<?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-22858364</id><updated>2011-07-28T13:04:08.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time of my life</title><subtitle type='html'>keep checking my blogs to know me better</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muditbali.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22858364/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muditbali.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Time_of_my_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09974514568982368316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22858364.post-114590980298362761</id><published>2006-04-24T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T13:23:14.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical chairs (gears) !!!!!......Take 1</title><content type='html'>My song for every occasion.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a class :::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has come and past,the innocent can never last.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when "the class" ends......&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the prof again,falling from the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in my pain again,becoming who we are.&lt;br /&gt;As my memory rests,but never forgets what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when the dreadful thing ends......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning my guitar :::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first real six-string&lt;br /&gt;Bought it at much more than a five-and-dime&lt;br /&gt;Played 'til my morals fled&lt;br /&gt;It was summer of '03&lt;br /&gt;Me and some guys from coll......&lt;br /&gt;Had a Band and we tried real hard&lt;br /&gt;Karty quit and "Nobody" got married&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda known we'd never get far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the frst crush :::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in my heart I see&lt;br /&gt;You’re not being true to me&lt;br /&gt;Deep within my soul I feel&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s like it used to be&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Impossible as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;But I wish I could so bad baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quit playin’ games with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Before you tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;I should’ve known from the start&lt;br /&gt;Before you got in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejected by her :::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow's the only one that walks beside me&lt;br /&gt;My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me&lt;br /&gt;'Til then I walk alone........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selected at IIM-B ::::&lt;br /&gt;Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;"It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time. It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had the time of your life. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam time ::: (this is a longer one......cudnt think as to wat to scrap of)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having trouble trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting sheep but running out&lt;br /&gt;As time ticks by&lt;br /&gt;And still I try&lt;br /&gt;No rest for crosstops in my mind&lt;br /&gt;On my own... here we go&lt;br /&gt;My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed&lt;br /&gt;Dried up and bulging out my skull&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is dry&lt;br /&gt;My face is numb&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up and spun out in my room&lt;br /&gt;On my own... here we go&lt;br /&gt;My mind is set on overdrive&lt;br /&gt;The clock is laughing in my face&lt;br /&gt;A crooked spine&lt;br /&gt;My sense dulled&lt;br /&gt;Passed the point of delerium&lt;br /&gt;On my own... here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IRAQ war :::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be an American idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want a nation under the new media.&lt;br /&gt;And can you hear the sound of hysteria?&lt;br /&gt;The subliminal mindfuck America.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to a new kind of tension.&lt;br /&gt;All across the idiot nation.&lt;br /&gt;Everything isn't meant to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Television dreams of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;.We're not the ones who're meant to follow.&lt;br /&gt;For that's enough to argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the interviews :::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to find myself againmy walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;(without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)&lt;br /&gt;I've felt this way before so insecure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before the results :::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, take this "badge" off of me&lt;br /&gt;I can't use it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see (gets real dark a day bfore)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i smthing bad is happening in this world :::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song real close to my heart......really a masterpiece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;When we head a certain call&lt;br /&gt;When the world must come together as one&lt;br /&gt;There are people dying&lt;br /&gt;And it's time to lend a hand to life&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift of all&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Pretneding day by day&lt;br /&gt;That someone, somewhere will soon make a change&lt;br /&gt;We are all a part of God's great big family&lt;br /&gt;And the truth, you know love is all we need&lt;br /&gt;We are the world&lt;br /&gt;We are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;So let's start giving&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice we're making&lt;br /&gt;We're saving our own lives&lt;br /&gt;It's true we'll make a better day&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before i wrap up :::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be young the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;never say no - try anything twice&lt;br /&gt;til the angels come and ask me to fly&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be 18 til I die - 18 til I die&lt;br /&gt;""&lt;br /&gt;plz don't worry 'bout the future - forget about the past&lt;br /&gt;gonna have a ball - ya we're gonna have a blast&lt;br /&gt;gonna make it last - 18 til I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................more to come&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22858364-114590980298362761?l=muditbali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muditbali.blogspot.com/feeds/114590980298362761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22858364&amp;postID=114590980298362761' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22858364/posts/default/114590980298362761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22858364/posts/default/114590980298362761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muditbali.blogspot.com/2006/04/musical-chairs-gears-take-1.html' title='Musical chairs (gears) !!!!!......Take 1'/><author><name>Time_of_my_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09974514568982368316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22858364.post-114460881677121897</id><published>2006-04-09T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T11:53:36.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my iim-a xperience</title><content type='html'>Well......after so much pushing....i finally find time to write down one of my most memorable xperiences...my iim a interview....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date : 13th mar&lt;br /&gt;Time : 2:00p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Venue : IIFT, Delhi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 9:00 in the morning to be treated wid hot paranthas n an almost jug of milk (thts wat i ve got to take wen at home)......perfectly punjabi breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;bt apart frm tht thr were a few more things in my tummy........ to be precise butterflies....... one of the biggest days in my life......bt i tried to remain calm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later..... i had reached tht place.... IIFT....they have got a decent campus bt none of them seemed to know which way are the syndicate rooms whr we were to be interviewed (strange i thgt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless i followed a bunch of "suited-booted gentlemen" wid tense faces bt nevertheless smiling.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered the common rooms where we had to wait before the panels were decided and we despersed.......had an infinite no. of handshakes....n hellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was alloted panel no.  and we dispersed to our alloted places......(again handshakes wid all the people in my panel...remember abhinav , avik , rishabh , gaurav,anoop +2 more guys)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thgt people at an iim-a interview were supposed to be very serious bt i was wrong....all were totally chilled out guys and tht made me a lot more relaxed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All were led to a semi-circular seating arrangement in a room.....where we were greeted by 3 very pleasant professors.......&lt;br /&gt;1. One of them had an einsteinien kind of look wid unkempt hair....&lt;br /&gt;2. Other was the humourous one.....&lt;br /&gt;3. Third one was a serious guy....... bt very comforting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The case was regarding a famous restaurant panchvati....a chicken bone found in a jain thali...customer outraged....wat will u do...decent showing...came out wid bout 4-5 decent pts......pretty satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I goofed up big time wid the summary.......wrote absolute crap.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then started the PI.............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1 : Hello Mudit, so i guess u must hav discussed the questions wid the people outside....&lt;br /&gt;Me : yes sir.....quite a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1 : Wat did they tell u....&lt;br /&gt;Me : sir. they told me u r asking ques on acads, hobbies....etc general stuff (tht was wat they were doin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : WAT general stuff....u mean nothin special bout IIM-A?????????????&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sir, there were a few ques on the alumnus of iitd and iima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : ok then u must know .... tell me&lt;br /&gt;Me : sir i m not from iitd....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : still tell me&lt;br /&gt;Me : sir iitd or iima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : frm both&lt;br /&gt;Me : Chetan Bhagat...... (y da hell did i say tht)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1 : (outraged) is he a distinguished alumni ????????&lt;br /&gt;Me : (smiles) he is distinguished in his own rght.....he may not write the most intellectual stuff but its fun to read nehow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1 : diff b/w famous and distinguished.....&lt;br /&gt;Me : (lik a fool) famous is well known.....distinguishd.....who is respected also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1: is abu salem distinguished&lt;br /&gt;Me: (hell) no sir............. (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1 : name a few books he has written.&lt;br /&gt;Me: 5 pt someone and one night@call center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1 : hav u read them....&lt;br /&gt;Me : sir only 5 pt someone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1 : wat other books hav u read ?&lt;br /&gt;Me: the google story by david vise (and then i added lik a fool) who is a pullitzer prize winner....(y in da blue hell did i say tht)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1: ok now tht u ve pulled me into this..... is the pulltizer prize given to fiction also...&lt;br /&gt;Me: not sure sir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : IS mr rabindranath tagore distinguished (pause) as chetan bhagat (smiles)Me : (Smiles)... sir he is more distinguished...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P3 debut) wen did he win the nobel prize for peace....&lt;br /&gt;Me: sir i guess in the 1930's dont know the xact year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P3 : wen did the nobel prizes originate....&lt;br /&gt;Me : i think 1920's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P3: y u think thtMe: alfred nobel died somewhere tht time.....(both answers r wrong i just checked up tagore got it in 1913)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1: Did tagore win it for peace....&lt;br /&gt;Me: (feeling an idiot) no sir....i think it was literature (y da hell did i say i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1: name an indian who has won a grammy award&lt;br /&gt;Me : sir, Pt vishwa mohan bhatt.... he plays the veena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1: hav u seen it&lt;br /&gt;Me: no sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1 : starts laughin......P2,P3 join in I also join in lik a fool.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : hav u heard of AM in radios....&lt;br /&gt;Me : yes sir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : xplain.....&lt;br /&gt;Me: jumped to xlain using a paper.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : (cutting me short) ....... y do we use fm then&lt;br /&gt;Me: sir it is a superior mod technique....hence better reception etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : ok tell me something about the ACM icpc... (one of my achievements)&lt;br /&gt;ME: told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P2 : how many interantional teams&lt;br /&gt;Me ; sir bout 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P3 coming to ur hobbies ....... so u play the guitar.....&lt;br /&gt;P1: and he hasnt seen a veena(laughs all around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : join in the smiles&lt;br /&gt;P3 : diff btw spanish and hawaiwan guitarme : tell them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P3: do u play classical stuff&lt;br /&gt;Me : (hell no) no sir......i lik songs of a few bands....named a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P1 : asks me a few easy ques on jal-band....answered them....&lt;br /&gt;P3: take a toffee n all the best&lt;br /&gt;Me : thx sir.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was one of the best experiences i have ever had.....met a lot of gud people......immaterial of the result this will always remain in my mind.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22858364-114460881677121897?l=muditbali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muditbali.blogspot.com/feeds/114460881677121897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22858364&amp;postID=114460881677121897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22858364/posts/default/114460881677121897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22858364/posts/default/114460881677121897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muditbali.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-iim-xperience.html' title='my iim-a xperience'/><author><name>Time_of_my_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09974514568982368316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22858364.post-114064509419933100</id><published>2006-02-23T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:51:34.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally i join in the bandwagon........</title><content type='html'>Hi all to my first blog......&lt;br /&gt;I have never been the creative sort of guy who finds heaven in writing, but there is a different purpose i have created this blog.&lt;br /&gt;Final year and I am all ready to bid adieu to my alma-mater....so i thgt why not just pen down everything i have learnt in my four years at college....&lt;br /&gt;The next few days are gonna be the most important time of my life.... got interview calls from the prestigious iims..... and am busy preparing for the final hurdle.....&lt;br /&gt;I thgt tht this is a good idea to keep postin my preparation algorithm to help frnds and also to e be reminiscent of these gr8 and important times&lt;br /&gt;Well, the credit for this brilliant idea goes to one of my frnds ashish. Thx mithal.&lt;br /&gt;So probably i will not be the most regular of bloggers but nevertheless have something gud to offer......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22858364-114064509419933100?l=muditbali.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://muditbali.blogspot.com/feeds/114064509419933100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22858364&amp;postID=114064509419933100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22858364/posts/default/114064509419933100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22858364/posts/default/114064509419933100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://muditbali.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally-i-join-in-bandwagon.html' title='Finally i join in the bandwagon........'/><author><name>Time_of_my_life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09974514568982368316</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
