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Taare Zamin Par ! Saw this movie recently, my company while watching this movie included my school friend better called a chaddi buddy!, another present colleague and one more fellow of our age. I loved this movie! Why? Mainly because this movie made us recall our school days. It took us 15 years back in time, to the days of early rising, days of discipline, days of tiffin boxes and the days of competitions. To the days when everyone was taught to follow a dream and the days when what a right dream would be was also suggested. Right meant being successful, paying back and paying back well and paying back well quickly! It reminded us of the success formulas and patterns and why all thought that these patterns were critically important. Taare Zameen Par is a story of a boy who could not follow these patterns. Simply because he did not see them. And therefore in spite of being a talent in his own world, he came to be regarded as a failure. And this was true especially because his

Benazir Bhutto and American Elections An edited and expanded version of this article is now published on the IPCS website. It can be found here .

Memoirs of a Confused Soul This confused soul opened his blog nearly a year ago, thought about what to write, what to publish and what to express in a way that people (you) will read, like, appreciate and encourage. He thought over it and came to no conclusions or rather to the conclusion NO, that he could not and should not write, after all there was nothing interesting that he could offer. And who wants to read about the confused soul? So the confused soul ignored that blog again, nearly forgot about it. Then he came to what is called and believed to be the Greatest Country In the World! Met different people, ate new kinds of food each day and tried to learn and understand about others. Still he had nothing to write! Or still he did not find a topic wait! Is that confused soul Lazy too? very recently he came to know that he stays in the same part of the world that encouraged Robert Frost to write the poems like the woods are lovely dark and deep....... and the confused