<?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-5530029791904193416</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:05:27.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Theories</title><subtitle type='html'>I am a normal person with ordinary communication skills but something to tell to world. Hope you find it interesting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijtheories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530029791904193416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijtheories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Great Chintu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858382632934483968</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-5530029791904193416.post-4521768046093563468</id><published>2009-03-08T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:06:21.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensibility, Nostradamus and Dev D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my good friends told me that my articles lack sense. They don’t have a  single underlying structure and they don’t stick to a single topic. So I am  sitting here trying to write something to make a sense out of and then I think  what sense is really. Is anyone really sensible out here? Is being a conformist  a sensibility? Doing things because everyone is doing it, how can it be  sensible? Isn’t it  opposite of sensibility? Think of 1600s when church had a  hold over society and that was a dangerous times for an extraordinary mind to  express themselves, personalities like Nostradamus had to write his visions in  form of nostradamian French. (Imagine the guy had to create his own language)He  took the advice of Mahavir Buddha of living on middle path way literally!!Anyway  I think it is possible that he is just some dude from our future who went into  our past making our present more mysterious than it already is. I think  sensibility like many other words which have forgotten their origin I.e. instead  of helping to understand one another it has tricked us into believing that there  is one consciousness of whole human kind. Like our numbers on this planet is  some sort of continuous random variable or we are an uncountable noun like oil.  No we are not 1.5 or 1.6; we are one person or two persons. We are individuals.  That is what our forefathers have been trying to tell through monarchy and  dictatorship. We can succeed if we can find the insanity in this heap of sanity.  Future success of the companies in this globe is dependent on this fact only. A  very good example of this strategy is a movie&lt;br /&gt; Dev D directed by Anurag Kashyap.  This movie is made exclusively for multiplex audience who have climbed up on the  ladder of Maslow’s hierarchy. They are not satisfied by cheap thrills of hero  hitting the villain. They do not want this sensibility. They want something  insane like hero and villain in one character. They want to mix it up baby. I am  looking forward to the future where a movie is made specifically for one person.  No matter how insane this sound but future is&lt;br /&gt;mass customization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZQXMDEOPHU/SbRhCjMC9NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TTmFNmeAqFc/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZQXMDEOPHU/SbRhCjMC9NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TTmFNmeAqFc/s400/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310976557010056402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ME AND MY SENSIBILITY&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/5530029791904193416-4521768046093563468?l=kshitijtheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijtheories.blogspot.com/feeds/4521768046093563468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijtheories.blogspot.com/2009/03/sensibility-nostradamus-and-dev-d.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530029791904193416/posts/default/4521768046093563468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530029791904193416/posts/default/4521768046093563468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijtheories.blogspot.com/2009/03/sensibility-nostradamus-and-dev-d.html' title='Sensibility, Nostradamus and Dev D'/><author><name>The Great Chintu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858382632934483968</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OZQXMDEOPHU/SbRhCjMC9NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/TTmFNmeAqFc/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5530029791904193416.post-4582980720406214581</id><published>2009-01-25T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:28:36.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death, vote and life</title><content type='html'>From 2003 to 2008 around 20,700 people have died on mumbai railway tracks. This is about 10 a day. Lives like mine, which had dreams and hopes and whoosh!! Game over. Such fragile life. What does this mean if I say to myself I am gone. Why then care so much about it. Why this need to plan and plan and make others and ours life miserable. What is the use of it if some one can easily enter a place where I am chilling with my friends and start open firing an   AK-47. If it is just as easy to loose then why bother thinking so far ahead. Isn’t life like a vote in a democracy? However great my reasoning is my decision is having a same power as a person who is selling his vote for a day’s meal. Some people may say that since life is so delicate that is why it needs to be cherished and protected and made a meaning of. I respect that. Question must not be what you got? Rather how you spend? Life isn’t fair. By the age of ten basic value system of a child is already built due to courtesy of primary social group. Does every parent have excellent parenting skills? Nope, some have horrible. Life is like a relay race where your parents handle you the life, yours life and whether we win the race or not is not the important question but the timing of your part matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530029791904193416-4582980720406214581?l=kshitijtheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijtheories.blogspot.com/feeds/4582980720406214581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijtheories.blogspot.com/2009/01/death-vote-and-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530029791904193416/posts/default/4582980720406214581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530029791904193416/posts/default/4582980720406214581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijtheories.blogspot.com/2009/01/death-vote-and-life.html' title='Death, vote and life'/><author><name>The Great Chintu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858382632934483968</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-5530029791904193416.post-8841266851382759370</id><published>2009-01-24T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T07:47:36.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Television,pills and time</title><content type='html'>Television in our life is akin to taking a pill. Medicine is good till it is used to cure people but somehow somewhere, things went wrong. We started abusing them. Instead of living through pain and enjoying it we started taking happy pills to a verge of abuse. Now we sit in our happy homes and we prefer to watch rather than share experiences with each other. Open a Tv and a  4 year old kid will stop crying. We came on this earth to gain some experience of human lives, to see what effect does external environment have on our inner psyche, instead we take a happy pill and postpone the moment of truth as far as possible and when it comes we say how bad this kalyug is, where u cannot trust the time. Time is an ultimate authority in our lives. We want a stamp of his highness on our bundle of happiness before we can enjoy it. Give me joy but tell me how long will it remain with me since moment of extreme happiness is like a dream, which remains with me, but still is far, far away from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5530029791904193416-8841266851382759370?l=kshitijtheories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kshitijtheories.blogspot.com/feeds/8841266851382759370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijtheories.blogspot.com/2009/01/televisionpills-and-time.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530029791904193416/posts/default/8841266851382759370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5530029791904193416/posts/default/8841266851382759370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kshitijtheories.blogspot.com/2009/01/televisionpills-and-time.html' title='Television,pills and time'/><author><name>The Great Chintu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13858382632934483968</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>
