-2523527484014061219?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/2523527484014061219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=2523527484014061219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2523527484014061219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2523527484014061219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2010/09/tarun-flashed.html' title='Tarun Flashed'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TJpJouGSwgI/AAAAAAAABIo/45DFhL2H_zE/s72-c/tm2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-947508998893927862</id><published>2010-09-19T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T11:02:07.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caricture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flash'/><title type='text'>CarTOONed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TJZPCyu9qrI/AAAAAAAABIc/AR2hFMpE8Hs/s1600/ad.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TJZPCyu9qrI/AAAAAAAABIc/AR2hFMpE8Hs/s320/ad.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518685302786206386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macromedia &lt;a href="http://www.adobe.com/products/flash/"&gt;Flash&lt;/a&gt; is one of my favorite tools. After a long time I got chance to do my favorite thing using this tool. Drawing. Although drawing on a software is not as awesome as it is on a paper with a pen, but yes the fun is very much similar. I'll try to post some step by step tutorial to do so sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all you guys be ready, because after me now it is your turn to be tooned. I'm not sure who is next, but one by one I'm gonna toon you all. Sounds like I have become a magician who is ready to jinx you all. I know I suck at metaphors, but I'm sure you got my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-947508998893927862?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/947508998893927862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=947508998893927862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/947508998893927862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/947508998893927862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2010/09/cartooned.html' title='CarTOONed'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TJZPCyu9qrI/AAAAAAAABIc/AR2hFMpE8Hs/s72-c/ad.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-636019635470241047</id><published>2010-07-22T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T20:05:20.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inkspace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logo'/><title type='text'>Carton of the cartoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TEkFc31iOII/AAAAAAAABIA/DnCVw9pm66k/s1600/Carton.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TEkFc31iOII/AAAAAAAABIA/DnCVw9pm66k/s320/Carton.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496930813765367938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried my hands on &lt;a href="http://inkscape.org/index.php?lang=en"&gt;Inkspace&lt;/a&gt;. It's an open source vector image manipulation software. There are number of step by step tutorials over &lt;a href="http://inkscapetutorials.wordpress.com/"&gt;there&lt;/a&gt;. I have followed one of these &lt;a href="http://vector.tutsplus.com/tutorials/icon-design/use-inkscape-to-create-a-grunge-rss-box-icon/"&gt;tutorial&lt;/a&gt;s and came up with the logo for my blog. Hope you like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-636019635470241047?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/636019635470241047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=636019635470241047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/636019635470241047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/636019635470241047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2010/07/carton-of-cartoon.html' title='Carton of the cartoon'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TEkFc31iOII/AAAAAAAABIA/DnCVw9pm66k/s72-c/Carton.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-7963275094869665792</id><published>2010-05-28T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T01:19:07.952-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gappuKallu'/><title type='text'>Gappu aur Kallu ki mulakat - Episode Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everytime they meet an episode is created. I hope you have liked &lt;a href="http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/08/gappu-aur-kallu-ki-mulakat-episode-one.html"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_760070157"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Episode One&lt;span id="goog_760070158"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/09/gappu-kallu-meet-chinks.html"&gt;Episode Two&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So Kallu and Gappu meet again. Kallu is going to  be married and is in his courtship period while Gappu as always is his  best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Man! my marriage is not going to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu:  Damn! That was a very immense statement. What happened bro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: It was my birthday yesterday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: It was your birthday yesterday???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: Yeah! It was...and like always you forgot it my  BEST FRIEND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: Oh! Happy Birthday Man!  Where’s my party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu gives Gappu a look.  Normally guys don’t understand looks. But this one was very much clear  to Gappu. It said something like, “One more word and you are a dead  man.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: Ok, so what happened with Meenu?  Did you saw some very hot chick on your birthday who was ready to go  down on the very first night and now you are having second thoughts  about your marriage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: No ass! It’s  nothing like that. I’m an honest man and I love Meenu a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: Bah! Love ! Ha Ha... anyways, what’s the scoop  here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: Meenu spent whole day with me and  night too, I was forbidden to meet any of my friends on that day, not  even you. My cell phone was off and all she gifted me was a big teddy  bear and 2 black chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu (with  surprised look): She was with you the whole night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: Shut Up Gappu! You are not listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: Oh Ok! So what’s the deal! She gifted you  something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: A TEDDY-BEAR and some  fuckin’ chocolate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: yeah.. YEAH???  What??? She gifted you girly gifts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu:  Yes! Even on MY birthday, she was pleasing herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: That means you were not able to make it  throughout the night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: What difference  it makes? She’s my fiancée and we are going to make it soon... after  marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: ...which you think is not  going to work, because she gifted you some damn soft-toy...huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: Man! She claims that she cares for me, but the  truth is she cares only for her. She only wants me to care for her, to  leave everything else and placate her. I’m done with it, I have a life  to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: Hmmm! What are you thinking of  presenting her, on your ‘&lt;i&gt;suhaag-raat&lt;/i&gt;’ [wedding night]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: You present some gift on ‘suhaag-raat’  also?? What for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: It’s known as  ‘&lt;i&gt;muh-dikhayi&lt;/i&gt;’. You have to do it before removing her ‘&lt;i&gt;ghunghat&lt;/i&gt;’. Otherwise you are not going to have 'that'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: Oh really!!! Damn these customs.  Hmm... lemme think of a gift. What about a camera? It will be useful,  throughout life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: Don’t you  think it’s ‘a guy thing’?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: ya!  But I’ll capture her images too in that camera. Our memories .. .you  know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: See! This is human. We all try to gift to our loved ones  what we want to get. It’s a human way of telling your loved ones that  this is what would make you happy. For example, if a girl is showing you  care she wants you to care for her more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: Care for her all of the time!!! 24 X 7 what am I? Her  Mama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: Ya! Girls are a bit  crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: Yes Girls ARE CRAZY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: ...but that’s what makes them  interesting subject. That’s why we like them. What say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(giggling)  yeah! Love ‘em.... Oops! ‘Her’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu:  So you gonna marry 'her'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: Damn  yes man! what do you think? I was just fed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: So you are ready to spend your whole life with her, even  if she doesn't make 'that' with you through out your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: That's not gonna happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: How can you be sure? She didn't make  it on the night of your birthday... Your night.. you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Kallu: Shut Up Gappu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gappu: OK! you 'love' her. :)... for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TACrfa0Z-fI/AAAAAAAABHE/IJk9WvPDbP0/s1600/sadGirl.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476565703145945586" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TACrfa0Z-fI/AAAAAAAABHE/IJk9WvPDbP0/s320/sadGirl.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 234px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In this sketch I did another attempt to  figure out a girl. This time a more serious sketch but definitely not a  best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-7963275094869665792?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/7963275094869665792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=7963275094869665792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/7963275094869665792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/7963275094869665792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2010/05/gappu-aur-kallu-ki-mulakat.html' title='Gappu aur Kallu ki mulakat - Episode Three'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TACrfa0Z-fI/AAAAAAAABHE/IJk9WvPDbP0/s72-c/sadGirl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-2530683337490645108</id><published>2010-05-28T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T12:24:50.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='auto rickshaw'/><title type='text'>Auto-rickshaw Diaries - One</title><content type='html'>Two girls, really fat girls, were sitting across in the auto-rickshaw lately. They saw a girl with well maintained figure across the road. One said,"Too skinny". Other said,"Yeah". First One said,"My doctor says that I am having exact weight and shape what a girl of my age should have." She was a college going girl and mind it she was overweight, too much overweight. Other one chimed in like,"Of course you are. I yesterday had my weight done and I am just 50Kgs." Blow me down! that girl was nothing less than 80 Kgs. Ok I exaggerated; she was about 70 Kgs. Then they looked at me and said in unison,"So what if we've some baby-fat, we are cute".&lt;br /&gt;Then a thought came to my mind. We all keep lying to hide our incapability or our weaknesses. We 'ALL' do it. Either by getting defensive or by getting aggressive, by doing self-pity or by self-importance, we all display a dishonest attitude towards our own-selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TACcTbUXTgI/AAAAAAAABG4/-jKqK7aCfJI/s1600/girly.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TACcTbUXTgI/AAAAAAAABG4/-jKqK7aCfJI/s320/girly.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476549004447141378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it difficult to sketch girls. One of the beautiful creations by the almighty. But in this piece of mine, I have tried to create a girl cartoon. Hope you people like it. Do let me know your views.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-2530683337490645108?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/2530683337490645108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=2530683337490645108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2530683337490645108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2530683337490645108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2010/05/auto-rikhshaw-diaries-one.html' title='Auto-rickshaw Diaries - One'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/TACcTbUXTgI/AAAAAAAABG4/-jKqK7aCfJI/s72-c/girly.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-2940572698690656988</id><published>2010-02-28T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T11:16:43.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>We are the magicians</title><content type='html'>We are all fascinated by the magic... by miracles. We all know that  everybody else gets impressed by the magic. We all want to do the magic.  That's why we keep telling people,"See! I did it" but we always try to  hide,"How?". Because that is the trick. And if that trick is told then  the magic is gone. You would NOT be considered wizard.&lt;br /&gt;If the boss  assigns a work and stand over your head, you'll not be able to perform.  Nobody wants to be monitored. Because that ruins the trick. Everybody  wants to say,"Assign work and I'll give the results". Everybody wants to  keep the secret within. The secret of converting task to result.&lt;br /&gt;If  your loved one asks you,"How do you know that chocolate is my favorite?"  You'll never say,"It is liked by every girl" or you won't tell,"It was  just a coincidence". You'll tell her,"I just know you". You were just  being the magician hiding the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to be the  magician, the dexterous wizard. Those who don't want to be wizards,  become spectators in this arena called life. Much better wizard means,  you know more tricks than others. More tricks you know, more successful  you are. More success... more magic.&lt;br /&gt;We see magic in our daily life.  We see children growing. We see trees  getting taller. Flowers  blossoming everywhere around us. But we are so  blind to appreciate this  magic. Magic is everywhere around. We are just busy enough to  appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/S4q-xop8CDI/AAAAAAAABFo/EvyL9sbFvts/s1600-h/Holi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/S4q-xop8CDI/AAAAAAAABFo/EvyL9sbFvts/s320/Holi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443372859566852146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  drew this sketch on a whiteboard in the office while having a Hi-Tea  Party in the celebration for Holi. It was less than 5 minutes effort.  I'll try to convert it into vector-image soon, may be after holi. By the  way, it's today... Happy HOLI!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-2940572698690656988?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/2940572698690656988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=2940572698690656988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2940572698690656988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2940572698690656988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-are-magicians.html' title='We are the magicians'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/S4q-xop8CDI/AAAAAAAABFo/EvyL9sbFvts/s72-c/Holi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-8038705721870060693</id><published>2009-12-17T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T12:31:29.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kapil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Two marriages in a row</title><content type='html'>It's been long since I have entered any post on my blog. So where was I busy? Hmm... forget that, lets see what's new. It was a marriage season. We Hindus are married in slots. In specific months of each year on very specific dates. We do not have a privilege to choose a suitable Sunday and get married in an hour. Our marriages are 'hoolah over the moolah'. I hate them. Why? Number one, they are very long. some marriages take three-four days and sleepless nights or even more to complete. Number two, they are expensive, mind it, very very expensive. Only the garlands over grooms neck are worth hundred-thousands. Number three, they are loud and crowdy. Number four, free-food and free-wine, provoke people to shout, dirty dance and fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... I didn't get married. Actually I attended marriages of two of my best pals this month. Kapil and Narin, both are married now ['separately' for those who picked up their eyebrows. You should know that Rule 377 has been decriminalized :P]. Gone are the days, when they could gaze any girl  top-to-bottom on the way and pass a comment over their assets. Gone are the days, when they could spend nights roaming around the city doing nothing important. Gone are the days, when they could fight with anybody in town just because he had squinted their friend. Gone are the days, when they could take the calls from anybody, at any hour of the day or night. Gone are the days of girl friends, of go-crazy-get-together's. Now their booze will be counted, their hours out of home will be kept record of. They'll have to give reasons for every decision they make. They'll now have to decide the colors for the things they haven't thought of ever. But this all is worth doing as they have got their better halves to complete themselves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to forget that Kapil lost his 'wedding ring' just two days before his marriage and that he made me to shovel a big heap of concrete with bare hands to find that ring. I lost six precious hours of my precious life to find that precious piece of gold and diamond. I guess that was also worth it :) I just wish I never ever have to search for anything else related to his married life.  It was one of the marriages where the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dulha&lt;/span&gt;' (groom) was dancing alone on the Dance Floor. Nobody can match Kapil when he dances in mood, so he was left alone at a time. God bless him and Mili :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narin's marriage was one of the most ostentatious marriage I have ever seen. It was a typical Punjabi-marriage. There were Loads of edibles, Rivers of liquor, multiple cuisines, dancers in skimpy-skimpy clothes, charmers, pyro-performers, fountains of rose petals, fat men packed in suits that doesn't fit their size and beautiful ladies with ready-to-explode-bossoms.  Narin and Meenal were looking awesome on the revolving stage under the shower of roses. God bless them too. I'm never going to forget how Narin was trying hard to make Meenal dance :P he he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage season is proportional to illness. I also spent one week in bed due to this seasonal fever. I'm lucky I wasn't listed in this slot. Next slot will take at least six months, that means I still have atleast six months of freedom. Yes Guys! whether you want to accept it in front of your ladies, but you all know that man is free only when he is bachelor. So be envious of me :) he he till I join you &lt;span&gt; jailbirds :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sketch this time. A lot of turbulence is going on in every front of the life, I'll try to sketch up something pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-8038705721870060693?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/8038705721870060693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=8038705721870060693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8038705721870060693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8038705721870060693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-marriages-in-row.html' title='Two marriages in a row'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-4047963039614831424</id><published>2009-09-22T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T03:37:12.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corporate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gappuKallu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Gappu aur Kallu ki mulakat - Episode Two</title><content type='html'>Ok! so you guys like them in &lt;a href="http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/08/gappu-aur-kallu-ki-mulakat-episode-one.html"&gt;EPISODE ONE&lt;/a&gt;... well! first of all a lot of thanks for your lovely comments. Gappu and Kallu also have a friend named 'Chinks'. She is not as happening as her friends are but still a character is a character. So let me present to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPISODE TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chinks is sitting on a bench in park. Her head hanging down. She has headphones of her iPod in her ears. Gappu and Kallu come to her]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Hey Sweets! why are you looking like someone has hung a watermelon to your neck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: sigh&lt;sigh&gt;!!&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: What happened Chinks? Why are you sighing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: Please leave me alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: I guess she had a fight with her boy-friend again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: [shouting] I haven't talked to him since ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;Kallu: And how many days are there in those ages?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: [sadly] five months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Five months??? Gimme a break gal! are you still sad for the same guy. Come On! forget him! five months is a big time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Hey! don't be so rude... but Chinks he has got a point... you should move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: No! I have tried everything to forget him... but I just can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;Gappu: Hey! I reckon I should bring my videocam she is about to cry Ha! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;Kallu: Shutup! Gappu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kallu sits besides Chinks and pull off her headphones]&lt;br /&gt;Chinks! first of all stop listening to the songs which you have sung or heard together or dedicated to each other. Any song which reminds of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: All the songs remind of him&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Come On babe! your iPod needs a break. Even it's bored by your songs. You need a new playlist. Fill your jukebox with 'I'll survive' by 'Gloria Gayno' or 'Party like a rockstar' by '&lt;/sigh&gt;Shop Boyz'. Start listening to hip-hop or dance numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Yes! Change your playlist... stop listening to what reminds of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: ...but he is everywhere. All the faces seem like him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;Gappu: because you are finding him. Still searching for him... Still hoping that he'll come around and say 'hey baby! wanna mingle?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Mind it! he's not coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: No! I don't want to hear it. If I had one more chance. If I could talk to him one 'last' time. I would do anything to have him back&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: There is nothing like 'last conversation'. You can just start it all over again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: yes! I want to start it all over again... I want to erase all the mistakes... I just want to hold him one last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: ... timeout! there is no back-gear. If, by any darn chance he comes back... then you both are going to repeat the same mistakes and after few months we'll again be having similar kind of discussion. Accept it hon! it's over&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: No! I saw him. he was sitting alone and very sad in his class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Are you spying on him? still... He could be sad for any damn reason or may be he was not , he seemed sad to you becuase you wanted to see this. It's about six months honey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks:...no 'five'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: ...whatever... if you could have done something about it, you alr&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;eady would have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Yes dear! Gappu's harsh but right. You are running behind shadows. There is no happiness there. Forget him... move on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: It's easy for you to say... but I'm the one  who is in pain. Anywhere I go, I find myself sitting besides him, I find myself talking to him,  conversating with myself when no one is around, even now I can feel him sitting besides me on this very bench where we sat when we dated for the third time and then it occurs to me, that he.. is... gone... he left me... It's like... one of my body part has been ripped off...&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and then 'it' happened, what Kallu was afraid of. Gappu missed his videocam. Chinks started crying]&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Chinks! this is the time to make memories... not to endure them. There will be a time in your life when you'll laugh at these moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Yes! come out... make new memories in the same places. Throw some bashing parties in all those places where you still see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;Kallu: Yeah! like from now on... remember this is the bench where you thought about him for the last time. Spend more quality time with your parents, with your siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu:...with us... your friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Yeah! go spendin'! buy too many gifts for everyone and anyone. Try to be funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: I'm not funny. Actually I am not happy even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: ...then pretend. You know once a priest had a chance &lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;to meet the Pope. He asked,"Father! I m loosing faith in lord. How could I tell other people to have faith when I am not having it myself". You know what Pope said? He said,"Fake it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Yes! if you are not brave, pretend it... no body can tell the difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Try to solve other people's proplems. Be a 'love guru'... now that you are hurt in love, you got more experience and more in-depth knowledge about so called 'love'. Use it for better good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: Whenever I see a couple I feel more alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;Kallu: Next time smile at them and wish them luck. Believe me they are gonna need it :) as... everybody is having a complicated relationship... those who are with somebody want to feel the freedom.. and those who are without somebody want to be tied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: You know one always have power to put the weight down, no matter how much heavy it is. Life has a purpose and if you are not doing something about your purpose, you are wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Recently I had a chat with an old friend, he told me that he has broken his guitar, because it used to remind him of her. I don't suggest you to do something that aggressive, it was his way of moving on, but if it helps then go for it.&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Yes! don't try to find what he is doing. just think he is happy and boozing hard with his friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: How could he be happy when I am sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Helloo! you are not connected now... Ok... you never were... He is a free animal now... He is happy or whatever you just don't care.. you just should not care. If he is not with you, then he's just not worth it. It's only your libido which is raging. World is full of guys honey! the boy-girl sex ratio is 10 isto 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;Chinks: [angrily] What are you suggesting, should I go and hit on every guy I find on my way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: No! Chinks! what he is suggesting is that you have to keep sending a message to your head that you are more free and happy. Just open yourself and be ready to accept whatever life is going to gift you. Trust me you got a lot in your kitty, you are just ignoring it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: yeah! you could concentrate on your career&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: I don't feel like doing anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Stop scratching your wounds... give them time to get healed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Yeah! someone told me once...'no pain can last forever'. Time is a big healer. You can also try joining some Yoga classes or any kind of other spiritual hoolah for the moolah. It helps... I can bet on that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;Kallu: Point is... just get envolved in anything and everything ... Life is short, don't waste it dear on something which is not worth it... Move On! Delete his number from all of your contact lists. Don't text him, don't email him, don't call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: No! No! call him one last time and abuse him, as bad as you can or want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: I won't suggest that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Like anything else, bad days are also temporary. You've already wasted six months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: ...Five...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: ...yeah! whatever, in this time you could have lost 1o kilos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks: What??? Do I look fat?&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Not a bit chick! what are you doing tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinks and Kallu simultaneously: SHUT UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Srkns5YhmWI/AAAAAAAABEs/UZXM_tk_O2s/s1600-h/Corporate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Srkns5YhmWI/AAAAAAAABEs/UZXM_tk_O2s/s320/Corporate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384378481769552226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sigh&gt;He! he! I hope you liked the episode two too. Anyways, if you are in the corporate world, then atleast you are definitely going to like the cartoon which I have brought out this time out of my carton. Job culture is disgusting everywhere. I sometimes think that this department known as 'Management' is an overhead. But as Gappu and Kallu told Chinks, if you are fed up of a job (or are frustrated by a relation which didn't work out)... shoot it out... just remember to give it your best shot... once you are conviced that you have honestly done whatever you could to save it... then its the time to come out... to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sigh&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-4047963039614831424?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/4047963039614831424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=4047963039614831424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4047963039614831424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4047963039614831424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/09/gappu-kallu-meet-chinks.html' title='Gappu aur Kallu ki mulakat - Episode Two'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Srkns5YhmWI/AAAAAAAABEs/UZXM_tk_O2s/s72-c/Corporate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-7421878368475000933</id><published>2009-09-12T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T01:15:30.460-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RadheShyam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>You care for a man... Let him plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;So it all happened a few days ago, when a friend of mine came to meet me after a very long time. We were together for about one and a half hours. Through out the time, either she was talking over the phone or she was text-ing messages on the phone, we even said our goodbyes while she was talking over phone. I didn't show her, but honestly it pissed me off. And I was not the only person who was getting irritated, the person on the other side of the phone would also be in the same agony. Actually she was insisting her boy-friend (person on other side of phone) to come to Noida from Shahdra(Delhi) at about 8 PM, just to pick her to Dhaula Kuan, the other end of Delhi. When she told me this, I was like 'What the F?" I said," You want a person to cross the traffic of Delhi at the peak hour, just to be your driver? Plus he is not nearby, he would be coming from about 20 KM, then he'll take you to some place which is about 2 hours run from here wihtout traffice jams. When would 'he' reach back his home?"&lt;br /&gt;But it was none of her concern, she said calmy,"This is love. If he loves me, he'll do that. Atleast we'll meet."&lt;br /&gt;Girls! take my advice. Being a guy I can tell you, this is one of the most torturous thing a girl can do to a guy. Testing his love by these filthy means. Think rational. How can you expect a person, who has attended the office throughout the day, to travel for about 5 hours just to meet you. Plus what do you expect this meeting would be like? It would be full of fighting and irritation, a blame-game. Then you girls say you 'care'. If this is care, then I would like to be harsh to say that you girls only care to call, to text, to talk, to meet, to cuddle, to carress, to tease, to satify your libido, to test his patience and to test his love. You don't care about 'him'.&lt;br /&gt;If you girls claim that you care, then let him plan. Don't try to control him, just be controlled and he'll be controlled by you :) Ya! I know it sounds very complex. But so are relationships. I read somewhere that in a relationship, just 'Have a heart'. To take this advice, just 'Have a big heart' and let him do what he wants to and pretty soon he'll be doing what you have always wanted... and that also for life. Trust me on that!&lt;br /&gt;One more thing, I know women are multi-tasking, but please keep your this skill aside when you have come to meet a guy. Better if you remember this next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SquXMGNdz1I/AAAAAAAABEg/1XH68Myim_E/s1600-h/RadheShyam-2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380560413905506130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SquXMGNdz1I/AAAAAAAABEg/1XH68Myim_E/s320/RadheShyam-2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I created this picture of Radha and Shyam, a long time ago, but as I was ill yesterday and had a lot of time, I filled in some pencil colors and am presenting now, first colorful sketch out of my carton.  Hare Krishna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-7421878368475000933?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/7421878368475000933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=7421878368475000933' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/7421878368475000933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/7421878368475000933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-care-for-man-let-him-plan.html' title='You care for a man... Let him plan'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SquXMGNdz1I/AAAAAAAABEg/1XH68Myim_E/s72-c/RadheShyam-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-1761365347556011536</id><published>2009-08-31T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T23:35:20.573-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='episode'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GKM'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men are dogs'/><title type='text'>Gappu Aur Kallu ki mulakat - Episode One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gappu aur Kallu ki mulakat&lt;/span&gt; means 'Rendezvous of Gappu and Kallu'. Hope you are going to enjoy it.  So here comes the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPISODE ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTERS:&lt;br /&gt;Kallu - A young guy who is going to be married soon to a girl of his parents choice (and now his own too)&lt;br /&gt;Gappu - Kallu's friend who is married for 3 years to a very very beautiful girl (who was his girl friend for 8 years before marriage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Spyq_cWfM6I/AAAAAAAABEM/p9jmOIAoNhk/s1600-h/GappuNkallu.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376360062092522402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Spyq_cWfM6I/AAAAAAAABEM/p9jmOIAoNhk/s320/GappuNkallu.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 246px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;[More on their characters in the episodes to come ;)This image has been created by &lt;a href="http://www.ambujjoshi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ambuj Joshi&lt;/a&gt;. You can visit his &lt;a href="http://www.ambujjoshi.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; anytime to appreciate more of his artwork]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACT:&lt;br /&gt;[Kallu and Gappu meet after a few months in market and start gossiping about different things]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Man! what have you told to Tikku about marriage, he's now scared to shit and have refused to marry for another five years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Don't laugh man! you're going to be married soon... then you'll be calling me from the bathroom and share your sad-stories with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: I don't understand... Sad stories??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Yes my dear friend! no matter how much beautiful your wife is, you are going to get bored of her in six months. You don't believe me, ask &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abhishek_Bacchan"&gt;Abhishek Bacchan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: What are you saying brother? I man can never get bored of his wife. After all a man's libido never dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Yes! but you can't eat same food daily to satisfy your appetite. For the first 2 months you are like one soul two bodies, always trying to be one body... all the time you are high, but after a period of six months a peck on a cheek is like climbing Mount Everest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: How come? What brings so much of a change in so less of a time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Her policing... Where are you? Have you taken lunch? When are you coming home? Are you drinking? Are you smoking? Are you with those filthy friends of yours? Have you bought the curtains I have asked you for? Are they of the same color? ... and a ton of more such shitty questions which leave you with no time for yourself. What am I... her pet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: But I guess this is because she cares? She loves you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: No... more than that she HATES the idea of me enjoying with somebody 'else'. I am sure, every once in a while a wife dreams of her husband in the arms of another hot chick and that is the moment when she calls you... just to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: (smirking) that means you go around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: (stoically) Do you think this little device (pointing towards cell phone) can let me go anywhere? Sometimes I think this thing has become another organ of mine. Bring me that jerk who invented this device. I severe, I'll kill him and if he is dead, I'll revive him to kill him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: I guess girls feel more secure when they are talking to a man over phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Security? Yeah! Telephone is an assurance that the man is still under your control. It's like a collar in the dog's neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Men are Dogs (Ha Ha Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu (laughs aloud) Yeah! so true. Stray dogs chained to their spouses (Ha Ha Ha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: I think bro! you create a lot of fiasco about the marriage. You're exaggerating, it's not as hard if you just care about her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Care? Let me screw your 'care' thing. Suppose you are roaming with her in a mall. She is wearing this really hot dress and her bosom is ready to come out any time. And then out of no where some punks pass by squinting at her assets and commenting the same way you used to do when you were in college. Then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: I'll try to ignore it, thinking that they are just kids, I've also done a lot of that shit while I was in college or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: No man! she is your lady... How can you ignore this? Where is your "care" man! She might be expecting something from you. She may want you to do 'something', after all you are her MAN. You should do something heroic... kind of save her from the bad guys. That's another fantasy every woman have... 'Her man fighting 10-20 guys to save her from any damn thing'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: I'll bash the guys up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Hey! you ain't superman. You can't fight everybody in the street. Like you said earlier, Men are Dogs. How many of them would you stray off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: I'll tell her not to waer such HOT dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Here... here you broke the ice... you blew the bubble here. Ha Ha. You can NEVER EVER tell her NOT to dress in a way she wants. This makes you narrow-minded... at least in her eyes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: (confusingly)This is very... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: There is more to it. Throughout the way she'll keep telling you, "that man is not dressed well" or "The dress of that boy is really cool" or "the girl is looking really cheap in that dress" BUT man if she catches you having even a glimpse of a chick around you... then God save you that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: You are exaggerating again Gappu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Not at all man! moreover if she is looking at a jewelry item or a footwear, then be sure that she wants you to give that item as a surprise gift to her, and that also before you want to go to bed with her next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: (slapping his hand in the air) Beat it man! She is the house-holder so what if she wants something. You should be generous enough to give that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: House-holder? Your own house becomes a hell once you are married. If your old ones have some problem with her, they'll never say this to her. They'll keep on squinting you or whispering in your ears, "Can't you handle her?", "Can't you tell her that this is not done". On the other hand, if she's not liking something about your mother, she'll not tell this to her mother-in-law, instead she'll tell you... YOU mother's son! What the 'F' man! Why don't they talk to each other directly, What am I? A kind of messenger or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Gappu! the thing is they both love you a lot, that's why they are both jealous of each other. it's quite normal... just feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: (throwing his hands up in the air) Yeah! the greatest irony of the life... Two females who claim to love you the most, make your life a living HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: Whatever you say brother, one can not live without marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Sounds like... One can not live without sex. But trust me man, sex has nothing to do with the marriage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: but love has...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Forget it! even 'love' has nothing to do with marriage. It's only a compromise. If two people, with nothing in common, just make themselves believe that "this is it, you have no way out, just bear it, keep smiling", then they are going to be called the good, happy couple. Otherwise, you know what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: I agree... but there is something where I disagree... You said love has nothing to do with it. I guess 'no', as a few months back I had to stay in the hospital as I met an accident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: Yes! I remember, I also visited you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kallu: ...Ya...there I saw a Man who was hardly more than 27 years, was having a number of multiple fractures through-out his body. And there was his wife, taking care of him, dressing him, feeding him and helping him in everything, as you could see he was not able to get out of his bed. Nobody was there to help her. Man's parents were too old to serve him. His siblings used to visit him often but... everybody is busy nowadays. She was about 24 or may be 25, but she was so selflessly serving her husband that I saw a lot of improvement in that man's condition in just a week. I stayed there for only one week. So what was it? Wasn't it love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gappu: These are the times for which we are forced by our parents to marry, if we are not interested in so called 'love' of our lives. Everybody is going to have ups and downs in the life. As human we are social animals, in our merry-times we need somebody to celebrate with and in our down-times we need somebody's shoulder to cry on. Friends are there, but they have their own lives, they can not be there forever. Parents grow old by the time you have to face the real difficulties of the life. At that time my dear friend! you feel the need for a partner. Who has time for you, shoulder for you plus the sex is bonus ;)&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you a little secret... Men don't love, they just can NEVER EVER love. Their logical brains just can NOT interpret such a complex-out-of-logic thing called 'love'. They just get responsible, more 'loyal'... as you said, 'Men are dogs'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SpwjfTvX5gI/AAAAAAAABEA/qXSdJNJSmKI/s1600-h/MonkeyBusiness.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376211075955418626" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SpwjfTvX5gI/AAAAAAAABEA/qXSdJNJSmKI/s320/MonkeyBusiness.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for keeping the patience to read this crap.  It's OK even if you haven't read it completely, atleast you can appreciate the sketch above. The sketch have many sweet-sour memories associated with it. I really adore this item of my carton. Hope you'll like it too. Don't forget to post comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link to &lt;a href="http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/09/gappu-kallu-meet-chinks.html"&gt;EPISODE TWO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-1761365347556011536?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/1761365347556011536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=1761365347556011536' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1761365347556011536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1761365347556011536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/08/gappu-aur-kallu-ki-mulakat-episode-one.html' title='Gappu Aur Kallu ki mulakat - Episode One'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Spyq_cWfM6I/AAAAAAAABEM/p9jmOIAoNhk/s72-c/GappuNkallu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-1516971690318945790</id><published>2009-08-05T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:36:27.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caricture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaibhav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remote control'/><title type='text'>Remote...control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well! I was watching television at Didi's place and noticed that whenever we are watching television in a group (read in family) then there is a continuous fight for 'the' remote control. Why so? What do you think why everybody wants to keep that small box in their own hands? I think because everybody craves for control. Everybody wants to control the television. Everybody loves power and that small box known as 'remote control' gives you a sense of power, a power to control. That reminds me of a thought which says that we all are controlled. We all are in the illusion that everything is in our control and we can control it. We think that we can control everything, but can we? Put every question aside, just answer a simple question, can you control yourself? Well I was looking at my picture which was just a decade old. I saw that I had too much of hair over my head at that time. I was so lean and so young. I see at that picture and felt like that kid is dead. I am never going to be the one which I was ten years ago. I can't control it. I can't control even myself. I am being controlled and that makes me nostalgic. We spend all of our lives to get a little more control over our lives. Every bit of time we try to control the people around us, people we love, people we despise. But the irony is we are running behind our own tails. We are being... remote controlled. I don't know by whom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Sn6KZBoi35I/AAAAAAAABDY/xnxS-xVuvQI/s1600-h/Vaibhav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Sn6KZBoi35I/AAAAAAAABDY/xnxS-xVuvQI/s320/Vaibhav.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367879968412065682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more I have tried my hands on caricature. This time again the target is one of my colleague. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vaibhav Sharma&lt;/span&gt; is in my team and I am honored to have him by my side. He is the angry chimp of my team especially when it comes to girls. He just can't stand them but can't even live without them. That's why is also known as 'The Terrorist'. A rash driver, a defected piece, a slide mind but overall a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-1516971690318945790?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/1516971690318945790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=1516971690318945790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1516971690318945790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1516971690318945790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/08/remotecontrol.html' title='Remote...control'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Sn6KZBoi35I/AAAAAAAABDY/xnxS-xVuvQI/s72-c/Vaibhav.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-1391950081784520348</id><published>2009-07-30T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T07:34:18.026-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arjun'/><title type='text'>A serious one</title><content type='html'>'Srimad Bhagwad Gita' is one of my favorite books. I was reading it lately and a thought crossed my mind that the terrorists who like to be called as '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jehadis&lt;/span&gt;' must be teaching the same things to their pupils. Sri Krishna kept telling Arjun to stand and fight throughout the tome. Arjun being a great warrior killed millions in that war. I wonder, if my favorite book can brain-wash some innocent child, into being a terrorist or like that. Then I reckon that, besides telling his friend to fight, the Lord also told Arjun to stand for the righteous, he also told him the deep secrets of life, the ultimate truths of soul and a lot more which only a person with the true wisdom can tell. So I conclude that 'Srimad Bhagwad Gita' is the book of an ultimate source of knowledge, now it depends on the person how he/she wants to take it. If you get brainwashed by reading a granth like this or Holy Quran or Bible then, it is you who is to be blamed or the person who taught you this. Sorry for being so serious. Next time I'll try to be more funny... more like... 'me'&lt;br /&gt;One Life... Why so serious? Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SnGvFhnr_9I/AAAAAAAABDE/qNsYyrCwnNU/s1600-h/Arjun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SnGvFhnr_9I/AAAAAAAABDE/qNsYyrCwnNU/s320/Arjun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364261140634009554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I am posting my version of 'Arjun'. Anatomically, this sketch is NOT as good, but I felt good when I drew it... that was a long time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-1391950081784520348?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/1391950081784520348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=1391950081784520348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1391950081784520348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1391950081784520348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/07/serious-one.html' title='A serious one'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SnGvFhnr_9I/AAAAAAAABDE/qNsYyrCwnNU/s72-c/Arjun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-6503743053879438084</id><published>2009-05-30T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:00:23.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web Designs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>So you got time to remember me?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever faced this situation? I am sure you must have? OK. So I called one of my friends after a long time and instead of telling me that how she was or asking me how I was, she started cursing me. "So you got time to remember me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haan Haan humein toh yaad hi nahi karta... hum toh dost hi nahi hain tere?&lt;/span&gt; [Ya Ya you don't remember me... I am not friend of yours]. We talked for about 5 minutes and all she did was to make me feel that I have done a terrible mistake by calling her.  I don't understand why people do so. Instead of spending the time in asking about the person, these people waste their own and other person's time in lamenting about the past. I have one relative of mine [I won't name her]. She and her daughter are dexterous in this thing. I hardly have a chance to talk to them on phone. And believe my word, I am thankful to lord that I don't talk to them much. But whenever you call them, they'll start with all this bullshit and they can give you loads of it. Whether you talk for 1 minute or 1 hour, you have to pass through this mental torture each and every time. Through out the call they'll complain you about how irresponsible or heartless person you are. Or how much they have missed you. Or why you haven't called. But tell me, if they have missed me so very much then why haven't THEY called. I guess people do this, because they don't want the other person to start this. Because whoever starts first holds the upper hand. The game goes like this I guess. I hate this. This way people don't show that they care a lot, instead they waste the little time they could have spent asking for the wellness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SiD0HOokA9I/AAAAAAAAA-U/klbtp8xu_dc/s1600-h/ANA_design_4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SiD0HOokA9I/AAAAAAAAA-U/klbtp8xu_dc/s320/ANA_design_4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341537563085898706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For quite some time, I was busy with the designing stuff and haven't got much time to draw. So this time, instead of any sketch, I am pasting some of the designs which got boxed down. These are in the trash-bin now and I am banging my head on my MacBook to churn out some new layouts. For a father, each of his children is equal, similarly for a creator, each of his creation is a master-piece. I don't expect you to like these pieces out of my carton... but your comments or critics are most welcome :) Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SiDzyP-Y0qI/AAAAAAAAA-E/i7Max7i7TE4/s1600-h/ANA_design_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SiDzyP-Y0qI/AAAAAAAAA-E/i7Max7i7TE4/s320/ANA_design_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341537202668622498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-6503743053879438084?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/6503743053879438084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=6503743053879438084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/6503743053879438084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/6503743053879438084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-you-got-time-to-remember-me.html' title='So you got time to remember me?'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SiD0HOokA9I/AAAAAAAAA-U/klbtp8xu_dc/s72-c/ANA_design_4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-8875573689100876459</id><published>2009-05-20T02:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T05:54:57.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'>India in 1835 and now in saggi jeans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/ShPQ_NxD8vI/AAAAAAAAA9k/WU0vSb2xbVQ/s1600-h/macaulay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/ShPQ_NxD8vI/AAAAAAAAA9k/WU0vSb2xbVQ/s320/macaulay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337839767809946354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more I encountered this piece of article... "India in 1835". I am proud that my India was having such a great culture. I was also reading an article in the newspaper which was related to 'saggy jeans' [Saggi jeans are the jeans which are even lower than the low-waist-jeans, so in a way they show most of your 'behind']. USA is going to ban those kind of jeans in their country. I hear it a lot that we Indians are following Americans all the time. We follow them in each and every kind of deed. They say the new generation is very much influenced by the western culture. Well I ask all my fellow Indians who is to be blamed? the new generation? Get Out!!! It's not the new kids who are to be blamed it's our ancestors. Our fathers, grandfathers, grand-grandfathers and forefathers, because they were the people who first fell for the western influence. If they were NOT influenced by the western culture back in the history, then our country would still have been a country rich of it's own culture. We have always been influenced by the western cultures since ages; so why blame new generations. The new generation is just following the legacy 'to follow the foreigners' which they have got in heritage. And I must say that they are following their forefathers very very honestly.&lt;br /&gt;But as they say,"An old man gives good advice in order to console himself for no longer being able to set a bad example." That's exactly what our old men are doing. They are cursing the new-generation, because they want to hide their own mistake of following the foreigners. If you say this is not true, then I ask you that why was I fined in the school for NOT speaking in English. I was punished because my past generation believes that anything which is foreign is good. Our parents or the people of their ages or beyond have always made us believe, that whatever is imported is more worthy. We are just following our parents like good kids. That's our culture.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-8875573689100876459?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/8875573689100876459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=8875573689100876459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8875573689100876459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8875573689100876459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/05/india-in-1835-and-now-in-saggi-jeans.html' title='India in 1835 and now in saggi jeans'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/ShPQ_NxD8vI/AAAAAAAAA9k/WU0vSb2xbVQ/s72-c/macaulay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-4083808024537708231</id><published>2009-04-20T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:17:19.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanuman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><title type='text'>A bumpy ride on the edge</title><content type='html'>One more Monday... Normally it's impossible to enter a blog entry on a Monday, as Mondays are the busiest of the days, but somehow I have got time today. I wanted to say 'Luckily I got time...', but the thing is that, in these days of recession having free time in office is a quite dangerous thing. If you are blogging and that too from the office then that means your job is definitely in jeopardy. But then, this is  life in a cartoon's way... 'A Bumpy Ride On The Edge'. A number of confusions, needs and compromises are going on but again this is life and I guess these 'things' are never going to seize, they will keep on coming, with different looks and different sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do, if you have got a complex mathematical equation to solve and you don't know the exact formula to solve it?&lt;br /&gt;Option A: Keep on doing hit and trail  to create your own formula&lt;br /&gt;Option B: Look towards your nearby sheet for help&lt;br /&gt;Option C: Leave the question and go out to have some air&lt;br /&gt;Option D: Leave the question and start whining (or crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question has nothing to do with Mathematics. This is a question which life presents us with everyday, ever moment. None of the options above is wrong, it's just that, whatever option we choose, defines our nature, our behavior, our ideas about living, or our... Attitude. Try to keep it positive. Have Luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SexKtAbO6rI/AAAAAAAAA80/cWrgenYl6Es/s1600-h/Hanuman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SexKtAbO6rI/AAAAAAAAA80/cWrgenYl6Es/s320/Hanuman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326714596341246642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The item which I have brought out of my carton today is again 'Hanuman' ji in some angry mood. I like drawing Bajrangbali because, He gives me too many options to explore. You can draw a great physique, can play with the hairs, can put some comic-put with the tail, you don't have to care much about face and above all, you get the blessings of the Lord. So go ahead and try it youself... Jai Bajrangbali :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-4083808024537708231?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/4083808024537708231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=4083808024537708231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4083808024537708231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4083808024537708231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/04/bumpy-ride-on-edge.html' title='A bumpy ride on the edge'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SexKtAbO6rI/AAAAAAAAA80/cWrgenYl6Es/s72-c/Hanuman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-168348981579823135</id><published>2009-04-13T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:22:43.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hanuman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sketch'/><title type='text'>Cartoon was busy lately</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I have added any entry to my blog... A lot happened during this period which kept me busy. My bro got hit [no.. no.. he's not a celebrity]. He just met an accident on 20th last month. I know he is a rash driver, but cursing him is not going to do any good to him or us. So lets cut the crap, he is now on bed with two screws in his left leg. Recovering fast... he's the man!&lt;br /&gt;I also went to Salasar, Rajasthan to pay my obeisances to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'balaji'&lt;/span&gt; and had my head shaved too ;) [don't give me a look like I have put shit on my head].&lt;br /&gt;Recession has affected the whole world. Sometimes I doubt that, is there really some slump going on or is it some kind of strategy which our so called 'bosses' have invented to fill in their pockets instead ot ours? Anyways this tragedy hit some of my chimps too :( There was a lots of politics, conspiracies, gossips, bitching and back-biting while all this laying off was going on and I was sincerly involved in all that. Ha! These all things have kept me busy lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SexM4bnqoyI/AAAAAAAAA9E/2ny3eyXowSs/s1600-h/Aman-Hanuman-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SexM4bnqoyI/AAAAAAAAA9E/2ny3eyXowSs/s320/Aman-Hanuman-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326716991642968866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew this while traveling to Salasar. I figured out that it's difficult to draw in a moving car. I 'll never try that again :P This time scanner didn't work as it used to and I used a different image editing software to clear the image. In conclusion, I messed this image up... but I wanted to share it, so enjoy and shoot me with your critics :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jai Bajrang bali!&lt;/span&gt; God Bless you All!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-168348981579823135?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/168348981579823135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=168348981579823135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/168348981579823135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/168348981579823135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/04/cartoon-was-busy-lately.html' title='Cartoon was busy lately'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SexM4bnqoyI/AAAAAAAAA9E/2ny3eyXowSs/s72-c/Aman-Hanuman-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-4635673662248914395</id><published>2009-03-03T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T05:36:53.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanjeev'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caricture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><title type='text'>Cartoon trying hands on caricature</title><content type='html'>Caricature (pronounced as CARE-ick-ture) is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portrait" title="Portrait"&gt;portrait&lt;/a&gt; that exaggerates or distorts the essence of a person or thing to create an easily identifiable visual likeness, or in literature, a description of a person using exaggeration of some characteristics and oversimplification of others.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I bumped into this cool &lt;a href="http://www.tomrichmond.com/caricatures.php"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; which was full of caricatures. I'm still drooling over it. I have always been a fan of cartoonists or specifically caricaturists since my childhood. I remember names like Shekhar Gurera, SaranDeep, Lata, R K Laxman, Ninan and many more which I have seen and waited for on the Newspapers and Magazines. I have loved their creations and was always impressed. So now I myself tried my hands on this form of art. Do tell me should I try more or do I really suck on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Sa0xXPD59QI/AAAAAAAAA8M/gYT0C5x5t0w/s1600-h/Sanjeev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Sa0xXPD59QI/AAAAAAAAA8M/gYT0C5x5t0w/s320/Sanjeev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308953810989348098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject which I have taken into account is my Sys-Ops guy. There is a word famous about him in our office. Whenever Sanjeev is on your seat, your machine is really in 'Danger' Ha! There is a very funny line related to Windows. "If the problem is small... Restart, and if it is big... Reinstall". I guess Sanjeev follows this too well ;) no offence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-4635673662248914395?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/4635673662248914395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=4635673662248914395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4635673662248914395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4635673662248914395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/03/cartoon-trying-hands-on-caricature.html' title='Cartoon trying hands on caricature'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Sa0xXPD59QI/AAAAAAAAA8M/gYT0C5x5t0w/s72-c/Sanjeev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-8172903142248802488</id><published>2009-02-27T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:27:02.998-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vishnu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I know love hurts... so what?</title><content type='html'>Once more, the same ol' topic of times...Love hurts... it hurts like anything... It gives you all the pain in the world, but then it's the fastest healer too. Ya! ya! I know time is the greatest healer... that's why I said 'fastest' not the greatest you dumbhead!. When I look around I find everybody in this pain. Everybody is hurt for the love of something or somebody. Vaibhav is ready to kill for it[not in the literal sense], Madhu is waiting for it,  Manveen has lost it[or found it? nevermind!] and even the macho-man Harry is sad due to this; It's all love. These all chimps sit and pretend to work in the same office in which I am. If you know that you have got your love [and I am NOT talking about your girlfriend/boyfriend only] at your side, then nothing can stop you from being happy. But does it last forever? I doubt that. But you know, we 'humans' are a bunch of hypocritical animals. Whenever love hurts us, we try to find it in some other things, in a way we all change our so called 'love' time to time, day by day, but then nobody can love something for ever. If it were true then I still would have been loving my 'toy-horse' which my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masiji&lt;/span&gt; [My Ma's sister] gifted me when I was three. 'Love' changes, we do it, to overcome the pain begetted by the last 'love' of ours.&lt;br /&gt;So guys if you think you are in real pain, then tell yourself, that it's time for a change. Start loving my blog [and post some 10 comments everyday] OTHERWISE do what I did, Go get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SahYZB0hf9I/AAAAAAAAA78/Y9L_6mxjlH8/s1600-h/Vishnu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SahYZB0hf9I/AAAAAAAAA78/Y9L_6mxjlH8/s320/Vishnu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307589347864838098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I am posting a religious kind of item. I drew this on the special suggestion of Vinay Thakur [another chimp!] when we were in the first year of B.Tech. I am posting 'Vishnu ji' this time because I really want him to bestow his blessings on you, so that you all can have the courage to claim your love or to start loving my blog. It's now your call!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-8172903142248802488?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/8172903142248802488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=8172903142248802488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8172903142248802488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8172903142248802488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-love-hurts-so-what.html' title='I know love hurts... so what?'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SahYZB0hf9I/AAAAAAAAA78/Y9L_6mxjlH8/s72-c/Vishnu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-4958561396131163139</id><published>2009-02-23T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:28:05.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College Library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Slumdog Millionaire'/><title type='text'>Jai Ho!</title><content type='html'>This is the time when India is enjoying (and few are cursing) the fact that 'Slumdog Millionaire' has won 8 Oscars. I am really proud and happy for A. R. Rehman. I have always adored his music. He must be enjoying the winning of two oscars and my roommate Narin is enjoying his engagement ;) Yeah! Yeah! he got engaged. This happened on Saturday. While I was watching DevD and fantasizing, he was actually talking to 'his girl for life'. He seemed happy when he talked to me, but like any other guy, he was afraid as his days of freedom are going to be over soon. With such a large circle of friends as he has got... this is really an issue for consideration, but life is a set of changes. 'We have been roommates for about eight years, now it's going to change', I told him. He said, 'It will take at least an year and maybe, by then you'll be married too. We'll continue to go for family tours.' Ha! we all keep on planning, through out our lives. Even when we die, a millions of plans remain unattended in our minds. So many plans and so many failures. So much pain. In short, throughout our lives we plan to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Cartoons don't plan, they go with the wind. They are just a window to whatever has happened or is happening around, with no future and... no plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SaOTMwq18WI/AAAAAAAAA7c/XUxZj4VeXz4/s1600-h/Library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SaOTMwq18WI/AAAAAAAAA7c/XUxZj4VeXz4/s320/Library.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306246633404887394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The College Library is best place to see the blooming of half of the college love affairs. You doubt that? Remember your college library or go to your college library [if you are still student], you'll find the topper of your class touching the guy besides her carelessly, at places and vice-versa ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-4958561396131163139?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/4958561396131163139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=4958561396131163139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4958561396131163139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4958561396131163139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/02/jai-ho.html' title='Jai Ho!'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SaOTMwq18WI/AAAAAAAAA7c/XUxZj4VeXz4/s72-c/Library.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-3798900459198720149</id><published>2009-02-22T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:05:19.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DevD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assignments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Of course I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Emotional Atyachaar</title><content type='html'>I saw 'Dev D' last Saturday. The movie was all about 'I am slut'. I liked the movie. I liked the way the real nature of the boy-girl relationships was displayed in the movie. Paro was 'hot'. I loved it when she said, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mein pagal ho rahi hoon&lt;/span&gt;' on phone. First on phone, then in Dev's room, then near the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gusalkhana&lt;/span&gt;, then the boldest  and [the best ;)] scene '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ganne ke khet mein&lt;/span&gt;' [sugarcane fields], it was all about S. E. X. and I was sitting in the middle of two girls. lucky me! I am still confused whether she (Paro) had really done 'it' with her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'naukar'&lt;/span&gt; [Sunil] or not. Then there was Chanda. A sweet but spoiled child. A divine prostitute, sex worker, escort or like she said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;randi&lt;/span&gt; . I liked her role. And 'Dev'... phew! he was the biggest of the sluts, who screwed himself. I also liked the way the story writer has changed the ending from that of the conventional 'Devdas' [Don't ask me how... go watch movie]. Moral of the story: Indian Cinema is getting bolder and we have started talking about sex as another activity Ha! strange. [I wonder what my parents have to say about it ;) :P]&lt;br /&gt;I also read ‘Of course I love you!... till I find someone better’. Once someone told me to read ‘P.S. I love you’ but I know that would be painful for me, so I ended up reading a book with almost the same name. Kiddin! ;) I just got this book from Manveen accidentally. For the first 100 pages the book was awful. I was cursing myself, why I started reading this. The book was full of mindless affairs, girls, kisses and sex, but then a breakup happened in the middle of the book and the other half of the book suddenly became awesome. The main character of the book was in agony, real agony. I sometimes think that its always other people’s agony which gives us pleasure. More the other person is in pain, more happy we are. Or may be the Newton’s law of energy applies to happiness also. ‘The happiness is constant. It can never be created nor be destroyed; It can only be transferred from one person to another or transformed from one form to another.  Whatever, but I believe that you can spread happiness even in the most painful days of yours. Like ‘Deb’ in the book did for ‘Amit’ and ‘Astha’ [I liked that part a lot] or like I am doing by showing you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SaJTE-PYp4I/AAAAAAAAA68/-XrAqthExcI/s1600-h/Assignment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SaJTE-PYp4I/AAAAAAAAA68/-XrAqthExcI/s320/Assignment.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305894655887976322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This item which I have posted today, reminds me of the days (rather nights) which we have spent copy &gt; pasting the assignments and completing just a lecture before or sometimes after the due dates. Most of the engineers are dextrous in this at least ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-3798900459198720149?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/3798900459198720149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=3798900459198720149' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/3798900459198720149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/3798900459198720149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/02/emotional-atyachaar.html' title='Emotional Atyachaar'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SaJTE-PYp4I/AAAAAAAAA68/-XrAqthExcI/s72-c/Assignment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-2309548593137299479</id><published>2009-02-18T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:29:52.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Exams were fun... like movies are</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw two movies... 'Seven Pounds' and 'Momento'. Both the movies have one thing in common... 'dead wife'. One more thing was common... 'Awesome presentation'. It has always fascinated me, the way directors (or editors) play with the time quotient in such kind of movies. 'Will Smith' is really great actor. It's not like that I haven't liked his acting skills in 'MIB' or 'Independence Day', but the movie which made him much better actor in my eyes was 'Hitch'. It seems to me that I watch too many movies. Day before yesterday, I was watching 'Something gotta get' starring 'Jack Nicholas'. That movie was really lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SZ0Nj1jKcNI/AAAAAAAAA6s/wJkEA_y7vzo/s1600-h/Exam1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 95px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SZ0Nj1jKcNI/AAAAAAAAA6s/wJkEA_y7vzo/s320/Exam1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304410845433458898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The item posted above is another tribute to the Examinations. I have always loved exams as they have always given me a feeling that I am cool. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-2309548593137299479?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/2309548593137299479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=2309548593137299479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2309548593137299479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2309548593137299479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/02/exams-were-fun-like-movies-are.html' title='Exams were fun... like movies are'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SZ0Nj1jKcNI/AAAAAAAAA6s/wJkEA_y7vzo/s72-c/Exam1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-8257464502758908524</id><published>2009-02-16T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T04:32:47.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poo&apos;s marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s day'/><title type='text'>Cartoon was hurt... but not physically... strange!!!</title><content type='html'>Pooh got married.  She and Mohit were a looking very good as a couple. I was in Patiala  for the same occasion which incredibly was on Valentine's Day. I’ve never given much of an importance to this day. I don’t know what is the need of this day in India, but I am not against it either. Instead I hate those who are opposing it or creating nuisance on this day by creating violence in the name of culture. The culture of the country which I know as India, as my country, is peaceful and accepting. We as Indians have accepted the cultures from all over the world, though with some modifications according to our own, but we have... accepted. Acceptance is our culture. Free thinking is our culture. We believe in ‘live and let live’.&lt;br /&gt;For last few weeks, I was thinking through my heart. I don’t know why and how the sentimental guy inside me was on rage. That sentimental guy inside me instigated me to do things which I would have never done in my own self. Blame it on the love songs or the pheromones or the sketch which I have got on my wall, I was thinking of love whereas the truth is... there is nothing like love, it’s only lust. I guess once more I have touched the controversial topic of Love vs Lust. I am not so good at this love thing, so I think I should leave this topic. It can only hurt and it's not the first time that I am hurt. Also, I am sure that it's not the last. As Def Leppard says, "I'll love again" [may be the same girl ;)]. Enough of this love-bullshit, 'the Cartoon' can not think or love. It's heinous crime in my world.&lt;br /&gt;Now lets get down to business. The sketch which I have pulled out of my carton today was tooned by me when I was teaching in &lt;a href="http://www.cecmohali.org/"&gt;CEC, Landran&lt;/a&gt; [Yeah! Yeah! I can teach too Ha!]&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SZkkVYdNoyI/AAAAAAAAA6k/nH0KvbiHkYs/s1600-h/ExamToilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SZkkVYdNoyI/AAAAAAAAA6k/nH0KvbiHkYs/s320/ExamToilet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303309985966301986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you have also seen this kind of scenes while you were in college ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-8257464502758908524?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/8257464502758908524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=8257464502758908524' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8257464502758908524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8257464502758908524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/02/cartoon-was-hurt-but-not-physically.html' title='Cartoon was hurt... but not physically... strange!!!'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SZkkVYdNoyI/AAAAAAAAA6k/nH0KvbiHkYs/s72-c/ExamToilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-2421536634503127479</id><published>2009-01-22T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:31:29.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='directions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='himachal'/><title type='text'>Jolly Good Me</title><content type='html'>We do too many things, rather we spend our lives to be 'happy', but deep down we all know that it is a never ending quest. A war which we are never going to win. A pursuit which is never going to finish.&lt;br /&gt;Why I am talking so pessimistically? Because I am not happy :) . I am NOT in my jolly-good nature. But I know that this will pass like any other phase of my life. The life goes on after-all. It's just a matter of days or may be hours if I am strong enough. May the almighty bless me with power to bear the pain which I have beget myself. Life is nothing, but a set of choices. We make it and then we regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SXm1i3LfFFI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Qu7rYSRRKR4/s1600-h/directions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SXm1i3LfFFI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Qu7rYSRRKR4/s320/directions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294462447483032658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way the item which I have brought out of my carton today is a picture of a direction-post near to my birth-place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-2421536634503127479?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/2421536634503127479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=2421536634503127479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2421536634503127479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2421536634503127479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/01/jolly-good-me.html' title='Jolly Good Me'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SXm1i3LfFFI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/Qu7rYSRRKR4/s72-c/directions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-4628867033364143690</id><published>2009-01-20T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:32:04.513-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunlight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='himachal'/><title type='text'>A sunny morning in Winters</title><content type='html'>Life can be lived in two ways -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sab kucch theek ho jayega"&lt;/span&gt; means that "Everything will be alright"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sab kucch theek hai"&lt;/span&gt; means that"Everything is alright&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Either we can spend our lives waiting for a new dawn which will come through the darkest hours of our nights and spread up as happiness into our lives or we can keep on living like nothing bad is going on and all we have is now. All the happiness is now. There is nothing like a happiness which is to be found in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both these sentences are complete in themselves and in a sense both are incomplete. We can go on living with hopes for a better tomorrow or we can go on living with no awareness about tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should leave all those philosophical talks for now and concentrate on the item from the carton of the cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYvflrRLDnI/AAAAAAAAA6M/shX9uuCxiE8/s1600-h/100_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYvflrRLDnI/AAAAAAAAA6M/shX9uuCxiE8/s320/100_0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299575224894426738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is of my own kitchen garden in the backyard of my home. It was the sunlight which attracted me. A sunny morning in the winters is nothing but a precious gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-4628867033364143690?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/4628867033364143690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=4628867033364143690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4628867033364143690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4628867033364143690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunny-morning-in-winters.html' title='A sunny morning in Winters'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYvflrRLDnI/AAAAAAAAA6M/shX9uuCxiE8/s72-c/100_0072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-4366386760152900215</id><published>2009-01-14T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:32:58.219-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kangraChannel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='himachal'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYvzYI8vkcI/AAAAAAAAA6c/WDmHfimIeKM/s1600-h/100_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYvzYI8vkcI/AAAAAAAAA6c/WDmHfimIeKM/s320/100_0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299596982576189890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Year 2008 is a history now. We have left it behind but, the memories are still fresh. Like anybody else can say, "A lot has happened to me in this year". In this post I am posting some of the photographs of the last trip which I had to my home. Office is a boredom now. The environment and the politics at the workplace sucks now. May be it's due to the global frustration which is happening around due to the recession. World is becoming a bad-place-to-live-in day by day. But still there is a lot to see in this planet. Like the picture above is a place in Kangra, which you can see if you can risk parking your car in the middle of a curvaceous road. I always wanted to capture this scene on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYvfGzPWogI/AAAAAAAAA6E/8ActU-aVKGc/s1600-h/100_0126copy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYvfGzPWogI/AAAAAAAAA6E/8ActU-aVKGc/s320/100_0126copy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299574694458335746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is of the narrow gauge running between Pathankot and Joginder Nagar. This is one of the oldest rails laid in Himachal Pradesh. This one was laid when India was a british colony and was ruled by the Englishmen. Sometimes I think that all the progress which our state has done was in that rule, after that we became a set of poor people somehow. I am not sure how but I truely want to see it more prosperous than it ever was. Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-4366386760152900215?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/4366386760152900215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=4366386760152900215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4366386760152900215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4366386760152900215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYvzYI8vkcI/AAAAAAAAA6c/WDmHfimIeKM/s72-c/100_0150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-3507959037871268627</id><published>2008-12-28T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:33:42.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kangraValley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='himachal'/><title type='text'>A long look towards home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYverJ4HvLI/AAAAAAAAA58/Qn0Iet6W_-4/s1600-h/100_0137a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYverJ4HvLI/AAAAAAAAA58/Qn0Iet6W_-4/s320/100_0137a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299574219498568882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A long look towards home" was the punch line which was printed on the tickets which we purchased for the &lt;a href="http://www.thetibetmuseum.org/"&gt;Tibet Museum&lt;/a&gt; in McLodganj. I was home last weekend. It was a vacation due to Christmas. After a very tense couple of weeks a trip to my home was really refreshing. With me were my friends, Ish, Vaibhav, Gaurav and Ramji. The picture above is a landscape in Kangra. This is the highest I shaped valley in Asia (or in world... I am not sure :P). The structure which is visible at the top of this cliff is 'Kangra Fort'.  We also visited MacLodGanj Temple, museum, Bhagsunaag Temple, and Jwalamukhi Mata Temple. I really enjoyed that. To tell the truth I don't want to live in Delhi. I want to live and work from my homeplace. I am keeping my fingers crossed :). Pray for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-3507959037871268627?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/3507959037871268627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=3507959037871268627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/3507959037871268627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/3507959037871268627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-look-towards-home.html' title='A long look towards home'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYverJ4HvLI/AAAAAAAAA58/Qn0Iet6W_-4/s72-c/100_0137a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-6753335783377265257</id><published>2008-08-08T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:35:55.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web Design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narin'/><title type='text'>Cartoon at Narin's home</title><content type='html'>It has really been long since I have done any blog entry. Everybody today is blogging. Even Bollywood Superstarts have started using these blogs to abuse their co-starts. It' a good and easy way to gain popularity. Who am I? I am nobody compared to these superstars. I am just another regular guy, trying to create space for myself.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am in Jalandhar. Goraya exactly [like you care!]. I am here with my friend and roommate for last seven years Narin Kalra. I am doing this blog entry through his home. The last time I did any sketching was... I don' t remember. No Sketch, so no blog. I have gone so much busy with my office life that I am forgetting everything, but then all of us have become busy. I miss those times when people were excited to see my sketches. When they were pouring in ideas and waiting patiently to let me finish up. Those days are gone with the time and we have gone busy like anything. But somehow today, I brought these few minutes to enter this blog entry. I have taken a day off on Monday, just to relax. I guess we'll be going to '&lt;a href="http://www.haveliheritage.co.in/rangla-punjab-photo.htm"&gt;Rangla Punjab&lt;/a&gt;' tonight and am planning to go to home for a weekend near our Independance Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYvgnRmzpkI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ChzE2veMqM0/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYvgnRmzpkI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ChzE2veMqM0/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299576351877211714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I am here, I have helped Narin to earn some reputation in front of his parents by creating a static site for his father's confectionary business. Attaching a snapshot. Nothing more this time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-6753335783377265257?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/6753335783377265257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=6753335783377265257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/6753335783377265257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/6753335783377265257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2008/08/cartoon-at-narins-home.html' title='Cartoon at Narin&apos;s home'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SYvgnRmzpkI/AAAAAAAAA6U/ChzE2veMqM0/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-6509735253367641891</id><published>2008-01-15T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:36:33.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><title type='text'>India in 1835</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/R42q7SpKz8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Rh8soT4fLoU/s1600-h/india1835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/R42q7SpKz8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Rh8soT4fLoU/s320/india1835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155965084002602946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing through my mailbox I found this particular mail which was sent to me by Kamal Kahlon (popularly known as 'cchurlee' among his friends). This mail took me. I felt proud as well as ashamed simultaneously after reading it. I am pasting this image here, as I think it deserves more than it. Every INDIAN should read it at least once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-6509735253367641891?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/6509735253367641891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=6509735253367641891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/6509735253367641891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/6509735253367641891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2008/01/india-in-1835.html' title='India in 1835'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/R42q7SpKz8I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Rh8soT4fLoU/s72-c/india1835.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-7916137418916484828</id><published>2007-12-27T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:37:22.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cartoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agents of Satan'/><title type='text'>Agents of Satan are back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/R3Of-wX_qFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/DHJr47SWxqY/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/R3Of-wX_qFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/DHJr47SWxqY/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148634699500857426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is going to be the last post of year 2007. I am not getting much time these days. Busy and packed. Today I brought out some more of my creations from my carton. These two characters came into being when I was a lecturer and trying hard to learn Macromedia Flash. I created these on paper and then on PC without scanning [as at that time I didn't get my hands on any scanner. Moreover I didn't know how to trace in Flash] Anyways, presenting in front of you the 'Agents of Satan'. I haven't named them yet. Suggestions are welcome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-7916137418916484828?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/7916137418916484828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=7916137418916484828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/7916137418916484828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/7916137418916484828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/12/agents-of-satan-are.html' title='Agents of Satan are back'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/R3Of-wX_qFI/AAAAAAAAAe8/DHJr47SWxqY/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-2051407812768332401</id><published>2007-10-06T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:38:47.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narin'/><title type='text'>Kalra got banged on back by 'The Cartoon'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RwfsxtPIwFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3LqM6LE1NgQ/s1600-h/NarinBackCollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RwfsxtPIwFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3LqM6LE1NgQ/s320/NarinBackCollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118319840230686802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long time, I got time today to do some work for myself. This is a picture of my roommate's back. Hope you'll like it :) Hardly matters if you don't even lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-2051407812768332401?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/2051407812768332401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=2051407812768332401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2051407812768332401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2051407812768332401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/10/kalra-got-banged-on-back-by-cartoon.html' title='Kalra got banged on back by &apos;The Cartoon&apos;'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RwfsxtPIwFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3LqM6LE1NgQ/s72-c/NarinBackCollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-5892942788324763591</id><published>2007-09-26T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T05:22:01.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrify look-alike'/><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look alike</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/H/8_3/tmfs47_52769081e4af64tabk5q47" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-5892942788324763591?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/5892942788324763591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=5892942788324763591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/5892942788324763591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/5892942788324763591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-celebrity-look-alike.html' title='My Celebrity Look alike'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-2736132217841785065</id><published>2007-07-22T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:43:12.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ravjot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Gallery'/><title type='text'>Rambo - The Hostel Legend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RqRMpA6kEhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZbFiiMpEia0/s1600-h/868372917_ec47181f70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RqRMpA6kEhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZbFiiMpEia0/s320/868372917_ec47181f70.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090277746339484178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;I really want to you check this : &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/10334154@N03"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/10334154@N03&lt;/a&gt; This is not mine... But of one of my very close friends... Ravjot Singh Dhami aka RAMBO :) He has photographed all these photos by himself. One example is above. This is Ropar can you imagine this pic is from ropar. Hail Rambo! :) You are still a legend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-2736132217841785065?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/2736132217841785065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=2736132217841785065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2736132217841785065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2736132217841785065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/07/rambo-hostel-legend.html' title='Rambo - The Hostel Legend'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RqRMpA6kEhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZbFiiMpEia0/s72-c/868372917_ec47181f70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-1083246754361000532</id><published>2007-06-28T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T01:35:28.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Web Designs'/><title type='text'>Cartoon can do Web Designing also... Ha Ha</title><content type='html'>This time I am adding Some of my Designs which I have created from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RoNxakZWY9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/CdRcyw5IBPo/s1600-h/Design+SunFlower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RoNxakZWY9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/CdRcyw5IBPo/s320/Design+SunFlower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081029505864590290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sunflower Design is the oldest of all these three and I like it most. It took a lots of time. I was at the basic level of CSS at that time. Alot has chaged since then :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RoNxa0ZWY-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ucst4fnNO6s/s1600-h/Design5+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RoNxa0ZWY-I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Ucst4fnNO6s/s320/Design5+.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081029510159557602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a proposed design for 'Insignia of Eminence', our still on dreams company :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RoNxbEZWY_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/TyFOTcxmcwA/s1600-h/Design_IE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RoNxbEZWY_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/TyFOTcxmcwA/s320/Design_IE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081029514454524914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the old design for the iEminence , short for 'Insignia of Eminence' yet registered. Actually both these names are our trademarks (again in dreams) so don't try to copy them otherwise I can sue you  :)&lt;br /&gt;The journey doesn't end here, I have a lots of designs and as soon I'll get time again I'll put them on the web. Keep looking up ... Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-1083246754361000532?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/1083246754361000532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=1083246754361000532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1083246754361000532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1083246754361000532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/06/cartoon-can-do-web-designing-also-ha-ha.html' title='Cartoon can do Web Designing also... Ha Ha'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RoNxakZWY9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/CdRcyw5IBPo/s72-c/Design+SunFlower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-2944407655549919013</id><published>2007-06-13T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T03:51:10.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photoshop'/><title type='text'>Photoshop this time</title><content type='html'>I was really busy Last week... so didn't get time to enter any new entry. May be going to be busy this week too. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rm_A0p9v-NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ukH4LYe53qQ/s1600-h/KapilModified+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rm_A0p9v-NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ukH4LYe53qQ/s320/KapilModified+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075487315920419026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Sunday I was working on Photoshop and edited Pictures of few of my VERY good friends :) . Hope you'll like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rm_A059v-OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tOA_Ksy5gCI/s1600-h/Narin_Updated+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rm_A059v-OI/AAAAAAAAAEU/tOA_Ksy5gCI/s320/Narin_Updated+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075487320215386338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of u are welcome to enter their comments, or to send their own photos to be stylized... but I'll charge for that... ha ha The payments will be taken by your grand children :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rm_A1J9v-PI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FWlnGoQVQX4/s1600-h/Vinay_Updated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rm_A1J9v-PI/AAAAAAAAAEc/FWlnGoQVQX4/s320/Vinay_Updated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075487324510353650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cartoons will be shown next week... this time Enjoy these CARTOONS.&lt;br /&gt;Keep Smiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-2944407655549919013?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/2944407655549919013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=2944407655549919013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2944407655549919013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2944407655549919013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/06/photoshop-this-time.html' title='Photoshop this time'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rm_A0p9v-NI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ukH4LYe53qQ/s72-c/KapilModified+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-3926759933970495520</id><published>2007-05-23T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:44:55.641-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mess'/><title type='text'>Mess in the Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RlPwbkHUGjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wTQJKBur1n8/s1600-h/Canteen01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RlPwbkHUGjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wTQJKBur1n8/s320/Canteen01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067658362063428146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sokhi, Bhatia, Dheeru&lt;/span&gt; these names remind me of the days when we had to eat potatos potatos and potatoes all the day. But whatever you say those fightings with the mess managers, those strikes for the better food, that standing in the lines for breakfast... I miss them all a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-3926759933970495520?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/3926759933970495520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=3926759933970495520' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/3926759933970495520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/3926759933970495520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/mess-in-mess.html' title='Mess in the Mess'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RlPwbkHUGjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/wTQJKBur1n8/s72-c/Canteen01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-4411531505151565316</id><published>2007-05-17T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T01:36:21.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transport'/><title type='text'>Jadon asi katthey ho ke fateh balaunde si</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkwT60HUGiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IVo7oSAmQAs/s1600-h/Transport01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkwT60HUGiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IVo7oSAmQAs/s320/Transport01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065445582027627042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Transportation is an integral part of every institution. So it was for our college too. In the first year travelling in college bus was really fun. We have enjoyed each and every time we have spent in our Bus... Do you remember any good incident you'd like to share ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-4411531505151565316?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/4411531505151565316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=4411531505151565316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4411531505151565316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4411531505151565316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/jadon-asi-katthey-ho-ke-fateh-balaunde_17.html' title='Jadon asi katthey ho ke fateh balaunde si'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkwT60HUGiI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IVo7oSAmQAs/s72-c/Transport01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-8100132080916911005</id><published>2007-05-17T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T01:34:17.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EE Lab'/><title type='text'>We performed our practicals really well - Part4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkwS9EHUGhI/AAAAAAAAACs/2ePmMgklDKs/s1600-h/Practicals04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkwS9EHUGhI/AAAAAAAAACs/2ePmMgklDKs/s320/Practicals04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065444521170704914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last item of this 'Practicals' series. The idea behind this item is EE lab... Short for Electrical Engineering Lab. We had a Lab Assistant Mr. Anil. .. but we used to call him 'Bijli'. Remember guys?? He was very energetic man but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humare agay kiski chalti thi ... &lt;/span&gt;he he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-8100132080916911005?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/8100132080916911005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=8100132080916911005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8100132080916911005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8100132080916911005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-performed-our-practicals-really-well_17.html' title='We performed our practicals really well - Part4'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkwS9EHUGhI/AAAAAAAAACs/2ePmMgklDKs/s72-c/Practicals04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-1503083672089841651</id><published>2007-05-16T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T01:30:59.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Physics Lab'/><title type='text'>We performed our practicals really well - Part3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkwSTkHUGgI/AAAAAAAAACk/GlShHtCfdVw/s1600-h/Practicals03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkwSTkHUGgI/AAAAAAAAACk/GlShHtCfdVw/s320/Practicals03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065443808206133762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This happened in 'Physics' Lab ... not exactly... just a wild imagination... but Physics practicals were very interesting practicals... specially those which were performed in dark room :0 &lt;ahem&gt; what say??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-1503083672089841651?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/1503083672089841651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=1503083672089841651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1503083672089841651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1503083672089841651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/jadon-asi-katthey-ho-ke-fateh-balaunde.html' title='We performed our practicals really well - Part3'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkwSTkHUGgI/AAAAAAAAACk/GlShHtCfdVw/s72-c/Practicals03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-692715184133421709</id><published>2007-05-16T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:37:31.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Computer Labs'/><title type='text'>We performed our practicals really well - Part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkr630HUGbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NiSrfBjJ9Tc/s1600-h/Practicals02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkr630HUGbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NiSrfBjJ9Tc/s320/Practicals02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065136567720614322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all I am an Computer Engineer... How could I forget that I also performed a lots of thing in my Computer Lab. Hey guys do you remember Saini sir and P5?  again... no offenses , I have full respect for them but you know life is fun when you are a cartoon :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-692715184133421709?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/692715184133421709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=692715184133421709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/692715184133421709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/692715184133421709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-performed-our-practicals-really-well_16.html' title='We performed our practicals really well - Part2'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkr630HUGbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NiSrfBjJ9Tc/s72-c/Practicals02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-5343789970364144815</id><published>2007-05-16T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:32:01.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fluid Mechanics'/><title type='text'>We performed our practicals really well - Part1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkr5s0HUGaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Gd1yxDn-UKQ/s1600-h/Practicals01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkr5s0HUGaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Gd1yxDn-UKQ/s320/Practicals01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065135279230425506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the engineering one has to perform many experiments... We also performed them and we really performed them well. watch out urself. This was FM(Fluid Mechanics) lab. I don't know they r teaching this subject to Computer Science Students or not but they use to teach it in the first year. Jujhar Singh used to teach us FM. nice man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-5343789970364144815?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/5343789970364144815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=5343789970364144815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/5343789970364144815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/5343789970364144815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-performed-our-practicals-really-well.html' title='We performed our practicals really well - Part1'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkr5s0HUGaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Gd1yxDn-UKQ/s72-c/Practicals01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-4908325867233617730</id><published>2007-05-15T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T02:30:36.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shiva my Lord'/><title type='text'>One more religious items</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkrO-0HUGZI/AAAAAAAAABs/hUYsha2OaiA/s1600-h/Shivji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkrO-0HUGZI/AAAAAAAAABs/hUYsha2OaiA/s320/Shivji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065088309468076434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all thankz for appreciating my work. I'll try to keep it updated. Yet I have not added any newly made items to my carton, but soon you'll see the fresh&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; maal , &lt;/span&gt;till then enjoy the Ol' ones... :) Keep posting ur comments&lt;br /&gt;This one was made by me when I was in seventh, so I guess its the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oldest&lt;/span&gt; one of my creations :) Strange I created a God when I was just a kid ( no offenses ) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-4908325867233617730?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/4908325867233617730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=4908325867233617730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4908325867233617730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4908325867233617730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/one-more-religious-items.html' title='One more religious items'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkrO-0HUGZI/AAAAAAAAABs/hUYsha2OaiA/s72-c/Shivji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-8723016464649490011</id><published>2007-05-15T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T01:58:04.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Cartoon is God fearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkl19vqjIFI/AAAAAAAAABc/d4zRJCvhysI/s1600-h/Shivji1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkl19vqjIFI/AAAAAAAAABc/d4zRJCvhysI/s320/Shivji1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064708959582232658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it when I was in 10th. Yeah! Yeah! I was a spiritual kid... Vinay wants me to stay like that but you know... Maya is very strong... Hey! Maya is not my GF. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaam kroth maya&lt;/span&gt; ... i mean :) .You just enjoy the pic na!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-8723016464649490011?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/8723016464649490011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=8723016464649490011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8723016464649490011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/8723016464649490011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/cartoon-is-god-fearing.html' title='the Cartoon is God fearing'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkl19vqjIFI/AAAAAAAAABc/d4zRJCvhysI/s72-c/Shivji1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-6286793267361507246</id><published>2007-05-15T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T05:10:05.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Bali ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RklzCfqjIEI/AAAAAAAAABU/tzMXARGxOts/s1600-h/Bali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RklzCfqjIEI/AAAAAAAAABU/tzMXARGxOts/s320/Bali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064705742651727938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This item came into existence when we were in the first year and were not allowed to go out even in the free periods. The only time left with us was our lunch period. Though Mr. Bali was not one of them but he's always been my favorite target to be cartooned. Remember Bali Sir guys?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-6286793267361507246?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/6286793267361507246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=6286793267361507246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/6286793267361507246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/6286793267361507246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-item-came-into-existence-when-we.html' title='Remember Bali ???'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RklzCfqjIEI/AAAAAAAAABU/tzMXARGxOts/s72-c/Bali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-5063042214259741816</id><published>2007-05-13T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T05:41:34.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exam'/><title type='text'>Some things are really dreadful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkr7ZEHUGcI/AAAAAAAAACE/R3uyfGwa2Bc/s1600-h/Exam01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkr7ZEHUGcI/AAAAAAAAACE/R3uyfGwa2Bc/s320/Exam01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065137138951264706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was drawn by me when I was in college... preparing for some exams. As the people, who know me, they also know that sketching is my favorite stress-buster (after sleeping :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkr70kHUGdI/AAAAAAAAACM/lzjItuxHCt0/s1600-h/Exam02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkr70kHUGdI/AAAAAAAAACM/lzjItuxHCt0/s320/Exam02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065137611397667282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was done during some exams. Hostels suck all the electricity during examinations. I was always wondering why the electricity was cut during exams... but later on I found out that it was also one of our friends' prank. Am I right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-5063042214259741816?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/5063042214259741816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=5063042214259741816' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/5063042214259741816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/5063042214259741816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-things-are-really-dreadful.html' title='Some things are really dreadful'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/Rkr7ZEHUGcI/AAAAAAAAACE/R3uyfGwa2Bc/s72-c/Exam01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-4151305753688267992</id><published>2007-05-10T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T00:13:13.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grave'/><title type='text'>those old days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RklvzfqjIDI/AAAAAAAAABM/IEwTMFip3eo/s1600-h/Grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RklvzfqjIDI/AAAAAAAAABM/IEwTMFip3eo/s320/Grave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064702186418806834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to bring out some of the creations which remind me about my college days and I am sure will do the same to you... then like Bryan Adams "Those were the best days of my life"&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-4151305753688267992?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/4151305753688267992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=4151305753688267992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4151305753688267992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/4151305753688267992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/those-old-days.html' title='those old days'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RklvzfqjIDI/AAAAAAAAABM/IEwTMFip3eo/s72-c/Grave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-3267365359968701020</id><published>2007-05-10T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T03:12:03.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RadheShyam'/><title type='text'>Second Item out of the carton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkltT_qjICI/AAAAAAAAABE/mi4-zuXm9JE/s1600-h/RadhaKrishna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkltT_qjICI/AAAAAAAAABE/mi4-zuXm9JE/s320/RadhaKrishna.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064699446229671970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling lucky to see that I've been able to bring out two items out of my box at the same day... Enjoy! and please don't forget to throw a comment or compliment :) asdf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-3267365359968701020?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/3267365359968701020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=3267365359968701020' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/3267365359968701020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/3267365359968701020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/second-item-out-of-carton.html' title='Second Item out of the carton'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkltT_qjICI/AAAAAAAAABE/mi4-zuXm9JE/s72-c/RadhaKrishna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-1996875853081798674</id><published>2007-05-10T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:39:25.265-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Krishna Balraam'/><title type='text'>First item out of the carton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkLLM_qjH7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gXrQNgio1cI/s1600-h/KrishnaBalram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkLLM_qjH7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gXrQNgio1cI/s320/KrishnaBalram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062832355226623922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first item which I am putting on this blog... Hope you are going to like it... I may be that you have already seen it... but still I feel like this should be my first picture to be uploaded to my blog... Please do leave the comments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-1996875853081798674?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/1996875853081798674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=1996875853081798674' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1996875853081798674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/1996875853081798674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-item-out-of-carton.html' title='First item out of the carton'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/RkLLM_qjH7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/gXrQNgio1cI/s72-c/KrishnaBalram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6775081618995875832.post-2459520637869357574</id><published>2007-03-26T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T03:51:22.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carton has been opened</title><content type='html'>Hi, this is my first entry into my own blog. I don't know what to say here but I am just filling the space right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6775081618995875832-2459520637869357574?l=amandogra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/feeds/2459520637869357574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6775081618995875832&amp;postID=2459520637869357574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2459520637869357574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6775081618995875832/posts/default/2459520637869357574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amandogra.blogspot.com/2007/03/carton-has-been-opened.html' title='The Carton has been opened'/><author><name>Aman Dogra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17669899386843468515</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s5GVahsJtq0/SVjash_ccsI/AAAAAAAAA38/o5_8PhvbPRw/S220/Photo+43.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
