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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Given all this, a
feeling of insecurity has enveloped me. This feeling of insecurity shows its
ugly head in the form of radical thoughts that I have developed of late.
Thoughts of not getting married, thoughts of feminist outlook, thoughts mostly
radical or mostly negative about life.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Though the genesis of these thoughts, as I just mentioned, is not a standard
one, I still find these radical thoughts very rational. That is to say, I might
have discovered these while in not-so-ideal-circumstances of life, but they do
make ample sense to me somehow. And now that I have discovered them, it is like
I feel I have always believed in them. (I keep on calling them radical
because for a normal person they are radical, but essentially these radical
ideas are more tailor-made to make them sound rational). I am gonna share
with you these thoughts which I am seriously giving consideration to. However,
as a disclaimer, please note that you might find these thoughts meaningless and
immature, like my life and me, respectively.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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So, there is a pattern which we all follow in life. We are born, we study, get
a job, marry, have kids, do all sorts of things to keep our kids happy, and
eventually die. Cant we change the course of this pattern to suit ourselves?
Yes. Will that be acceptable to the society? No. Haha! That’s where the buck
stops! Society, which we all are a part of.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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If there was a way to minimize the influence of society on our family and
people that matter, I would rather not marry and alter the pattern I mentioned
above. Wouldn’t it just be awesome to earn what your job pays and spend it all
on yourself and your parents, rather than saving it for your kids education and
marriage in future? No? Yes?</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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I know most of you all who read this will call me a psycho and pray for my
mental well being, for which I say “thank you”. But come on,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>is it necessary to marry someone?</u></span><o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></u><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have discussed this with some wise people. What emerges out
is, maybe yes, marrying is an essential part. Why so? Simply because today you
have friends to hang out with. But gradually each one is set to get
married and get busy with their lives. Thus, leaving you alone at the
‘centre’ of your friends ‘circle’, where it appears that you are surroundeed
with so many other points but you will soon realize that all these points are
at a certain distance from you, making you feel all the more a hermit. So its
better to bridge the gap with a radius, find a partner and join the circular
party, than to stay alone at the centre of the circle. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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So altering the pattern by not getting married might be a bit boring.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><u>However, you can suit yourself by
not making children after marriage</u>. An ideal situation is that you get
married to a person who thinks like you. So it is like 1/100000000000 = 0
chance that you meet a person who is ready to marry you, and NOT have kids! Now
that’s a pathbreaking thought!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Wouldn’t it be just fun that the two of you just pool your resources and take a
nice long trip to places like Greece and Prague and Paris every 3-4 months,
than earning your salary, investing it, saving it all for your kids for their
education and marriage and insurance. Uff !! Really, why do people want kids!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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All those arguments of budhape ka sahara and log kya kahenge, are crap and not
acceptable. Till date I have not found a counter-argument or a ratioanle to
nullify the substance of this thought of getting married and not having kids.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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This is the most comfortable and easier path I am ready to accept as my future.
Having said that , things can change because the basic
assumption--- "there is a way to minimize the influence of society on
our family and people that matter"--- on which all these
possibilities were built on was a weak one; further, it is next to
impossible to find a partner who would not want kids.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Fact of the matter is-From where i see, future looks scary and pitch dark.
This thought of not having kids and enjoying life as i please, gives me a
comfort to atleast take that first plunge into the darkness-- n get
married. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Kids, well, we will cross that bridge when it comes. (*I will just ensure
the bridge never comes*)</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh and no, my marriage is not on the cards. Goodnight/day!</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-28951045967239934532014-11-03T00:32:00.002+05:302014-11-03T01:14:12.470+05:30#1 <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Opening it after months, the keys of my laptop are hard to press;
similar is the case with my brain. Words are difficult to extract from it and
sprinkle on this screen. Happens when you are blogging after so long that you
don’t remember when you last gave your brain that prospect to find an
expression for the things within.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Last year and this….. Tough! Probably the toughest 2 years of my
life, professionally and personally both. Professional front, now, seems
stable. Personal front is like a cracked glass of a car you are driving-
neither has it broken into pieces, nor does it let you see the road ahead. But
car is running as it must! There are no simple answers there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes it appears that peace is walking towards me at a
gingerly pace; and in an endeavor to embrace it I realize it was never there. I
have never faced any problem this difficult and so long lasting. Soooo long,
that even after grappling with it for over a year, there is no answer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">If that weren’t enough, there is a constant pressure of age which
is now entering the danger zone, exerting pressure to get married, while I am
in the worst possible state of mind which is too fragile to decide anything
that will keep me at peace. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-14002909599417161482013-10-14T22:01:00.000+05:302014-01-15T22:44:02.991+05:30Superhero<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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he never asked you where Rs 100 was spent. But indirectly maybe, he always taught
you life’s lessons, some over a short drives, some over lunch time, some from live experiences. He is
that person who you as a girl always thought was perfect. He is the cumulative
of all the super heroes you once admired. Literally.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Each wrinkle on his face is the mark of experience that he
has been through. Chiseled by experiences, carved by circumstances, shaped by
world’s forces in the best possible way, he is the encyclopedia of how this
world behaves. He is the one who ensures that you grew like a princess and blossomed
like a flower, saving you from every storm that he had to face. He stood like a
tree in the afternoon sun, only to make sure that you thought it was still cool
outside, when inside him there ran squalls of despair and sometimes also rivers
of tears. You cried when you were tensed about your exams. But he faced more
practical exams in life with so much at stake and never even let you feel the heat.
Didn’t he feel like crying it out? Of course he did. But he did not. For you. He
is the unfathomable ocean of tears, experiences and hardships. But will cover
it all up only for you.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He didn’t cry when his princess had to go away from home for
studies. Maybe he cried a river inside then. But he chose to conceal it. Not
because he is afraid to do so, but because he knows he has to absorb her tears
too. While leaving the house, you hugged her, and when it came to him, you
touched his feet. But every time you touched his feet, in your heart you felt his
arms embracing you. He never said the words yet always ensured that you took
care of yourself. He never asked you if
you were alright, but always made sure that you were. He never asked if you
need anything, but always gave it to you.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As a daughter/son, you approached him only when you wanted
something. And without a question he approved everything and she always played
the flow control valve. It was just through that ‘yes’ that he could shower his
love. Cause he never really cared about wording the feeling out. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He wants you to scroll up the heights of success and not plumb
trenches he once had to. He wants you to be happy and safe and strong. You wish
you could be like him. He is THE superhero of your life. He loves you. But he
could never say it to you. You love him too, but you express it only by
touching his feet every time you leave your house. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You are clueless what commotion his heart will be subjected
to, when one day his princess, who loved him silently like he did, the flower
he so long cared for, will be plucked from his plant to embellish the life of another.
With an aching heart and oozing tears, he expects his princess’ happiness, her safety
and the new man in her life to love her like he does. Care for her like he
does. Be the world to her like he was. Be the superhero of her life.</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-82635746533247289512013-09-14T23:42:00.000+05:302014-01-15T22:46:36.568+05:30TOW Monica's Secret Closet<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">T.O.W. The Secret Closet, remember, Monica’s secret closet
in FRIENDS.. Yes this place too is Monica’s secret closet. Place where she stores
all the dark secrets :P ! Monica- My favorite female character in FRIENDS!
Commanding, aggressive, ‘organized’… the connecting link between all the 6… like
me.... I know my friends would agree to this! I know Chandler sure would :P </span><br />
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Well, Dunno why I am writing all this. Today I have decided to just let my thoughts
take the form of words! I have no intentions to “think” today… Ha! as if I ever
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have always been a ‘speak-out’er person, whatever I feel I
speak out.. and of late I have found out that this is good only till some point
of time in life, and only with some people in life. You just can’t BE yourself
with anyone you want. It will take time to align myself to this new school of
thought. But sooner or later I will have to! *Welcome to the World, Mon* Not
everyone here is gonna be your friend. But don’t lose the ones who will be
there forever.<br />
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Ever wondered why this is so! The world just gets more and more polluted as we
grow up. Or maybe, as we grow up, we realize kindness, frankness, gentleness are
just words, some constructs made so that we easily adapt the more relevant models
of life- like being crafty, being deceitful. All good things are just
ideologies and not matters of fact. What we grow up learning as ideals are just
crafts. You can fathom black only when you have seen white. Idiots like me keep
dwelling in the white ideals in their dark secret closet and expect the world
to be white.<br />
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Eventually truth has to dawn on to you that you can’t deal with people just
guilelessly.. it just doesn’t work that way. You have to be artful. There has
to be an ulterior meaning in everything you do! And I still don’t know, why !
:| I just wish life was simpler. Isn’t it that we are all having the same
coffee in different mugs?! But eventually, MUGS matter, eh!? <br />
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**I sooooo want someone to come and tell me this is all wrong** </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It was so good when we were all kids, wasn’t it? No ulterior
intents. Only pure feelings. It all becomes bad when the deviousness gets the
better of you…! <b>I really wish life were the other way round.... so that you
could end up being a kid… than end up writing it off ! </b></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-12072567324088859162013-06-03T19:15:00.002+05:302013-06-06T11:02:09.093+05:30Bambai Meri Jaan......<div class="MsoNormal">
Bombay. The love for the city is a feeling no one else can feel it for you.<br />
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A seven year stint with life in Bombay, most memorable and most
cherished, is forever etched in my mind, eternally preserved in my heart. It is
the City that made me fall in love, with itself and ahem; City
that comforts you with humid weather throughout the year and with tolerable low-temperatures and pleasant weather in winter. No other city in this world looks as beautiful as
Mumbai when it has rained. The light reflecting from the drenched streets is
unique to this very city. Endearing, it looks. </div>
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I love this city for the attitude it has. No one raises an
eyebrow at whatever you wear or do. Call it the independence that the city brings to you. No load shedding. Abundant cooperation and
helpfulness of the people is evident. The double-decker bus; and the excellent view from upper
front seat, of the roads and reflecting lights, after it has rained is
something I am ready to pay double the ticket amount for. A ride along Worli sea
face or Marine drive on my bike with my best friend makes me get over any
sorrow or heartache. Street Chaat. Yummmmmier than Mummy's food... at times.</div>
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I have so much to write about this magical city that one
blog post falls short of conveying it all. I will, as I get time, write about
my experiences with this city. The food, the people, the transport system, the
lone shopping and movie watching that I did, Hangout places I have been to and
the SOBO trips with my best friend and Sarangi (my Activa).</div>
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The reason for me jotting this down is not for people to
read and gather info. It is for my personal satisfaction. That, say, 10 years
down the line if I am away from this city, I will have some memories written
down for a revisit, to bring a smile on my face, which will certainly take a
while to fade away.</div>
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To Mumbai, the city I love, I dedicate my Bombay Diaries #1
to #n ………………….! </div>
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Keep visiting.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-36884629575379414452013-03-28T00:11:00.002+05:302019-03-09T17:48:41.701+05:30Last Goodbye<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Decanting how you made me feel into words and expressing it
justly is a tough task, given how special you were to me. If there’s
anything that even remotely made me fathom what it’d be like to be a mom
(without actually being one), it was when I lifted you up in my arms and you
cuddled me with an urge that confirms how much you wanted to be in my arms; it
was when I fed you with my hands and then wiped away the remnants of your food
on your chin; it was when you always wanted me to be with you, like a small
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">minutes together just outside the bathroom-door, until I finished bathing. <br>
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But I was a cruel, wasn’t I? I was never with you always. But I ensured to be with you whenever I could. But puggy, pity me more than you would censure me. I always wanted to be with you. You know it, I know
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The first day you came to our place, scared and petrified,
hundreds of questions in your mind maybe, but you made nothing of your
apprehensions. Within minutes you were one of us. The small little baby that
you were, guileless, innocence exuding from those uncorrupt eyes that always
wanted only love, you made a place in our heart way before you got that corner
there in front of the spiral staircase.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Spiral staircase! You never climbed them up. Did you!
The small little legs and eyes could never comprehend how to climb the spiral
stairs. You were a tough child; adamant most of the times, to explore your own
abilities. But when you finally scaled six of the stairs, we saw it in your eyes that happiness and pride when one bags a first
prize. So what if you could not climb the remaining 15 stairs, scaling just 6
made you a hero in our eyes!</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Remember, how I did my very best, so you could cadge every
chance to relish and tantalize your sweet taste buds, even if for me it meant
going on a war with my Mom? Remember, the moment when your life was almost at
stake when Tuffy came and pounced on you. Terrorized and aghast, you couldn’t
leave even for a moment the comfort you found in my lap. Sorry, puggy, for that
terrible incident. I can still feel you shivering and trembling in my hands. Also,
remember that first time you went on a car drive with me. Shuddering, you would
just not get off my lap! I treasure every moment I spent with you, Puggy.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The innumerable times the two of us played ‘pakda-pakdi’
like we were kids from the nursery class. Running all the way from
balcony to Akshay’s room and back again. Such fun it was. That’s when you made
me feel also like a child of your age. You delivered bliss in whatever limited
time you were with me, puugy. You made my life a blissland.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">For Mom, you were her 4<sup>th</sup> child. You never
belonged to the category of Rocky and Tuffy. You always came in with
Piyu-Monu-Akshay for her. She loved you dearly, and you know it. Wasn’t she the
one who saved you that day from Tuffy’s grasp? Piyu for you was that stern and
a demanding nursery teacher, who taught you discipline. But baby, wasn’t she
also the one who screamed in inestimable delight and surprise, when you finally
learnt how to shake-hand; and when you brought the ball thrown away, back to
her? Akshay was your ‘yo bro’ and loved you beyond limits. And for Dad, you
were the most special of the lot… </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If only it was the case that you read this letter and came
back running to our home, puggy… </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"These memories are draped in the blanket of our love.<br>
Wait for me at the door, like you always did, until we meet above."</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br></div>
<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Puggy, even today the rays of the sun coursing through the
glass window illuminate the place you used to reign in, but today you are no
more there. Even today your voice echoes exactly at 9am for breakfast, wish it
was you, but alas…….. puggy, even today I look for a furrowed brow as cute and as innocent as yours, but no one comes close, you were the best among the lot.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The biggest regret of my life is not having been with you in
your last moments. But even then, YOU made sure I met you, didn't you? You made
sure you said that Last Goodbye to the person who loved you most dearly. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Did you not come to me, in the form of a Pug that stays in a
house opposite my college here in Bombay, and got yourself caressed and pampered from me?
I know it was you who made the distance meaningless just moments before your
time ended. I know it was you. I ssso know it was you, though miles away, but you
met me in your own physical form-- of a pug.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Baby, people call it
coincidence and they call me crazy. <br>
But I know that pug was you. I know it was your soul in his body, that came to
me……….<br>
To say the Last Goodbye ……… :'(<br>
To say the Last Goodbye :’( </span></div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-50310969562538957792013-03-10T10:19:00.006+05:302013-03-10T10:30:43.465+05:30Silence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">A thousand misconceptions Flanked by</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;">Allowed them not to see each other in eye</span></div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Though within they had the same intent</div>
</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Of calling the other just a friend!</div>
</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
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<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
A wave of happiness in his world</div>
</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
She thought she was no more required.</div>
</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Withdrew herself from his vicinity,</div>
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<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
He was cold, basking in glory.</div>
</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
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<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Time and silence hit them hard,</div>
</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Inelegance later played its part.</div>
</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
She was forlorn and he was a star,</div>
</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Grappling for words, both kept afar.</div>
</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Trying to make sense of what all remained;</div>
</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Memories of the past stand unchained.</div>
</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Who’d speak up <strong>first</strong> was obscure,</div>
</div>
<div style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; padding: 0px;">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Hollowing out the feelings lying layers under.</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
<div>
<span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b>Part 1 of 2.....</b></span></div>
</div>
<div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><b>to be continued</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: small;"><span style="color: magenta;">---12/12/12</span></b></div>
</div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-38003696947429686322013-03-04T11:23:00.000+05:302013-03-10T11:36:09.616+05:30"Moments"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A walk on the beach with sand between your toes</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The freshness in the air as the rain starts to pour</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">An embrace that lasts just a little longer than usual</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Small moments of life that make it all the more valuable</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That blissful restful silence at the end of a busy day</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A hand-written letter from a friends far-away</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The feeling when someone takes your hand in theirs,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Or the lazy cuddling in the morning of cold shivers</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A majestic sunset or an inspiring sunrise,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Curl up with your cell, call a friend and reminisce,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Or discover some cash you didn't know you ever had</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Comfy chair; and dwelling in the thoughts of the book you just read</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Returning to your pets after a loooong while,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Love for you in their eyes knows no border line,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Seeing them battling with each other to impress</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Trying to please you and get caressed...</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The bliss in hitting 'snooze' and going back to sleep,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Or a fresh coffee smell wafting through the room,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Or an apparently broken ipod visited after a year,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Suddenly working fine, delighting your ear</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">An old friend, a new time and a car drive,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A fitting song playing on the radio live,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The smile of surprise on your friend's face</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A small moment of joy,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Of which you wouldn't wanna lose a trace</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Beating of your heart as you confess to the one you love</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And thrill of the moment when the air is filled with silence,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hearing a 'YES'.... in elation you scream,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And the sweet setback when you realize,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">All of it was just a dream.....!</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-81980587163460608672012-08-31T10:47:00.001+05:302012-08-31T12:04:44.926+05:30The Alibi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The seed of this thought came from our F.M. Professor who is
the most influential person and probably the BEST teacher I have ever come
across. He says, “You must have an alibi in life.” </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">All JBites would easily conjure up who I am talking about…. </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yes, Prof Sandeep Gokhale.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Our life is always crammed with materialistic aspirations.
When you were in school, the peer and public pressures of getting those top
ranks; in undergrad, the same rat race of keeping your cgpa above the
acceptable limits; in post grad another arduous task of selling yourself to
companies and getting the coveted job for yourself. And the more it is coveted,
the more satisfaction you have of grabbing the offer letter. There are only
more laps in the race, and the race never ends…….</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">After all does it really matter? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yes. It does, but only for any other person, but you. After
all, the materialistic things are what people look at you for. It may not be that
thing which gives you internal fulfillment, that satisfaction of having
established something in life. For that you must have recourse in life; to keep
yourself going. Materialistic things become trivial after a point in time, at
which you have to have something that will make your life meaningful. This recourse is not what you pursue foremost,
but in addition to what you consider to be foremost.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And, it could be anything. For a ruddy good CEO of a top MNC, it
could be his desire of singing. For an accomplished doc, it could be
playing a guitar. For an ordinary aam aadmi it could be doing his part for the
society. For a well established entrepreneur, it could be something as as
trivial sounding as spending time with his family and loved ones. It is something the motivation for which does not emerge out of monetary or any kind of benefits. The only motivation behind which is happiness.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It is there in everyone. It is an inner yearning we have. Of
something that we wanted to pursue, maybe, but couldn’t, to make that
difference to our life… Or it can also be about making some positive difference
to others’ lives. And it is worth taking some time out to figure out what
exactly this resort is for you. So that when you have attained the peak in
Maslow’s need hierarchy, and there’s nothing more to climb, you exactly know where
to fly… : )</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">For me… I am still trying to figure out, what it is for me.
Maybe playing a piano…. Maybe singing….. Maybe teaching..... Maybe even writing! Don’t know. But will
figure out soon. It’s still a long time before I reach The Maslow’s Peak!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">But…………. What’s your alibi in life? : )</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Goodnight/day !</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Please <a href="http://blogs.ubc.ca/marketdown/tag/maslows-hierarchy-of-needs/" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a> </span>In case you have forgotten Maslow's Need Hierarchy ;) </div>
</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-29025011948225571342012-08-29T02:41:00.000+05:302014-01-15T22:42:27.285+05:304<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div style="text-align: center;">
Thoughts are yours,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Words are mine,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Without you can I </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Ever....</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Complete this rhyme?!</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Filled with feelings that</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Words alone can't portray</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
This one's for you</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Dear,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
With all the love today....</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
We may have changed,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
But one thing I wanna say...</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
The sparkle in your eyes</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Makes me fall for you</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Even today....</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Sometimes I am the vine</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Holding onto you (tree) ....</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And sometimes you are a kid</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
N I'm the one to hold...</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In some ways we've matured</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Like a good 4 year old wine,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
In others we're still as fresh</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
As a fruit ..</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Picked off a tree in time...</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Eternal togetherness</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
For years four,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
You gave me the privilege of </div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
Being friends,</div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
And a bit more... ;-)<br />
<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-37772860019996193072012-08-15T21:34:00.001+05:302012-08-15T21:35:24.760+05:30ALL, in 24hrs<p>It was the time when I was interning with Castrol. I picked up a novel of my favorite love author Niholas Sparks. I have read many of his books and I love the way he paints the picture, gradually, beautifully, of the characters and sensitively introduces different issues. The stories he writes are amazingly different than the run of the mill stories we see in movies. Now, I’m not an avid love story reader. But I love this author’s style more than love stories. Then be it any story. <p>No, this is not a book review, not even anything close to that. Read on. <p>So, on this late Sunday eve, I started reading this novel- “the lucky one”. Totally engrossed, never felt like giving it up. Read till about 2am at night. But had to give up, since I had market visits in central Bombay (sion, gtb nagar) the next day. And these visits used to be kinda demanding, since it was summer, one; and two, it involved too much interactions with mechanics- who had better things to get frustrated in life than answering to some questions thrown at them by a summer trainee :D :P <p>Woke up at about 7am, again started reading. Got ready. And by 10:30am I was on the streets of central Mumbai, under sun, and in fronta mechanics- who were staring at me with great irritation :P Having done with the visit, came back home by about 4pm and again started reading the novel, by this time it was getting damn interesting! <p>Ok, reading on….. finished it by about 7-7:15pm. and this was only second time in life that I had completed reading a novel in just one day, infact even lesser than that! I generally take atleast 2 days or 3 days to finish one. Just 1 day was an achievement for me :P <p>Then took up a newspaper, which was a routine read. Flipping pages, reading only headlines outta laziness (laziness outta happiness of having finished reading a book in one day), was surprised to *discover* that the movie based on the same novel HAS BEEN released ! :O :D Oh that was an electrifying feeling! Aaaaand I decided to watch it! It was running in Sterling theatre at CST, 8.30pm. <p>I thought it’d be useless to ask anyone to accompany me, since nobody knows Nicholas Sparks and nobody reads his novel (except for a senior of mine in JBIMS). I went alone! Bought the ticket. Took a Sub. Went to the hall. Found my seat. And enjoyed the book, which I read just minutes back, being played in fronta me. As always, it felt that the book was better. In a movie, they obviously have to curb many things, which kinda tweaks the entire plot around the characters. But I could see the characters, just like I had imagined while reading. The sets, just like portrayed in the description. The story, a bit compressed but nonetheless nicely elaborated in movie form. <p>I know, you’d think that people *do read novels* and *do watch movies* based on them. BIG DEAL!? Hehe :P … but normally there is a huge time difference between two activities and seldom it happens that the movie IS in theatres right when you finish the book! Hence, why I consider this as different and treasurable is obvious.</p> <p>Tell me- <br><strong><em>How often does it happen that—> 1.you read a book + 2.watch a movie based on that book “IN THEATRE” + 3.all this within a span of *24hrs* ! It’s sure a rarity !</em></strong></p> <p>Goodnight/day!</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-81151147578733279052012-08-10T15:39:00.001+05:302012-08-10T16:19:49.457+05:30Minus 3<p align="center">This day, we walked, then walked even more<br>Beyond the furthest point we'd been before</p> <p align="center">Clueless how it happened, the serendipity<br>Was designed by not me or you, but sanctity</p> <p align="center">Like destiny and origin, found the shore<br>Of life’s infinite ocean of love… and only more</p> <p align="center">Found the calm that drains my rage,<br>Writing a new story on my every page</p> <p align="center">Having said everything there’s more to write<br>Speechless me, help me complete this line?</p> <p align="center"><b></b>Can’t express the joy for it is too much for words,<br>First coffee, First dinner and all the sweet firsts!</p> <p align="center">Wish I could playback it all, my dear, but<br><em>How can one poem convey our fun of 3 years ;) ??</em></p> <p align="center"><em></em> </p> <p align="center"><em>Goodnight/day</em></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-58108555075400033822012-07-17T19:11:00.001+05:302012-08-10T15:40:38.910+05:30unjust time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>Matunga</b>: VJTI canteen, UDCT canteen,
Classic, Garnish, Rasna Punjab, Madras Café, Mysore Café, Koolar, Durga
Parmeshwari, Mani’s, Chinaman, Arya Bhavan, Anand Bhavan, Idli House, Relax,
Ramashraya, Chatai Pav Bhaji, Café Gulshan, 5 Garden Sandwich, Guptaji’s chaat,
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vada-pav, Aamdar nivas, Vihar, Status, Copper Chimney, Khyber, Piccadilly,
Relish, Samrat, Jazz by the bay, Sardar Pavbhaji, Crystal, Bhagat Tarachand.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-13287296449733618232012-05-02T20:48:00.001+05:302012-05-24T16:24:54.560+05:30A Random Update<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So, we are re-launching a product which hasn’t been successful for multiple reasons. And mind you none of these reasons is related to the quality. The product is a premium product in its category and has been a failure, more of a managerial kind than of a technical sort! Re-launching that product has several aspects to it, ATL, digital, BTL, this, that…… what I’m concerned with is the BTL activation of the re-launch, choosing an agency, getting the stuff implemented through them throughout India within the given budget. Hah! Let’s see how it goes! I’m not here to write about it :P That’s for my reference in future. <br />
So, it’s been like.. what … 8 days since it started. And we are making the most of it.. I mean making most of the Coffee Machine… Oh! Did you think about the Learning? :P Well haven’t thought much about that yet…. :) <br />
A typical day of mine starts with waking up at 6:00am and re-waking up at 6:30am….. The morning rituals and bathing takes about an hour… by the end of which my tiffin is ready (Thanks to aunty :) ). I then board a taxi for Dadar station by 7:35am.. Now what kind of taxi drivers I have to deal with every coming day, don’t ask! I rush for the 7:56 Andheri local (ie goes only upto Andheri, not beyond and therefore has less crowd) and board the particular bogie I love- “the most churchgate side” bogie :P (this nomenclature was taught to me by Vrishali- one who taught me to board locals, read the display boards, K=Kalyan, T= Thane, C=Churchgate etc…, 12=12car, 9=9car, F=fast, S=slow etc…) <br />The-Most-Churchgate-Side bogie would mean the southernmost bogie.. or in *this* case the last bogie! All this while I have my radio plugged in. Or at times Sango’s lectures. Depends whether I’m carrying my ipod or not. <br />
Ok. So where were we… Andheri. Yeah. The real tussle begins once I reach Andheri, the worst place in the whole of Mumbai! Mad Rush! Mad Public! Mad Autowallahs! Ufffff !!!! So After crossing the bridge West to East, you have to stand in the queue for an auto. Because if you don’t stand, they charge you 150/- for the same trip for which you’d end up paying just 20bucks if you stand in queue! You really BUY TIME in Mumbai! Tell ya, that’s Mumbai for you! But in all of this, what I like the most is- the discipline… People here are civilized and disciplined… <br />
The Auto running on the jagged and crooked road takes me to the place I intended to be- Technopolis Knowledge Park- in about 20mins and 20bucks! Ha! So by now I’m already sleepy all over again. So now you realize what kind of motivation is needed to get you through the rest of the day which is actually the WHOLE of it?! I go mad! One hour after I reach the office, my mind is soo turbulent.. All negative thoughts.. immense tension of deadlines.. sleeeepy.. missing home…. All of which ends up in me pressing the machine for a hot chocolate. And as I’m back to the desk, I see my buddies turning up one by one…. We slowly get into conversation and it lightens my dark blues.. <br />All of this ends up in logging on to Facebook and JBmail :D …. And now I get all answers to the questions I used to ask to Mukul and Varun when they were constantly online during their internship :P . Funny… how it all unfolds…. Innit?! <br />
The day goes by. We laugh. We chat. Some of us wait eagerly for the free lunch. Sometimes in between we read up stuff. We meet our mentors for a dosage of de-motivation, I do atleast! Then by the time it’s 4:30pm I am already dreaming of leaving for home. <br />
And ssso I do at 5:00pm! I hurry for a random bus to Andheri station… I board any damn FAST local I see in the offing on the indicator.. Get down at Dadar… and back home by taxi/bus depending upon my mental energy levels to sustain patience of waiting for a bus! After all this, IF I have some sanity left, I work on stuff which I should have ideally done in the office… ELSE, I end up writing such posts! :D <br />
Goodnight/day!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-25462779540776174392012-04-01T00:56:00.000+05:302013-03-10T11:37:09.404+05:30Our Tree<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-22383877436053366582012-02-08T00:29:00.001+05:302014-02-04T23:36:49.295+05:30In sanity !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Writing after long.. Blame the overrated course called ‘Yem Bee Yea’, otherwise I’d’ve been an established author by now with 100 books published :P Ok sarcasm n jokes apart, Today I’m gonna talk some sense. Or something that I think is sense :D <br />
You know… We all aspire for things in life...! To become this, that. To get here. To get there. No, there’s nothing wrong in it. One must…. I say…… aspire, dream and work hard for it. I have learnt it the hard way. Point I am going to make here is not to discourage one from working hard. But this will certainly soothe pain of those who have aspired for something but achieved something lesser. Believe me, it happened for a reason. It is not about accepting the defeat. It’s just about facing the reality. <br />
So, we aspire for things in life. Right? But on what basis? <br />
We evaluate whether our abilities, capabilities are enough for us to get there, thus considering only those aspects of ourselves which are positive. But I feel, what we eventually get is something that also takes into account our negatives. This is where my philosophy of life starts, I have learnt this from experiences- personal and around me. So my examples would be related to engineering, MBA, PG entrances to put it broadly, cos that’s where I come from as on 7-2-2012. :P <br />
So, It’s like looking at a company and analyzing it. You are awed by looking at the assets and come to establish that the company is doing good! But the picture is incomplete until you check its liabilities and check whether company is able to pay back the debt while in the condition it is in. <br />Or….. say it’s like looking at a PnL statement… Looking only at the Sales Revenue is not correct. You also need to account for what’s your ‘Cost’ to come to the actual Profit—i.e. what you are actually worth of. <br />
Similarly, rather than only concentrating on positives, one must also consider negatives while expecting something in life. Now, one is not so capable of evaluating oneself so critically as to get a true picture of what he deserves. So leave it up to Him i.e. God ! <br />
To substantiate this with an example:<br />Take my case, I thought I am fairly good to crack CAT and therefore I took the exam with an expectation of getting into an IIM. I certainly expected more than what I could perform/resist/realize. Or, say, I did not consider my drawbacks but only strengths. Fine, but what I landed up with finally? ---> Something that was in equilibrium with what I am. Something that suited me. Something that matched my personality. Getting into IIM would have meant staying away from home. But today where I am, I’m not actually away from my home (just giving an example, eh) … And who took care of it? HE did! I got something that did justice to my positives but also by taking into consideration my negatives.<br /><br />They say that- <em>Jo apni marjee se nahi hota, wo USKI marjee se hota hai</em> and that is always better.<br />That’s soo true. And believe me… <em>USKI marjee</em> is actually a complete package for you! The most you can do, to increase the odds of getting closer to what you expect, is by augmenting the positive part of you. <br />
Ok. Having said that, I don’t mean that one is less capable than someone else. Everyone has his core competency which is different from others’. So, what if the person sitting next to me in my classroom is wonderful at understanding the financial statements and I am not….! It’s ok. As I said, everyone is good at something or the other. I take solace in the fact that I can write philosophical blogs and that’s where he struggles :P …. I hope you get the point I’m trying to make :) <br />
A linear combination of unit vectors is always unique, like, all faces are made up of eyes, nose, lips, eyebrows etc… and yet everyone looks unique. How? Its linear combinations of these various unit vectors!!!! :) Vector logic applies everywhere. And to all ! <br />
Homework:<br />Then, Think why all Chinese look similar?? :P :P <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Life mocking you.</span><br />
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We often keep great expectations from others but in the process we fail to comprehend that everyone can make a mistake. Behind the façade of brilliance, there can be a person who dithers, makes mistakes and acts like a complete foolish. And for this very reason I find the word "perfect" actually ‘overrated’. Have you ever thought how fantastically boring a person will become if he meets all the 'set standards’ of the term ‘perfect’ on every aspect of his life? </div>
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I always feel that people expect a lot from others and recommend a lot to others. <i>‘A certain someone should have done this.’, ‘A certain someone could have done better than this.’</i> WHY !! I find all this completely pointless. But hardly anybody will agree with me on this, I know. What people see, what people interpret is superficial. What lies inside for each one of us is different and of equal essence, not less, not more than anybody else's.</div>
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In general, people judge too much based on the more trivial attributes of a person. It’s the coffee cup they look at, and judge, and fail to realize that the coffee being served to you all is just the same. It’s just that some of you have got more expensive cups than others, but how much of a difference does it make as long as the coffee you are having is the same? If this is complied with, then why do people with great coffee-mugs shun those with fractured mugs? </div>
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-40790941760642379102011-10-31T19:01:00.000+05:302011-11-05T19:05:31.058+05:30Back in time...Delving into the memories,<div>I smile...</div><div>And wish if i could</div><div>Turn back to a page</div><div>And rewrite it with a little change</div><div><br /></div><div>Beseeching to slow down time</div><div>For me to frame the words right</div><div>To confess to an ex-desire about the feeling</div><div>That was difficult for my heart to keep in</div><div><br /></div><div>Or going back to the dance floor,</div><div>With my buddies & friends,</div><div>And complete the unfinished dance step</div><div>With all grace and elegance</div><div><br /></div><div>Or moving back in time and shout </div><div>The three magic words- 'I Love You', out loud</div><div>Then capture the smile on his face</div><div>And melt.... as he holds me in embrace</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-8206233082547895032011-10-13T18:55:00.000+05:302011-11-05T18:59:39.247+05:30Forever and a Day !<div>Our eyes met</div><div>And world began to disappear</div><div>"Wonderful tonight"</div><div>The only words we could hear</div><div>You held me close</div><div>My heart began to race</div><div>A picture of our life</div><div>My mind started to trace</div><div>Like an angelic star</div><div>Crooning to my soul</div><div>No matter how far</div><div>You make me whole</div><div>If ever you doubt,</div><div>This is all i have to say</div><div>I will love you,</div><div>Forever and a day !</div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-46202171518489915152011-09-24T17:34:00.001+05:302011-09-24T17:43:04.942+05:30Don't know what to say...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There are people in this world who are really sensitive at heart, no matter how they look prima facie, they really feel the pain when they unknowingly hurt anybody. What we normally encounter are the people who are really indifferent to others’ emotions or pain. I have a long list of such people in my life. Not that I like being pitied or something but the emotional quotient is certainly not there….</div>
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My commute to the college everyday involves taking a bus upto CST and then either taking a cab from CST or another bus depending upon how late I am for the class. So today, like everyday, I went to CST and waited for cabs to come by. Since the drive from CST to my college ain’t that long, not many cab drivers entertain me. After about 5-6 drivers refused to drive me to my college, there came a cab. The driver looked really submissive…. docile if you will. I said, “bhaiya, aakashwani?” and he agreed. While on the way to the college, near Hutatma chowk, the cab was in great speed, I had tuned in to my radio.. and suddenly this guy pressed the brakes hard, and I heard some noise “KHATTTT!!!!” …</div>
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Taking out earphones, I asked him as to what happened, and in a really heartrending tone he said “Kutta tha” and I got the connection, that he had hit some dog… I asked him stop the car immediately and turned around to see if the dog’s still there… as I got off the cab a bus came along and the bus driver was laughing at the cab driver saying, “kutte ko mara tumne”. In a more poignant voice this cab driver asks “mar gaya kya wo”, to which he replied, “nahi nahi bach gaya, bhag gaya”. After hearing this, I walked some steps back to see if the dog was still there, but I couldn’t find it. </div>
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Then as I sat in the car, I looked at him in the rear view mirror (which is tilted in such a manner that passenger can communicate with the driver) and asked him to continue, I saw tears in his eyes. This guy seemed so sensitive at heart, that I was stunned to actually see him cry. I obviously didn’t let him realize that I saw him, but I was deeply touched too. </div>
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I didn’t know what say... I still don’t know what to say…….</div>
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Goodnight/day!</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-14856204015145120852011-09-12T11:53:00.001+05:302011-09-14T18:25:55.258+05:30The Nameless<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Burden of proving to the world,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Heaps up and gets heavier,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Only tussle easier than today’s</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Seems to be that of yesterday’s.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Running after The Nameless,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">You lose the breath and collapse.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Heart pounds against the beneath surface,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Horizon extends, leaving no trace.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "> </p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Know you need</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">To come out true.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">"If time has all answers,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">You have no clue."</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Moment has to run out,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Mocking your inability.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">When you are ready to restart,</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">It’s either too late, or too early.</p></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038124423980989173.post-3126935901569612792011-08-02T18:40:00.003+05:302011-08-02T18:49:48.593+05:30Don't ask "Why Me ?"Blogging after a really long time. But I'm here to share something really nice with you... It's a story. One thing lead to another and i stumbled upon this piece of writing. It's amazing. Check out. And yeah, I'll try and post more. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; " >Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of AIDS which he got due to infected blood he received during a heart surgery in 1983. From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: "Why does GOD have to select you for such a bad disease"?<br /><br />To this Arthur Ashe replied:<br /><br />"The world over -- 50 million children start playing tennis, 5 million learn to play tennis, 500,000 learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the grand slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals, when I was holding a cup I never asked GOD 'Why me ?'.<br /><br />And today in pain I should not be asking GOD 'Why me ?' "<br /><br />"Happiness keeps you Sweet,<br />Trials keep you Strong,<br />Sorrow keeps you Human,<br />Failure keeps you humble and Success keeps you glowing, but only Faith & Attitude Keeps you going...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "><br /></span></div><div>Goodnight/day!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4