<?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-2640346432796029212</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:53:58.133-07:00</updated><category term='Last Lear'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='2008'/><title type='text'>Satya - Rules</title><subtitle type='html'>as the name suggests 
SATYA - Truth always rules
no Doubt about that, and that is my vision, to experience and bring out the truth within me for the world to witness, and this blog is just a means to put my true feelings, emotions in short my heart in words</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2640346432796029212.post-1779864277801120842</id><published>2009-05-27T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T03:33:23.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Friends are forever</title><summary type='text'>Oh my God, time is passing so fast, it just seems like yesterday, and I still feel as if I have just passed out from college, but actually its been five years since I finished my graduation and two years since my post graduation.I remember, one of my lecturers during a long grueling session had said, that the time spent with friends is the most memorable thing, and no matter how much time you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/1779864277801120842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=1779864277801120842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/1779864277801120842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/1779864277801120842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends-are-forever.html' title='Friends are forever'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-2781583256613386725</id><published>2009-05-17T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:34:50.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Lear'/><title type='text'>The Last Lear</title><summary type='text'>I stood there motionless, staring at her, words ceased, as she bade a tearful goodbye, and was escorted back, this was it, this was the last time that I would be seeing her, So much to say, so much to be done, For one last time she turned back and looked at me with tears swelling in her eyes, before the guard whisked her out of my sight, the guard assigned to me was pulling me away from the iron </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/2781583256613386725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=2781583256613386725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/2781583256613386725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/2781583256613386725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-lear.html' title='The Last Lear'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-5846922885711570699</id><published>2009-03-31T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T04:58:04.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fwd: Saga</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, i overheard two colleagues of mine discussing over lunch, One person said, I have crossed the 3000 mark, his friend exclaimed. waah yaar thats great, i am trying so hard but am not able to cross 2500, and you have crossed 3000!!!. I thought they were discussing about some work in their functional area, but to my surprise during the course of the conversation i could make out that what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/5846922885711570699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=5846922885711570699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/5846922885711570699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/5846922885711570699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2009/03/fwd-saga.html' title='The Fwd: Saga'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-3016251487533999887</id><published>2009-03-03T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T01:27:06.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate or Misfortune</title><summary type='text'>Last Saturday, I along with a few of my friends went for the movie, "The curious case of Benjamin Button", it was truly an awesome movie, everything about that movie was perfect, especially, there was this once scene which I truly believed was shot in a very striking manner, the scene which shows the various acts which preceded and were responsible for Cate Blanchett’s accident, and how it could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/3016251487533999887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=3016251487533999887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/3016251487533999887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/3016251487533999887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2009/03/fate-or-misfortune.html' title='Fate or Misfortune'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-7430433365291546574</id><published>2009-02-27T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:20:21.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Do CEOs (Still) Love Ayn Rand?</title><summary type='text'>How did a Russian-born novelist become such an influential “thought leader” for American CEOs, entrepreneurs, and MBAs — and even Alan Greenspan? Consider the message behind Ayn Rand best sellers The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged, which speaks to anyone with ambition and a big ego: The gifted should do what’s in their self-interest. If you have a sharp mind, it is your moral responsibility to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/7430433365291546574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=7430433365291546574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/7430433365291546574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/7430433365291546574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-do-ceos-still-love-ayn-rand.html' title='Why Do CEOs (Still) Love Ayn Rand?'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-8984527007662932869</id><published>2009-02-06T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T02:19:56.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is God</title><summary type='text'>Music Is the essence of lifeMusic Elevates a Human being to a supreme beingMusic Makes one forget grief and smile in glee.MusicBreaks barriers and differences and unites against evil forces  I believe its true, because I have seen, felt and experienced the kind of effect Music can have on a lifeless soul.Yes that’s what I was, a lifeless soul, struggling and wriggling with my life, confused, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/8984527007662932869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=8984527007662932869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/8984527007662932869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/8984527007662932869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-is-god.html' title='Music is God'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-2528670444889123065</id><published>2009-01-30T01:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:58:09.344-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2008'/><title type='text'>The second half of 2008</title><summary type='text'>Its been a long time since I have updated my blog, and if I would state the reasons, there will be a never-ending list, but since the last time I had put a post on my blog, a lot many things have happened in this world, which have in a sense kept everyone on their toes.On a personal front, nothing drastic or radical has happened though, but for the normal routine life. As I think of it, and try </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/2528670444889123065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=2528670444889123065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/2528670444889123065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/2528670444889123065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2009/01/second-half-of-2008.html' title='The second half of 2008'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-7779540208181080500</id><published>2008-07-19T05:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T05:23:55.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Dad.</title><summary type='text'>People say I have a lot in common with my dadAnd every time someone says that I feel out of the worldSometimes I wonder what is my identity, but for my dadToday if people recognize me and identify me for what I amIf people like my work, its all because of him.Would I have been the same person if not for him?I guess not.He has made sure that I have the right upbringingThe right attitude and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/7779540208181080500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=7779540208181080500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/7779540208181080500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/7779540208181080500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-dad_5170.html' title='Happy Birthday Dad.'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-8356641763423807115</id><published>2008-06-03T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:45:43.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpersonal Relations</title><summary type='text'>The most complicated relation in this world to understand is how I would like to term it.I don’t know how the other species maintain such relationships among themselves and I don’t even have any intentions to try and understand that, but I wonder if they have such complex relationships.Truth they say is greater than God, sadly I haven’t seen a single person in this world who would be ready to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/8356641763423807115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=8356641763423807115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/8356641763423807115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/8356641763423807115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2008/06/interpersonal-relations.html' title='Interpersonal Relations'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-1032763247081261879</id><published>2008-06-01T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T09:54:00.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Week</title><summary type='text'>Have just reached home after a weeks vacation, this last week was very eventful, so thought would pen down my experiences and share them. Will continue my posts on The Trip after this.Every year we have a week off for Plant maintenance, and this last week was the scheduled maintenance off, as I didn’t get time to meet some of my friends after I took up this job, I had planned to make full use of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/1032763247081261879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=1032763247081261879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/1032763247081261879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/1032763247081261879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-week.html' title='The Last Week'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-8667209197507347878</id><published>2008-05-31T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:08:41.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip – The First Plan and its planners.</title><summary type='text'>As if Dil Chahta Hai wasn’t enough, one more movie had to add fuel to the fire, any guesses, well this time it was ‘The Wild Hogs’. Now this really had me wondering why we weren’t going out on that trip that we had planned long ago, thanks to G Talk and Yahoo Messenger, we were able to plan a trip even though we were sitting miles apart in our Air Conditioned corporate cubicles under the watchful</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/8667209197507347878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=8667209197507347878' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/8667209197507347878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/8667209197507347878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-first-plan-and-its-planners.html' title='The Trip – The First Plan and its planners.'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-1123443868890195283</id><published>2008-05-31T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:21:35.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip - Background</title><summary type='text'>It was during my 3rd year engineering that Dil Chahta Hai was released, and since the day we saw that movie, me and my friends were gung-ho about going to GOA as a group and wile away our time there for a day or two, that was way back in 2003, soon after that we all got held up with final year projects, exams and then job hunts, not that we were some book worms, but then clearing the exams was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/1123443868890195283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=1123443868890195283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/1123443868890195283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/1123443868890195283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-background.html' title='The Trip - Background'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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-2640346432796029212.post-3764815620475004373</id><published>2008-05-31T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T07:20:22.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip - Introduction</title><summary type='text'>Let me begin my blogging with the best thing i did this year, something which for me was adventurous and entertaining. It might not be for some people as they might have done something like this many a times in their lives and for some others something like this might not be exciting at all, but for me it was exhilarating.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/feeds/3764815620475004373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2640346432796029212&amp;postID=3764815620475004373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/3764815620475004373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2640346432796029212/posts/default/3764815620475004373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://satyarules.blogspot.com/2008/05/trip-introduction.html' title='The Trip - Introduction'/><author><name>My Space</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04821790599425664918</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></feed>
