<?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-5542637051936029073</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:17:19.384+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Speak Out Now!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-6091464320573879820</id><published>2011-02-26T02:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-26T03:06:14.592+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Painful profession</title><content type='html'>May be I'm a doctor hence I have become little insensitive towards pain &amp;amp; agony,but somewhere I'm still human.It really hurts to see someone dying.The pain of death is horrible for the relatives of the deceased but it haunts me in the night,in my dreams.I sometimes wish that i was not a doctor, at least I wouldn't have to see  the deaths.&lt;div&gt;                             The nobility of the profession is undoubtfull,but the pains of seeing someone dying,someone crying for their loved ones is inevitable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-6091464320573879820?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/6091464320573879820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=6091464320573879820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/6091464320573879820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/6091464320573879820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2011/02/painful-profession.html' title='Painful profession'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-2583450083854294230</id><published>2011-02-24T13:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-24T13:29:09.696+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Or bad</title><content type='html'>Maoists or terrorists obviously try to justify their cause but nothing is justified with the lives of many.But are the police or other inquiring bodies justified to catch hold of innocent people in the name of crime.How do we differentiate actual criminals with real innocent people.The question of who is good or who is bad will always be unanswered,till then thousand of innocent people will be tortured in name of justice.what pains me the most is the incapability of the inquiring bodies to catch the actual culprit.Hope the police &amp;amp; judicial system understand the circumstances of an innocent associated with the said crime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-2583450083854294230?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/2583450083854294230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=2583450083854294230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/2583450083854294230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/2583450083854294230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-or-bad.html' title='Good Or bad'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-3762998258901232281</id><published>2010-05-25T00:47:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-25T01:07:32.071+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I first started reading it was to avoid to be a part of the family I was staying for few days in pune.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I never thought I'll get addicted to reading.Today even a piece of paper with something scribbled on it fascinates me.Perhaps this passion for reading is making me write to.Though Its been long that I have written any thing but this small piece of writing is also giving me my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;          Reading is just not finishing a book, it is understanding the depth of human nature,human relations &amp;amp; of course life.For me books have become a platform where I'm the hero,the villain,the side kick.Sometimes I'm happy for the characters I relate to, sometimes its hurting to see a similar character like mine.I love fictions because its all based on facts but yet hypothetical.I guess books give happiness because the kind of books I read gives me what I not or I can't get&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps one day I'll take this joy of reading to another  level by writing my own book.May be the book can be based on my life,my experiences.&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/5542637051936029073-3762998258901232281?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/3762998258901232281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=3762998258901232281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/3762998258901232281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/3762998258901232281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2010/05/joy-of-reading.html' title='The Joy of reading'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-1302964629404122269</id><published>2009-06-17T11:54:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:20:29.044+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is BPO industry killing young minds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Being an Indian it is my birth right to discuss the entire national problem everyday with friends or family at the dinner table. Yesterday my platter was served with the tension of diminishing value of education.&lt;br /&gt;                                         The discussion all started from a Young lad whom I meet. He is just 19, I guess he just appeared for his high school examination. It took my by shook that this place where he is working is his second job. He is been working since last two years. Sorry I forgot to mention that he is working in a call center.&lt;br /&gt;                                                   Why I'm telling the background is because this chap does not want to study any further &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; I found his reason strange as well. Neither he works for any financial obligation nor for any strong reason. His reason is just that he want to earn money.&lt;br /&gt;                                             It really amused me, at that time I realized why such condition has evolved after braining out the facts. The facts which I think are responsible for such conditions are :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;No higher educational qualification required to work in call centers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In fact BPOs look for students appearing or college going.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A person with higher educational qualification is not a good candidate for call centers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy money. Though the work is stressful but the perks are always lucrative.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I'm not here to blame any one but this the fact; BPOs, call centers are hampering the value of education. Though their approach is changing, these MNCs are here to do business &amp;amp; they'll surely hire people as per their discretion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so helpless situation, whom should we approach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The parents?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Company HR?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Young guys like this one?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The education system?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The economic system?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;No answer, that's the same thing happened yesterday at the dinner table we did not have any answer. Perhaps we all have to decide what we want, quick money or strong future based on higher education?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-1302964629404122269?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/1302964629404122269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=1302964629404122269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/1302964629404122269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/1302964629404122269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-bpo-industry-killing-young-minds.html' title='Is BPO industry killing young minds?'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-8282144717947211583</id><published>2008-12-02T20:28:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:47:16.184+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Murder Of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Attacks by the terrorist on the economic capital of the nation disgust me.How many more notorious nostalgic moments do the governmental bodies want to make it hard for outsiders to penetrate the peace &amp;amp; harmony of the country?&lt;br /&gt;Initially it did not disturb so much, but emotional status of one my friend shook me badly. I understood how well we all are connected, how deeply we all Indians are bonded.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't scared about the incidence but he was sad about the unfortunate course of fate for the many people who died there. I'm writing this for those many people who are affected in any way they could be.&lt;br /&gt;I request the government to stop praising about the "Spirit Of Mumbai". If they don't take stern action Mumbai will really turn into city of spirits.&lt;br /&gt;I request Mr. Raj Thackery to stop attacking other brothers, I know refugees are one concern but don't make it look like internal terrorism. Attack the outsiders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-8282144717947211583?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/8282144717947211583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=8282144717947211583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/8282144717947211583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/8282144717947211583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/12/murder-of-faith.html' title='Murder Of Faith'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-8804838456972302978</id><published>2008-07-04T18:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:33:10.848+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Look At More Important Matters.</title><content type='html'>India, the biggest democracy in the world, with lots of political parties. In books &amp;amp; texts it is always said that leaders are those who fight for the betterment of others. Leaders are chosen so that people can have a hassle free life. We always make news with our ever growing population, are increasing demand for food, land &amp;amp; much more. So this so called chosen leaders of our country what the hell do they to make our lives better? Is allotment of plot for a temple more important than settlement of flood or draught affected people? Is disaster management more important than sorting people within the same country on the basis of region? Is length of the skirt more important than handling pending cases on rape &amp;amp; molestation?&lt;br /&gt;                                                      I really don't know because since childhood I have always seen these great minds, our leaders doing stuff which has no importance or perhaps which is secondary and ignoring the actual issue. Is is the real meaning of being leader?&lt;br /&gt;This thoughts are disturbing, a country wide strike for what a piece of land for a temple, dear leaders we already have many temples. We need schools, for a bright future. We need more buildings, to accommodate the growing population. We need conservation of historical structures, money for archeological surveys. Please dear leaders learn to do the right thing at right time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-8804838456972302978?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/8804838456972302978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=8804838456972302978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/8804838456972302978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/8804838456972302978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/07/look-at-more-important-matters.html' title='Look At More Important Matters.'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-3870277531186249401</id><published>2008-06-09T18:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-11T14:03:45.941+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deadline 30 Minutes</title><content type='html'>In today's fast world we love the junk called Fast Food &amp;amp; the brands like Mac Donalds, Dominos provide the source of these great junk. The free service of home delivery brings these highly innutritious food to our door step. But have we ever thought about the deadline of 30 minutes.                                                                                                                                                                                   Yes to meet the deadline of 30 minutes the delivery boys risk there life on the bike. Is 30 minutes more important than someone's life? Can't we wait a minute more so that these delivery boys don't risk themselves?&lt;br /&gt;                   We should also take the initiative by paying them the charges even if they are late. If a delay of 10 minutes can save someone's life then isn't it worth doing it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-3870277531186249401?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/3870277531186249401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=3870277531186249401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/3870277531186249401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/3870277531186249401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/06/deadline-30-minutes.html' title='Deadline 30 Minutes'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-4033433943039903878</id><published>2008-05-16T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T16:51:23.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cheerleaders</title><content type='html'>The use of Cheerleaders in IPL matches has created a furor and I find it amusing how small insignificant things which are intended to provide entertainment create a chaotic situation and thus create entertainment of a different kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point people talk of cheerleading as a source of entertainment and there is different group of people which deem it to be against Indian culture and values.I wouldn't say it’s against Indian culture or values as it’s something which is purely for entertainment and Indian culture did have dancers to entertain Kings, and nautanki groups to entertain the common people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only manner in which it’s against Indian culture is, the west, especially the US as such is a new country with no traditional folk arts to call its own, and thus they came up with things like cheerleading to provide entertainment. India, on the other hand has a long tradition of many folk arts such as the Kalbelia dance of Rajasthan, the famous Indian Rope technique(who says we can't have magic shows during a match?), the Tamasha troupes of Maharashtra to name a few, which could be called more entertaining than cheerleading any day. My belief, thus, is that the IPL matches could have been used to promote such arts, which would have then helped in the revival of such folk arts and provided such artists with a source of livelihood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the issue of obscenity and how cheerleading depicts the degradation of Indian values, I only feel that how a woman is dressed hardly makes any difference, men are known to have raped even infants and actually if the Indian male can't stand the sight of a few scantily dressed women, then it just means that there is something wrong in the way we are bringing up our boys.The Indian male seems to be objecting to everything, from women wearing jeans, or skirts to women dancing in bars, to women working in a multinational.Does this mean that Women in India are at wrong and should do only what men expect them to do, or does it mean that men in India are being brought up in a manner that they have forgotten that it’s important to respect women and to respect the way they lead their lives? I think it means that there is something seriously wrong with our society and how we are imparting values to the coming generations and its time we took corrective measures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a need to distinguish between entertainment and culture, everything in entertainment does not reflect culture because ultimately in the end entertainment is a business, and things which may be culturally degrading yet fast selling would be liberally used in entertainment. Its society and individuals in a society who should have the maturity to understand this distinction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-4033433943039903878?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/4033433943039903878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=4033433943039903878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/4033433943039903878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/4033433943039903878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheerleaders_16.html' title='Cheerleaders'/><author><name>TGS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03786783488779309804</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nAAhWux8xOI/SC1usYea1lI/AAAAAAAAABI/RlAPy2FDN2Y/S220/5698.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-4476457779963830149</id><published>2008-05-05T17:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:20:43.097+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Our Own Food</title><content type='html'>India has always been an agricultural land &amp;amp; we have been producing enough to feed the ever growing population of our country. No other foreign country has the right to say that we eat more. Look at US, how shamelessly they say that we eat more. I agree that after Green Revolution our farming capacity have seen a boom &amp;amp; we are able to export some stuff out because of the growing food production. I would like to remind them that since they claim themselves to be highly advanced country why don't you guys find out ways to supply more food rather than pointing fingers at us. You have no right to make that statement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-4476457779963830149?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/4476457779963830149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=4476457779963830149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/4476457779963830149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/4476457779963830149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-own-food.html' title='Our Own Food'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-8637848388373633861</id><published>2008-04-28T17:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:57:58.819+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Threat To National Security</title><content type='html'>Sunday, wow the best day of the week. A day to let all tensions &amp;amp; attentions wane off. As usual I got up made myself a nice cup of Tata tea &amp;amp; sat with the Sunday Times. With the first sip I got a hell of a shock, not because of the bad tea I made but because of the news. The headline said "Terrorist gets Electoral ID cards". I was shocked to the core of my heart. This surged an array of questions through my mind. What the hell is the Government doing? What about National Security? What are the authority doing about it? The first thought that crossed my mind was how, how all this happens only here. Though the militants are dead. There must be many more with authorised citizenship of India. Hopeless, just hopeless. No other words to describe this irresponsible act. Come people have you say on this breach of national security.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-8637848388373633861?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/8637848388373633861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=8637848388373633861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/8637848388373633861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/8637848388373633861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/04/threat-to-national-security.html' title='Threat To National Security'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-3734245159919552611</id><published>2008-04-24T18:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:39:52.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happiness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is happiness? I doubt i have any answers, because happiness changes from person to person so there cannot be any particular definition for it. What can be happiness for me can be the cause of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;misery for someone else. For me happiness is something which can be felt only by you, no one else will be able to understand it. Even your family &amp;amp; best friends. Though people say that happiness cannot be measured the fact is, it is the most measurable entity. Lets begin from your childhood, you get your first birthday gift you are happy. You go to school make friends, get new school books, uniform, you are happy. Then comes college, the life with all care free attitude, you are happy at that time because you have friends, girl friends, your needed are fulfilled by the pocket money provided by your parents, but you are happy. Life moves ahead you get married, have progenies then you are happy to see them growing. Now, tell me have you really been happy? No you just lived your life. If you feel your happy then share the happiness with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-3734245159919552611?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/3734245159919552611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=3734245159919552611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/3734245159919552611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/3734245159919552611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/04/happiness.html' title='Happiness?'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-3338861249213739487</id><published>2008-04-24T17:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-24T17:32:30.202+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cheeni Kum Hai</title><content type='html'>Hi, guys don't worry i'm not going to talk about the Bacchan movie. Today lets talk about those spices of life which makes our life delightful &amp;amp; what happens when those spices miss out of your life. And at that time we really feel 'Cheeni Kum Hai'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-3338861249213739487?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/3338861249213739487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=3338861249213739487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/3338861249213739487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/3338861249213739487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheeni-kum-hai.html' title='Cheeni Kum Hai'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-7107601996214281000</id><published>2008-04-22T18:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:28:45.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny Human Emotions</title><content type='html'>Yes human emotions are very funny. We don't understand this &amp;amp; tend to take everything seriously. What happened is happened, try and make that event happier. If you try &amp;amp; change that what happened, you'll land up being nowhere. So enjoy the funny side of emotions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-7107601996214281000?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/7107601996214281000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=7107601996214281000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/7107601996214281000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/7107601996214281000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/04/funny-human-emotions.html' title='Funny Human Emotions'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-1165805592817020221</id><published>2008-04-22T18:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:25:17.001+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Understanding Each Other</title><content type='html'>Hi, it's not that your friend doesn't care. Sometimes in life we have to prioritise things. So both of you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt; the correct thing from your own respective point of views. Don't be sad respect each other's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-1165805592817020221?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/1165805592817020221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=1165805592817020221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/1165805592817020221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/1165805592817020221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/04/understanding-each-other.html' title='Understanding Each Other'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-8990655362086856357</id><published>2008-04-17T19:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:13:34.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Face The Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Change is the essence of life &amp;amp; it is for our good that we accept those changes and move ahead in life. We are humans, we are weakened by our selfish motives &amp;amp; desires. These motives &amp;amp; desires lead us to do many things which under normal circumstances you wouldn't even imagine to do so. Once it is done, it is not possible to change it back coz life don't give us a second chance. So moral of the story-Face The Truth. Initially it might be hard to reckon but gradually you'll understand the importance of the change.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   Guys feel free to comment, this is just my views. Let me know what you have to say.&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/5542637051936029073-8990655362086856357?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/8990655362086856357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=8990655362086856357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/8990655362086856357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/8990655362086856357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/04/face-truth.html' title='Face The Truth'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-6388867354161050428</id><published>2008-04-16T16:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T16:16:56.942+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pain Lessens When Shared</title><content type='html'>Are you sad today? Here's your warrior friend to help you fight back the sadness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-6388867354161050428?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/6388867354161050428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=6388867354161050428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/6388867354161050428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/6388867354161050428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/04/pain-lessens-when-shared.html' title='Pain Lessens When Shared'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-6273686687234907987</id><published>2008-04-16T12:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:54:00.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On U Me &amp; Hum</title><content type='html'>Thanks for ur response, here's what I feel about U, Me aur Hum - i think ajay devgan should stop directing movies. The last blunder he made was Raju Chacha. So ajay plz stop torturing us. Another Point Of View-Buddy if you are talking with some other thoughts in your mind, then here is the answer. If u are stuck in situation like this, talk freely to U &amp;amp; Hum, coz my friend u can resolve the conflict only by talking freely. Get your doubts clarified, get answers to your questions, let them ask questions. My friend its easy to break a relation but difficult to make one.&lt;br /&gt;Hi! TGS here, well can't say abt the film but I have read the book. Its called, The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks. Its a really sweet book revolving around immortal love and togetherness.. and how true love does not die even in the face of adversity. Haven't seen the movie yet but if it is able to capture the essence of the book then I am sure it'll be a great watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-6273686687234907987?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/6273686687234907987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=6273686687234907987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/6273686687234907987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/6273686687234907987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/04/on-u-me-hum.html' title='On U Me &amp; Hum'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542637051936029073.post-6835650587222229681</id><published>2008-04-14T16:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-14T16:35:09.551+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Agony Aunt</title><content type='html'>Hi, this is my effort to bring out the pain in you. Because its very difficult for people to talk face to face so they need a platform to let out their pain &amp;amp; agony. So guys feel free &amp;amp; let your emotions flow. Ask questions you always thought of asking, give answers which you think are correct, solve problems for which you have solutions to, laugh with us for a while, in short here is your virtual friend. So i start with my first topic, Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is the most important part in any sort of relationship. So speak out now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5542637051936029073-6835650587222229681?l=voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/feeds/6835650587222229681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5542637051936029073&amp;postID=6835650587222229681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/6835650587222229681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5542637051936029073/posts/default/6835650587222229681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://voiceofthespartan.blogspot.com/2008/04/agony-aunt.html' title='Agony Aunt'/><author><name>Spartan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16323926273333606634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
