tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7376445621791066842024-02-19T14:27:39.400+05:30Because This is Called life....this is a blog about life...the twists and turns life takes......no i am no philosopher...i am just someone who wants to share a few ramblings of my life from head to who ever can relate...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-80698669138849843792016-02-04T20:52:00.001+05:302016-02-04T21:18:18.109+05:30The biggest Misconception of Life?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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As I was warming this cup of tea I prepared earlier, to take a short break from office work I am doing from home this late evening, I couldn't help but think how my life has changed in the past one year. I shifted roles in office, I found love and I married the love of my life.... all in a period of just few months. </div>
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I always thought the biggest misconception of life is that it's FAIR. You can not expect a Lion not to eat you because you are a vegan and don't harm anyone. But that's not it... The biggest misconception of life is that we assume it to be constant if we just keep on working hard to keep it so. The fattest lie we can tell ourselves is that things will remain as they are! What I don't understand is why do we have this urge to settle down when Nothing was ever built to be stable or to settle? Its not only Time that passes. Life will keep on evolving or degrading and you may think its course is upto you, but it really is not! </div>
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The decision to participate in, by making choices or not making them, might be yours...but it really does not matter too much... Life will keep moving on.. The only thing you can do is to push it into favourable direction (not right or wrong direction but favourable to your choices). But then even if you push it with all your might, there's no guarantee that you can move even an inch of it! The worst part is you will not even know if you were able to move it at all, till the time comes for Life to unfold the result! </div>
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Everyone wants to know the future! Will I get married? Will my kids have good job? Will I get that promotion? Will I be happy? But the Truth is that you can never know the future! Lets look at it this way. </div>
<span style="text-align: justify;"> Consider your life like an energy/cosmic wave.Every passing moment, its getting impacted by millions of other waves, some pulling it some pushing it.</span><br />
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You, or your choices, try to push it towards a favourable track. However strong that is, its only ONE part of this whole system. There are millions of known and unknown waves, your friends, partners, health, bosses etc. Everyone has an impact. Unless you know the impact of each of these waves you can not know the course of your future! The funny part is, that even these waves are not constant and are again deflected by millions of other waves that are a part of their own system. Now where does Your single wave stand ?? Still think its all Your fault? Its not... and its not even "Luck" or "it was meant to be". Its just one possibility occurring (out of millions of random possibilities) due to the factors that controlled it at that time. You alone, just can't control it! No single thing can!</div>
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So the big question is, How can I be happy if I cant control my own life? Honestly there's no answer to that question! If we knew how to be happy, no one would be unhappy ever! The only thing that we CAN do is:</div>
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1. Try - to bring positivity and happiness. Push your wave with all your might, towards the favourable direction. You may not always succeed but you may just sometimes!</div>
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2. Accept - what you can not control. Do not blame yourself or anyone. Its millions of waves deflecting your life towards the unhappy times. </div>
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3. Know - that the state of happiness and unhappiness both will change. You will not Remain...it was not meant to be constant!</div>
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4. Hope - that everything will be okay and the universe with millions of its waves will pull your life towards favourable tracks. Without hope there's nothing. </div>
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...And now I need to get back to the pending work before its wave form brings an escalation on my head tomorrow! :D</div>
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Love,</div>
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Isha</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-30091743981320908932013-10-08T21:28:00.000+05:302013-10-08T21:42:50.777+05:30I'll be there for you..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 21.328125px;">As I write this post, the lyrics of the song cross my mind:</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; line-height: 21.328125px;">"So no one told you life was gonna be this way, </span></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 21.328125px;">Your job's a joke, you're broke, your love life's DOA </span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 21.328125px;">It's like you're always stuck in second gear</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 21.328125px;">When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year</span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">but..</span><span style="line-height: 21.328125px;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; line-height: 21.328125px;">I'll be there for you"</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">"I'll be there for you" How often have you heard these words.. or rather "I'll ALWAYS be there for you".. Yes, these words have been said to us millions of times.. well at least a hundred, if not millions. "I care for you", "I love you", "even if I am not with you, I'll always be with there for you".. variants are many more.. And yes they do sound bollywood-ish. However, we all have either said or heard something like that in our life... So?, you ask. </span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">Let me begin from the beginning. I am down with fever.. and not a normal one. From recent couple of days I have been struggling with Dengue Fever and everything else that comes with Dengue... But I don't intend to bore you to death with all the details so let me just say, Life's been better!! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 21.328125px;"> We all fall ill and we all seek comfort when we are down and week. As you all know I live alone. By alone I mean, in a rented apartment with flatmates who are as busy as I am and we don't have much time other than saying hello to each other when we sometimes meet in the common area of the apartment. So, I was saying that I live alone. And my parents live in a different city... so does my sibling. Being ill is one thing but being ill and alone, completely different picture. You have to fight the sickness and take care of yourself all by your own drowsy mind and weak body. At</span><span style="line-height: 21.328125px;"> that time you remember</span><span style="line-height: 21.328125px;"> those words "I'll be there for you".. that so many people have said to you. And your question is.. where is that "there" referred</span><span style="line-height: 21.328125px;"> to in the phrase? Where is that person who said such a thing or should I say promised to stay by you in hard times? Do you call those people and ask for help as they promised.. or... do you just fight YOUR battle by your own hands? Tough call...</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">And as I am ill and off from work, I have time at my hand.. to categorize people into three types:</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">1. Those who don't care. These people know you are sick and will care enough Atmost to just like a post you shared about your health. But will go bananas if you share a pic of yourself in skimpy clothing.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">2. Those who say they care but actually don't even bother to call to check on how you are doing. In short those who don't care at all are better than these as you know that you can't expect anything from them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">3. Those who pick up there phone and ask how you are doing? Or the ones you can call and ask for help without hesitating. </span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">And as I was categorizing people into these types I met the fourth category that I didn't even know existed on earth:</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">The Framily : These people are not your friends, not at all. These are beyond friends and enter the zone of Family. Hence I decided to call them Framily (Friends+family). This specie can be found anywhere in the world however only lucky people are able to find them (or be found by them i should say). They'll act like your virtual family when your actual family is not "there". They don't wait for you to ask for help. If they see you in trouble, they'll drop everything and come running to be with you. These people have however one drawback. They are not necessarily seen during good times. That's because you'll be too busy </span><span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">(most probably listening to another "I'll be there for you") </span><span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">with the above three categories during your good times, to even see the framily. Just like our own family who we tend to forget during normal life. </span><span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">I am so glad I had the piffany to see that I have such people in my life...and that I am so blessed. Yes I consider myself lucky. And all I want to say is find your framily and be a framily for someone. </span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 21.328125px;"> Although it might seem so complicated, but life is always giving us more and more reasons to be alive. These little surprises are the meaning of living. Yes I am ill, dying inside with weakness, but along with this memory of illness, I'll always remember the care and love of my family and the one person who actually didn't wait for me to ask for help and who's always been there for me through think and thin. And I'll also not forget those who pretended to care..atleast they cared for pretending much than nothing :) :)</span></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 21.328125px;">Caring for someone other than ourselves is what makes us human..care for someone.. even though you might not get it back.. still keep loving cos you are spreading the seed for love with every kind act..cos you are human..be someone's Framily.. cos that's how life is supposed to be..cos this is called Life.. </span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-71480278715056642252012-06-28T00:11:00.000+05:302012-06-28T00:15:36.961+05:30Fitting in: "I want to be like you...Different!!"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">“Ok, so this looks good”, I think looking at myself in the
new dress, “just needs a little tucking in here and there.” “This behavior is new…” the train of thoughts
begins suddenly, as usual, “me… trying to fit <i>my clothes</i> to my body”.
Most of the times it is <i>me</i> trying to fit into the clothes I got, thinking
constantly about how much I need lose and from where in my body. I bet most of
the people now days do the same, trying to fit into clothes that are made on
standard scale. Not only clothes and shoes, the type of products we use each day
are standardized and we are given a silent message to fit ourselves into them.
If you can’t find a foundation that matches your skin tone YOU are at fault. If
you can’t fit into a jeans size your friend is easily able to fit into, it is
YOUR fault and you need to be embarrassed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I
know you all must be thinking that I don’t understand that a company cannot
make clothes for every size out there. They need to make what the majority can
wear and need not think about everyone. True, I am not blaming them. I just
have this one small question for you all. Why are we embarrassed if we can’t
fit into the ones made for majority? It’s not like everyone is the same. It’s
not like we are all clones walking around. And that is not even my point J. I am here again
talking about the twists and turns of life. Trying to understand life just a
little better and this time the behavior of trying to FIT IN has held my focus.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> We
all know that human beings are social animals. We just cannot live alone. I
have seen people who call themselves loners but then loners also get depressed if
they don’t have even a single friend. We all need friends and family around us but
why do we need approval of our friends or family. Why do we need them to think
we are like them? Why do we need them to think we are not an outcast? Why do we
try so hard to fit in? So you think you are not the one trying to fit in? Think
about it… Have you ever kept something (it could be as small as a needle and as
big as a bomb) a secret from your friends just because you don’t want them to
judge you? It may be justified to you but you still think they wouldn’t give
you their approval that’s why you didn’t tell them. Or have you ever tried to
lose those last 5 pounds? Do five pounds really matter? Really? But everyone
around you thinks you are fat.. or worse YOU think you are fat because of all
the models and celebrities you see. Isn’t this trying to be like someone else?
Is this appreciating what you have and who you are?<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">
</span>Is accepting yourself as you are? Why are you trying so hard to fit in
when you were born to stand out? It’s a human dilemma, we all want to be different, extraordinary and we all also just
want to fit in with everyone around us. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqb6Gjfa6JRf0mpq94Zz0L89o3apbPBIYjQo6QbfLuhCayA7x7CHcE7ojWN6s4Xbeqpwqfu2A75xHrIMv9swS_Xz6UzwDmLyzkuqdBNVUie3lnTMF5O4ha5v0ZvrroVaSP226RQVcIae1q/s1600/stand_out.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><img border="0" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqb6Gjfa6JRf0mpq94Zz0L89o3apbPBIYjQo6QbfLuhCayA7x7CHcE7ojWN6s4Xbeqpwqfu2A75xHrIMv9swS_Xz6UzwDmLyzkuqdBNVUie3lnTMF5O4ha5v0ZvrroVaSP226RQVcIae1q/s400/stand_out.jpg" width="400" /></span></a><span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> We all were made different, even if our
physiques match. Even clones tend to have different personalities. But then we
are all trying to be the same. We are all trying to follow the same trends and
trying to be generic. We're so quick to cut away pieces of ourselves to suit a
particular relationship, a job, a circle of friends, incessantly editing who we
are until we fit in. Instead of making changes in the society we are changing
ourselves to fit into the society. Just like instead of getting a dress tailored
for us we are trying to get ourselves tailored for the dress. Society has
always mocked people who stood out and did not fit in, be it bullying in high
school, friends commenting on your weird dressing or thinking, or people around
you getting annoyed by your way of questioning everything. We live inside a box and think that
people who don't fit into our box are weird. Instead of trying to Fit it, let us just be
ourselves and Fit out, even when people insist that we have to change. Let’s take
up space, not apologize for ourselves, and not agree with those who seek to label
us with stereotypes. Legends are not those who always tried to fit in. If I
were to write a book about someone I would not see what he did that was exactly
like the people around him but I would write about how he was different, how he
stood out in the crowd. But then let’s not forget morality. Doing something
just to please someone and get his/her approval, is bad but doing something
that’ll end up hurting someone is worse. Be different, but don’t just be
selfish and irresponsible. There’s a thin line between breaking rules and
breaking hearts. Don’t be afraid to break rules to follow your heart but never…and
I repeat it… NEVER break hearts and hurt people around you. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Every human being is different and special in his own ways
and no one needs to judge him for what he is. Everyone should be able to live
exactly how he was made and not by losing his true self in trying to fit into
millions of things around him. Life is
not about fitting in, it is about standing out!! Let’s not forget, in the end we're
all misfits here… because this is called living… because this is called
life!!</span></div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-62638878222170036282010-09-20T19:11:00.008+05:302010-11-14T13:29:22.720+05:30LOVE Actually....<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);">Note:</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"> Before starting with the post, I would like to thank my friend Twinkle (name changed), for her story which is the basis of my post this time. Love is a sensitive issue. Whatever I have written here are my own views and that doesn’t necessarily mean everyone has to agree. Just read and let me know of any love story you feel worth mentioning.</span> *******************************************************************************<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB3ub9__YcEXT5fiHC-stHNnpknqsGD15kXW8gvv3olWm__UBzM_Sa_Dwe5vgAzH19J3RWnmSd1UeXYoul56UUiPw18paLm8gRIgc9mz4wiZei5qdSm5JWqyuL3KavHKJ3eCj3YDOpXudO/s1600/love1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB3ub9__YcEXT5fiHC-stHNnpknqsGD15kXW8gvv3olWm__UBzM_Sa_Dwe5vgAzH19J3RWnmSd1UeXYoul56UUiPw18paLm8gRIgc9mz4wiZei5qdSm5JWqyuL3KavHKJ3eCj3YDOpXudO/s400/love1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518993119149539458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> The past:</span> So she was in love, madly, as we say. She had been with this guy for like four or four and a half years. He was not the best, but for her he was everything. She loved him more than everything and cared for him even more than she cared for herself. And now they had broken up. Reason? He didn’t care. After four years of relationship he didn’t even care if she was alive. All he cared was his life and his career and his friends and even his sleep but not her. He was a perfect case of “single in the head” guy. He used to flirt with other girls and even insulted twinkle every now and then. In short he gave absolutely no respect to Twinkle. He always talked about breaking up but as soon as she tried to breakup with him, he used to start showering his love and care upon her. May be because he knew that no one would ever love him as much as she does, or may be he didn’t want to get blamed for breaking up. Hoping he would change this time she always gave him a last chance and this went on for one long year after which she finally decided to cut the rotten thumb off and accept the sudden pain for a short span of time in order of getting rid of the constant pain for life…<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The present:</span> One and a half year has passed since the day she left him. And she seems to be over him. She has dated a few guys since then but as soon as things start to get even a bit serious she stops seeing that guy. I had a chance to talk to her over this thing. Upon asking the reason she said, “I don’t want a future like my past.”<br /><br /> “Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired”, I read somewhere. True up to some extent. But why does one want to be loved in turn?? The answer to this question is beyond my knowledge. Why does love fade away?? Why do couples break up? “Break up” isn’t it the perfect phrase for the situation. A couple is one single piece and they can’t be separated without breaking. What do we mean when we say the term “True love” Is there any false love?? And if it’s false or pretentious, is it really Love??<br /> Love as I know of, is always true. It’s the purest form of emotion. Love doesn’t mean getting attracted towards the opposite gender. That’s infatuation. Love comes when we start caring and when things happening to other person start to matter to us and have an impact on us. Love happens when we least expect it. But beware; to love is to open your heart to someone and to give her/him the power to change you. She/he might change you for the good or for the bad. To accept this change is to love. Commitment is what Love is. After sometime, when we finally realise that this is the person I want to be with, when I grow old…only then can we say that Love exists. In India there’s a trend of arranged marriages. Although I guess that majority of people reading this post are strong believers of love marriages, still I would like to mention that arranged ones are a big success. Not because of the love and compatibility (that happens in just 10% cases) but because of the compromise each of the partner is willing to make. Accepting the fact that we are going to live with a stranger for the rest of our life is a scary thought and if someone is willing to accept that, I don’t think, unless there’s some major problem in the marriage, it will fall apart… for me and many like me the answer to such thinking is “NO, Thanks”.<br /> Being in love is a wonderful feeling… One smile from a loved one is enough to ease all the pain and tensions. One kiss on the forehead is enough to say I care for you the most. One hug is enough to say you are my life and I missed you. Being in love doesn’t mean that our partner is perfect or we are perfect, it means that we are willing to be the way he/she wants. Love is unconditional. Love is irrational. Love is divine. Yes, I live in a dreamy world where everyone is in love with someone. Where there’s just Love in everyone’s heart so that there’s absolutely no place left for hatred. And I wish we all try to live in the same dreamy world. Hating is not an emotion. It’s just the absence of Love. Just like darkness is the absence of light. Let’s fill our hearts with the light of love. Let’s take this one step in healing the world. Making it just a little better.<br /> Coming back to Twinkle, She knows what love really means. But her experience has scared her. She’s scared to let anyone inside her heart again and to give him power over it. Will she always be like this?? No. Time will heal her. Love will find its way into her heart again. When she finds that one person who really cares for her and who is willing to accept the challenge to make her come out of the walls she has built around her heart, she’ll fall in love again. She’ll again start to trust someone to make him the first priority in her life. She’s waiting and I wish her wait ends soon. I wish she finds Love actually....<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-26455011408877913972010-03-08T12:37:00.006+05:302010-03-08T13:38:36.768+05:30I have a dream in my eyes!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFHFsgwqtI8RiA82s0Jwc3djGgkzHECsALIxCXNID86RbylDHb3bFW0YZysHRAIe7FC2WZgXeTTkeQBKFtacVBpmbMDZdfIsd5C3pmwCduxg8r3_vI1tFLV_MuJGv5dUMDknZcObuUtGe/s1600-h/Dreaming_Girl.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFHFsgwqtI8RiA82s0Jwc3djGgkzHECsALIxCXNID86RbylDHb3bFW0YZysHRAIe7FC2WZgXeTTkeQBKFtacVBpmbMDZdfIsd5C3pmwCduxg8r3_vI1tFLV_MuJGv5dUMDknZcObuUtGe/s320/Dreaming_Girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446171797696112818" /></a><br /><br /><br />"Do you wana play table tennis?", asked my friend as we were returning from the institute. "Sure", i gave a quick reply. As we started playing my friend said,"We enjoy playing so much. How great it would have been if we were in some sports institute. We would have been so much better at grades". I chuckled at the amusing thought. But then the train of thoughts began and i couldn't concentrate on the game anymore.Its funny but true that we can run from speaking, we can run from listening but we can't run from thoughts. They come to us like an uninvited guest and captivate our mind like a hijacker and stay in it till the time they want. There's no way out of thinking espl for me. As much as i was enjoying playing i kept thinking about the thing my friend said. "Quick question", I said,"What did you wana become when you were a kid? ". "A dancer or a sports person may be". But what she became is an Engineer. we kept talking..<br /> "Why didn't you try to become one?"...<br /> "I couldnt...i neither had the resources nor the support"...<br /> "But you have it now.."<br /> "Its too late now.. ", she said.<br /> This is what my post is about. And what i call it is 'PASSION'. As a kid i always wanted to become a doctor..and i used to say "i'll become a muft doctor"..(one who wouldn't charge for treatment..)..cos i thought helping people was the best job one could get into...As i grew up i knew it was certainly my interest but not my passion.My passion was hidden in the antakshari's and group song games I used to play with friends. And one day i realised that all i wanted to do was to sing..I started singing in events..i joined the college band and was proud to be known by the other students as the lead singer of the band. I performed in front of hundreds of people not only in my institute but outside as well but my hunger to sing wasnt satisfied.Today, I am an engineer by degree but i have a dream...i have a dream that some day i will be singing in front of not hundreds but thousands of people.My passion is to sing..and stage is where i belong... <br /> As a kid we all had thought of a future. some of us were able to realise their dreams and some of us werent. The question to ask is, how many of us are still trying to live for their passion?? Some people might say we have already lived so much of this life, we just cant leave this all just like that. True, but if you really have a passion isnt it worth giving a shot?? just dont let the dream in you die cos you couldn't do anything for it in the past. How can it be too late when all we have got is one life. How can we be happy doing something when we know our life is bound with something else. There's always a way to turn things right. Its never too late...I read somewhere, "God has sent us all with gifts..but some never open the pckages".. All i want to say is, open yours. Let the world know your talent. Let your heart be satisfied.<br /> I am working on my passion..i might be moving slowly.. but i know i will be there.... soon. I won't let my passion die just like that..I owe it to myself..I will make my dream come true..will you ???Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-71842138846304177812010-01-29T13:10:00.003+05:302010-01-29T13:27:21.109+05:30Dear Diary<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ryzEV8S4vq6NpNbgo5p_4hLRxlD4eB6YdzmJmpMxBC5zyJhoTi387cXmzxeAZlepTb8dJbFINw-5dAOPPrX0-d_ja0wEn5R7yN7Si9F204U_brpBecNJOUmt-uil82D6CGwkSt7pUPxj/s1600-h/A_girl_reading_a_book_by_sophiac.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ryzEV8S4vq6NpNbgo5p_4hLRxlD4eB6YdzmJmpMxBC5zyJhoTi387cXmzxeAZlepTb8dJbFINw-5dAOPPrX0-d_ja0wEn5R7yN7Si9F204U_brpBecNJOUmt-uil82D6CGwkSt7pUPxj/s400/A_girl_reading_a_book_by_sophiac.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432066543089005602" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBulbul%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:applybreakingrules/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"> Here I was surfing net as usual and listening to some of my favourite songs when this song “<i>Dear Diary</i>” by Britney reminded me of my own diary. Yes, I am a diary person… I don’t jot down every second of my life every day (thinking that would be published as my biography after I m dead…that would be so lame!!) , but yes, I do write when I feel like communicating with myself for a change. I will surely write sometime on why I write a diary or why it’s a healthy habit that everyone should follow. But for now, let’s just focus on the thing that I am here to write about.</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"> So I was listening to this song and I thought of reading my old diary which I wrote some four years ago and as I had never imagined, every single page I read made me laugh even more than the previous one. The first thing that came into my mind was, “I can’t believe I was so immature”. Yes, I surely was very immature. I had written about small small things that hurt me and how immature my behaviour to such scenarios was and now these things didn’t even make any difference to me or my life anymore. I didn’t care about that stuff anymore. Isn’t it funny how unpredictable our life is. One day we are crying out our eyes for something and the a few months later we don’t even care a little bit about it. There I was writing about things in my diary that obviously were important to me at that point of time and now I don’t even remember them.</p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"> I thought, “Is this just me or does everyone feel like this when we read old stuff? ” I did a little research on the topic from net and bang!! I was right. Every single person had felt the same thing after reading an old diary.Everyone thought that they were immature and stupid back then. The point I am trying to make is that we all face problems and bad phases in life. And it seems like the bad things will make our life miserable. We tend to think that these things will leave their mark. But to our relief the truth is that we have a very week memory and a very strong heart. We grow with time both mentally and physically. And over time these things become so small that our brain erases the pain away. Of course there are things that are too strong for the brain to erase but then, that’s where sanity makes the decision. So let’s just stop worrying about small things like when someone hurt you or something that made you feel terrible. Just concentrate on the good things because these will be there with you forever. So why think about stuff that won't matter a few days later and waste the precious time of our life when we can enjoy being alive and stay happy.
<br /></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"> Life is what we want it to be…we are what we want to be… this is the ultimate truth…and all we need to do in order to be happy is to ‘stay happy’…just smile your pains and troubles away…because this is the ultimate way of living…because this is called life!!!</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-58006355661358863482009-11-08T02:34:00.003+05:302009-11-08T02:56:26.576+05:30getting over my past!!Have you ever thought about your life and realized that it isnt working the way it is supposed to work?? you go to college/office, work hard, return home and sleep and repeat the process. you work as hard as you can, you have sleepless nights and even 24 hours seem less to you but still there's something missing. you feel like time is running out and you havnt even started the "real" thing you wnt to do. lately i have been facing the same feeling...<br /> today i wasnt well..was on bed the whole day and apart from sleeping i kept thinking.. looking back at my past years and thinking what went wrong.. my life isnt really what i wanted it to be.. this isnt really how i had pictured myself. It seemed as if i wasted a lot of years doing something which didnt even add to anything. and thus i have decided to work up hard to gather my life together and live like i wanted to. there are phases in lfe which make you think that you have nothing earned as compred to what others have.. be it in relatonships, money, career or whatever. but sometimes you need just to take a break and think. we all know that life doesnt work according to our plans..but then we cant stop making them..in the same manner as we cant stop living just cos we are going to die may be tommrrow.. so here i am making another plan for my life.. picturing myself again in the future.. trying to live the way i should have some 4 years ago.. still its never too late to start over again.. wish me luck!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-45271119830421045332009-10-20T09:03:00.006+05:302009-10-20T09:18:15.301+05:30My New Bginning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLjngSLD8mhS4FziB1sreJ58wqZR2bMfwWjzSgM2O2_u8sr4quig6cZKgAN129QGl9a_m30GNc0-M3QcNou7eBOxAJi2veGE5VIgKa-zwOp42pE_Ay4Hn5tftIClq4-96m-VG5dCnO5o8/s1600-h/healthylifestyle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrLjngSLD8mhS4FziB1sreJ58wqZR2bMfwWjzSgM2O2_u8sr4quig6cZKgAN129QGl9a_m30GNc0-M3QcNou7eBOxAJi2veGE5VIgKa-zwOp42pE_Ay4Hn5tftIClq4-96m-VG5dCnO5o8/s320/healthylifestyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394522842084392274" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CBulbul%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:applybreakingrules/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Wingdings; panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:2; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0cm; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;} @page Section1 {size:595.3pt 841.9pt; margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt; mso-header-margin:35.4pt; mso-footer-margin:35.4pt; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">So here I am, 8.20 am in the morning, writing an article for my blog after so many days... and yes it does feel good… because today I have done a new beginning in my life. Starting from today I m living a new life, a disciplined one. My life hasn’t been without discipline earlier...its just that I prefered living it my way..doing whatever I felt at whatever time. Be it having lunch at 5pm and skipping breakfast or be it sleping at 4 in the morning and waking up at 8am. But from today everything has changed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Today I woke up at 5.30 am and got ready for my jog. And as I had decided I was on the road at 6am. I did my jogging till 6.30 and then went up the terrace to do a little exercise and yoga till 7am. Then I went to wake up a friend who usually gets up earlier than me <span style="font-family:Wingdings;"><span style="">J</span></span> . She suggested playing some table tennis, then snooker...it all finished up till 8 am. So I took bath and now I m here writing about it because this really feels good and I know I am going to do this again. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>There are just two things needed for me and everyone else in life: health and career. So from now onwards I am working towards it keeping my mind focused on this. Because life without an aim or a goal is not life. We may think we can spend our life without struggling and taking the pains…but then it wont be worth living… If you stop STRUGGLING then you stop LIVING...because this struggle is what makes life what it is..as its not the options we get, but the choices we make that make what life is and predict what it is going to be…<span style=""> </span>because this is called living…because this is called life.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-80011251232274933872009-09-20T20:28:00.005+05:302009-10-23T23:36:34.458+05:30What I expect from IIITM,gwalior<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqh-COP7sCt31uw8zsJjVLU__7Y9OIWnZtbmp9s3iy2EcED4MMTRsXlA_BZgzXAMW6VvXvPMoz03kOO4UY7EDgFUnO-5dYNBLuvBgJB-IJk_dgEWU15_pm12wvJnPDv9LuF6z605mpIPq/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqh-COP7sCt31uw8zsJjVLU__7Y9OIWnZtbmp9s3iy2EcED4MMTRsXlA_BZgzXAMW6VvXvPMoz03kOO4UY7EDgFUnO-5dYNBLuvBgJB-IJk_dgEWU15_pm12wvJnPDv9LuF6z605mpIPq/s320/Untitled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383568412752459634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">Note: IIITM recently published its 2nd edition of the alumni magzine </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">IIITM-OUR ALMA MATER</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">. All "industry ambassdors" of each branch were told to submit an article on the above mentioned topic so that it may be printed in the same. When the magzine came out i was more than glad to see that out of whole Mtech only my article was published. thanks to ravi as well who helped me in the same.here is the article for everyone to read. this is what i actually expect from IIITM.</span></span><br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br /><br /><div id=":2x" class="ii gt" style="font-family:georgia;"><p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;">It wasn’t a tough decision for me at the outset to opt for IIITM Gwalior as a choice to pursue my MTech education. IIITM’s reputation of being an apex technology institute formed by the Govt of India<span> </span>and being a strong brand helped me in my decision. Today a month after I joined, I feel happy for my choice. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;">IIITM being run by a team of proficient veterans promises to churn out able technology leaders of tomorrow. I imagine myself as a finished product coming out of the college after a couple of years with requisite skills and expertise; and rise to the challenge in the world of IT industry. As IIITM’s vision is to achieve <i>global excellence in knowledge economy</i>,<span> </span>I want to committ myself to this shared vision. I believe this institute will provide me requisite support to realise this vision. </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;">Along with technical expertise, I also want to learn human relations and managerial skills. It has been a concern in India that Indian workforce are technically sound but when it comes to man management, a lot is left to be desired. Therefore, I also hope IIITM provides me ample scope to improve my man management skills and managerial abilities in general.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;"> </span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;">The kind of opportunites that IIITM has already provided me in this short span, I am confident I will grow individually as a person and make the institue proud with my accomplishments. As our respected Director sir has already said, “Peer to peer learning is the back bone of IIITM”, I also believe I will draw from the experiences and interactions from my fellow mates and faculties to grow into a true professional.</span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;">I expect the faculty here not to be just the faculty but to be the life mentors to us and guide us through not just within this two years but all through our lifetime, whenever we need their advice.</span></span></p> <div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;"></span> </span></div> <div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;">Regards,</span></span></div> <div style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:9;">Isha</span></span></div> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-18890692681753548282009-08-11T17:09:00.001+05:302009-08-11T17:12:46.477+05:30A Journey...<span style="font-weight: bold;">My first day at my new college...<br />27/07/2009</span><br /><br /><br />So here I am... at my new college...my new home for the next two years and how am I feeling? Well obviously not at all ‘at home’. I had to face some minor problems today, not just carrying my entire heave luggage to my room at the third floor all by myself but also sleeping on a bed without mattress. Let me not get into the details but the biggest problem I faced today was my father’s accommodation. Here I was thinking that it won’t b any problem but as it turned out even after my mailing and calling the authorities many times, there was still no room reserved for my father. Anyway, finally he got a room at 9 pm and the day was settled. Now I am sitting in my room feeling lonely. No girl of my class has come and I am all alone on the whole floor. I am missing Mumbai and Pune and Hyderabad. The cities and the love they have showered upon me. Well I hated Hyderabad at first but now I wish I were there. Anyway, I tried to get in touch with my friends thru internet but as I haven’t registered as a student yet, I couldn’t log in to the network which required a username and password. Anyway here I am writing this post. Just for you people to know that life is like that. We have to leave aside everything to progress in life. Friends are important but sometimes they can’t be involved in everything you do. Mom once told me, “Life’s like a train journey, some people board the train with you and you talk and get close to them. You share a wonderful journey and some beautiful memories with them. But what you must not forget is that they have to get off the train at some station. And with just memories left, you have to continue your journey. This way make friends but just remember that you have to continue the journey of your life even if your friends are not with you”. So here I am...at my new college...proceeding forward without my friends...all alone...waiting for new passengers to board the train...because this is called life...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-79795915836034740522009-06-04T18:06:00.000+05:302009-06-04T19:00:47.895+05:30a radio show worked...From past few days i have been depressed... i dont know why.. may be due to the lost of goal.. You must be thinking what i am talking about. Well as I had mentioned in my past posts, i wrote the GATE exam and qualified it with good score.. and now I have got admission into a very prestigious college the Indian Institute of Information Technology and Management, Gwalior. But instead of being happy, I am sad. Not because I didnt want this college but because I dont have anything to do now. I was pretty busy with the admission process. But now its over and there's still time for the classes to begin. and I cant figure out a single way to keep me busy. I am in a new city and have no friends here to hang out with. plus all my friends are so busy in their jobs and other things that i hardly talk to them over phone or so. well i am not writing this post cos i want to talk about my problems..this post is about the solution to my peoblem.. the magical solution i found yesterday evening. <br /> I was listening to a show on radio yesterday evening (as i do every evening).. and suddenly i tuned to this channel (which I always felt was the most depressing one with really bad choice of songs)..to my surprise there was a good radio jockey talking on air and i decided to listen. she was telling a stroy abt a king who had faced some problems and consulted a priest. the priest gave him a note and told him to read it when he faced some problem next time. he told him that the note had magical capability and should not be read or even opened if the king wasn't in some danger or problem. the king obeyed the priest and took the note as a blessing and kept it in his pocket always.. one day the king was out hunting in a jungle when suddenly he got lost and found himself in the territory of the enemy. suddenly he heard a troop of soliders of enemy comming in his direction. he climbed up a tree to hide himself.. suddenly he remembered the note. he took it out of his pocket and read it.. it said "this too shall pass"...<br /> as i heard the story, i felt as if it was meant to b heard by me and many people like me who were in bad phases of life. what magical words "this too shall pass". just to remind us that life is not going to be this way always. its just a phase and will pass soon. <br /> i learnt a major lesson in life thru this one sentence.life is always changing and due to this it sometimes leads us into bad phases where we feel we are stuck forever and we are never going to come out. but what we must remember is that it will be okey in the end. we will come out of this part of life. all we need is to believe and have patience.cos in the end nothing lasts forever.. in the end we have to recollect our energy and be ready to enter a new phase...<br /> i am much relaxed now..all i needed was a line to make me feel better.. watching funny movies ddnt work.. studying ddnt work and what worked was a show in radio..cos of a story and just one magical line "this too shall pass.."... cos this is called life...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-35921420341980193962009-04-28T12:50:00.000+05:302009-04-28T16:40:56.735+05:30trip to harihareshwar cntd...<span style="font-weight:bold;">DAY Two:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">7 am, hotel room, shrivardhan:</span> <br /> i lazily open my eyes to see the time...oh my God!! its already 8 am...we were supposed to wake up at 5 to see the sunrise on the shrivardhan beach..and we are still in bed...i call up the guys in the nxt room and as supposed they are sleeping as well..anyway we plan to meet for the breakfast downstairs in one hour... <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">9 am , shrivardhan beach: </span><br /><br />(click on the pics for a larger view)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLnNXd8Fko75a13_EptAwA2VuqTTEMFTW5z5KUEx1rT8MrLxRnw5rfblzjwiT2GMotSh9dFu5W5sXZoj9sZCfd6i9p784-17zP2GWdAytyCX31DU1LsmCHQBKJ9K0wzVV3pdpfnqkb5pl/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwLnNXd8Fko75a13_EptAwA2VuqTTEMFTW5z5KUEx1rT8MrLxRnw5rfblzjwiT2GMotSh9dFu5W5sXZoj9sZCfd6i9p784-17zP2GWdAytyCX31DU1LsmCHQBKJ9K0wzVV3pdpfnqkb5pl/s320/DSC00001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329641216637731698" /></a><br /><br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZtp_Ub-vyoka-7m0Gq0cngT_Hhf8wgeP1h2xYQ47I4zQAiE5FAJN62bfumWkWnnY-oWgX2S1_vykb_Xg0iK2e_EYeZqwR2SMxpGkklZRX6a5Py71LthFCI80R1V9HyBej2hErkYNtLrI/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZtp_Ub-vyoka-7m0Gq0cngT_Hhf8wgeP1h2xYQ47I4zQAiE5FAJN62bfumWkWnnY-oWgX2S1_vykb_Xg0iK2e_EYeZqwR2SMxpGkklZRX6a5Py71LthFCI80R1V9HyBej2hErkYNtLrI/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329645533296435122" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />finally we are here...on the first beach..it looks so beautiful..its not crowded like the beaches in goa..it looks like a long spread of water just for us..we didnt hav any difficulty in finding the beach..it was 10 mins walkable distance from our hotel room.. and plus the cute girls going to school in shrivardhan told us the way... the beach looks so amazing... large shore.. silent boats floating to catch fishes..i soo miss my camera.. as we are enjoying cool breeze a stranger comes by and starts talking to us..he invites us to see his beach house and the whale skeleton kept there.. we are ammazed from the idea of seeing real whale bones.and go to the beach house..its really a beautiful place with all the tree houses and all.we hav a look at the place ask for charges so that we can plan and stay there in our nxt trip..and they ahve the whale bones..just the tail part but its too big...one can imagine how big a real whale is by just looking at its tail...only the tail is more than 5 feet long...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8s_rg7cStBtlMw9eXvrdTcT13IRIBB9-81xui7V2YwBnkp8x3BuClClIHH_JCdpEmGkHrMbaHkWTpakexN4RYWGHYJ-wDWxCzegJ4gbhSiWQ-5APPJN69DG22i2DDJ2GQ_ztERK2oLFr/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8s_rg7cStBtlMw9eXvrdTcT13IRIBB9-81xui7V2YwBnkp8x3BuClClIHH_JCdpEmGkHrMbaHkWTpakexN4RYWGHYJ-wDWxCzegJ4gbhSiWQ-5APPJN69DG22i2DDJ2GQ_ztERK2oLFr/s320/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329660305643162754" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVcCYUEvaW6iiXYAxqsGb6BxzYnsJXJUhrn64Cv9deA4xZ7nnw0MNZNglVhiCg5TTlwpqfUoQEr3s-gGm0ipKN4puEYcZ7QVRP0SWv6hBl953ngIaigTzw3-BGEakC6gZolrIX2EP5Gc4o/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVcCYUEvaW6iiXYAxqsGb6BxzYnsJXJUhrn64Cv9deA4xZ7nnw0MNZNglVhiCg5TTlwpqfUoQEr3s-gGm0ipKN4puEYcZ7QVRP0SWv6hBl953ngIaigTzw3-BGEakC6gZolrIX2EP5Gc4o/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329660136627679362" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />10.30 am, tahsildaar office, shrivardhan: </span> we are leaving the shrivardhan beach and going towards harihareshwar...the more famous beach... we come to know that it takes one hour to reach harihareshwar in six seater rikshaw...so we get to the place where we can get the rikshaw which would take us to the final destination...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />12 noon, harihareshwar:</span> we are at harihareshwar finally...sitting in a local restaurant, waiting for our lunch to be served... although we had a heavy breakfast (of my favourite upma) but still the journey was tiring amd we are hungry already..we decide to have lunch and then move towards the beach... finally our orders come...as my frnds are from orrissa basically so they are more delighted to have the sea fish (i dnt know the exactly which one..they all are same for me...)..and i hav to compromise with veg thali...still the food tastes amazing..there is no btter feeling than going to a village and having the local food...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />12.30 pm, harihareshwar beach : </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/405899897_04106b366d.jpg?v=0"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/135/405899897_04106b366d.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL2uqwEc0zxVi5JKXfESJJn9qvlKJ0YdygqaqYS8ttrsr_KT18ooBQ04AgIwQtxAzaFuCFYp9lUV8ELz3hklNmmF4u43d9sQT3Hu-a0y2cOM8S7R4837h6Z5d-h0FtV02pZBvdUqVvku61/s1600-h/Untitled.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL2uqwEc0zxVi5JKXfESJJn9qvlKJ0YdygqaqYS8ttrsr_KT18ooBQ04AgIwQtxAzaFuCFYp9lUV8ELz3hklNmmF4u43d9sQT3Hu-a0y2cOM8S7R4837h6Z5d-h0FtV02pZBvdUqVvku61/s320/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329660565347083250" /></a><br /><br /><br /> wow..a beach with cemented shore?? this is something i hav never seen... the sea is at the foot of harihareshwar hills...and its deep...right from the piont where water touches the hill foot...so for safty it has been made from concrete...we sit near the water and talk..abuot the world and us and the world and us again...and enjoy the cool water sprinkles..and sometimes the waves are big enough to reach you and wet u all over..(as happened to my friend)..there is an old man sitting near the beach with huge coconuts...not big but huge!! they are three times the size of a normal one... this beach is a little bit crowded cos its more popular..but then its different ...different than all the other beaches i hav seen...its like some divine energy is holding us to be near it..not to leave..ever.....LEAVE!!!! oh my GOD!! what is the time?? we hav to catch a bus and return back...but first why dont we have a "naryal paani"... ;)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />2 pm, harihareshwar:</span> we are in a rikshaw again leaving harihareshwar and taking the memories with us..we hav to catch a bus at shrivardhan and reach pune before night...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />3.30 pm: </span>we are in the bus for pune..and mentally m still at shrivardhan- harihareshwar.. what a trip..what beautiful beaches...m mind in wandering in the shrivardhan lanes..and the harihareshwar restaurant and near the naryal paani wala...<br />i wish i had more time to spend there and enjoy the nature... its so strange how human beings love nature and cant live without it..but still chose to live far from it..in the city where all u can see is human faces in the crowd... why cant we live near the mother nature??? but then if we did we wouldnt admire it as much...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><br />10 pm, pune: </span>i reach my other friend's house to spend the night with her...and the trip comes to an end like every good thing does...cos other good things have to fill old one's place...bye harihareshwar..i'll come back again...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-62173018699915615192009-02-25T18:56:00.000+05:302009-02-25T19:02:26.499+05:30trip to harihareshwar<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman";} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -1.1pt;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Imagine a place where the heights meet the depths...the mountain meets the sea...yes, a place where all you can see, feel and experience is 'Nature’. By my good luck, I got a chance to visit such a place last weekend...Hari-hareshwar...a beautiful beach and this beach was much more beautiful than the popular beaches of Goa. I thought why not share the experience. Let me start from the start. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -1.1pt;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -1.1pt; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Day one</span>: <o:p></o:p><span style="font-weight: bold;">
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<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -1.1pt; text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Place</span>: dadar station, Mumbai, 8.30am<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span>
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I am ready with my bag-pack to travel. No it’s not to harihareshwar…that’s not even among the rarest of my ideas...I am travelling to Pune, where I have to meet my friends to spend my weekend with. My exam of GATE has finished a few days ago and I m free, after months of studies, for some gala time with my friends. As the train leaves I decide to log into the messenger on my cell for a small chit chat before the cell looses network. And I see a friend online who has just arrived at pune station. We decide to meet up at the station itself before we move on to visit our other friends.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">After three hours of journey I reach Pune station at 11.30am and see my friend waiting for me. We decide to take a few of other friends with us and travel to some place away from the city. After searching for getaways near pune the place Harihareshwar, 180 km from pune, is decided…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">
<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Place</span>: swargate bus-stand, Pune 2.30pm<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span>
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">After lunch at famous chaitanya’s parathas at FC road, without loosing any more time I and a few friends have arrived at swargate, where we’d be getting a local bus to take us to Mangaun. We have got not much money and just the names of major stops ‘mangaun’ and ‘shrivardhan’ to start our journey with. We board the bus and the conductor tells us that we’d reach mangaun in approximately 3 hours…the bus is full of local villagers and we talk to some small girls about their lives.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="">
<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Place</span>: mangaun bus-stand, Mangaun 7pm<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span>
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">We have just arrived at mangaun. The journey to mangaun was good without many stops in between. One of the major stop was Mulshi Lake, which is also one of the major tourist spots near pune. After talking to the local people and a few bus drivers we came to know that we have to take another bus from here to Shrivardhan (one of my friends has major difficulty remembering this name and I suggest him to remember the name Govardhan which has much importance in Hindu mythology.)<span style=""> </span>We also come to know that we won’t be able to get any bus service from shrivardhan to harihareshwar and will have to rely on local transport for that. After waiting for almost one hour we finally spot a bus to shrivardhan and with much difficulty fighting crowd we finally board the bus and get a place to sit. The journey from Mangaun to Shrivardhan is roughly of one and a half hour long. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">
<br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Place</span>: Shrivardhan bus-stand, Shrivardhan 9.30 pm<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=""> </span>
<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">As we get down the bus we figure out that our timings were wrong and we are running late. Shrivardhan being a small village, we can’t get anything to go to harihareshwar until dawn. So the only option left for us was to find a nice place to rest and spend the night and start early morning for harihareshwar. But as it was a small village we had much difficulty in finding a proper accommodation for the night. After walking for about half an hour and the guys rejecting many motels (because of girls’ safety and bla bla) we finally reach a recommended place and take rooms for the night.</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">
<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">As for what happened the next day<span style=""> </span>just wait a little more as my next post will be on day two which is the last day of the journey and where I get to see two most beautiful beaches of harihareshwar and shrivardhan.</p> Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-34093457225257079792008-12-10T07:18:00.000+05:302008-12-10T07:50:58.062+05:3010 Ways to Catch a Liar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5uyit9FVC1YRlH32o5fEJY5t07OH0vjuMg5C9QIM2R1z70UJ4Y7dZ8n46Nwmjm7xiXo2GBnMXKsPKjtZEPlQWKEGS35zx4yWU-BqsJW_ElON9Tnq6DaIjUeih80rw2wsYAs1vTteFBwr/s1600-h/03c.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ5uyit9FVC1YRlH32o5fEJY5t07OH0vjuMg5C9QIM2R1z70UJ4Y7dZ8n46Nwmjm7xiXo2GBnMXKsPKjtZEPlQWKEGS35zx4yWU-BqsJW_ElON9Tnq6DaIjUeih80rw2wsYAs1vTteFBwr/s320/03c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277980630350004354" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Experts have 10 tips that can let you know if someone isn't telling you the whole truth.<br /></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">J.J. Newberry was a trained federal agent, skilled in the art of deception detection. So when a witness to a shooting sat in front of him and tried to tell him that when she heard gunshots she didn't look, she just ran -- he knew she was lying. How did Newberry reach this conclusion? The answer is by recognizing telltale signs that a person isn't being honest, like inconsistencies in a story, behavior that's different from a person's norm, or too much detail in an explanation. While using these signs to catch a liar takes extensive training and practice, it's no longer only for authorities like Newberry. Now, the average person can become adept at identifying dishonesty, and it's not as hard as you might think. Experts tell WebMD the top 10 ways to let the truth be known.<br /></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tip No. 1: Inconsistencies</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "When you want to know if someone is lying, look for inconsistencies in what they are saying," says Newberry, who was a federal agent for 30 years and a police officer for five. When the woman he was questioning said she ran and hid after hearing gunshots -without looking -- Newberry saw the inconsistency immediately. "There was something that just didn't fit," says Newberry. "She heard gunshots but she didn't look? I knew that was inconsistent with how a person would respond to a situation like that." So when she wasn't paying attention, he banged on the table. She looked right at him. "When a person hears a noise, it's a natural reaction to look toward it," Newberry tells WebMD. "I knew she heard those gunshots, looked in the direction from which they came, saw the shooter, and then ran." Sure enough, he was right. "Her story was just illogical," says Newberry. "And that's what you should look for when you're talking to someone who isn't being truthful. Are there inconsistencies that just don't fit?"<br /></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> Tip No. 2: Ask the Unexpected</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "About 4% of people are accomplished liars and they can do it well," says Newberry. "But because there are no Pinocchio responses to a lie, you have to catch them in it." Sir Walter Scott put it best: "Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive!" But how can you a catch a person in his own web of lies? "Watch them carefully," says Newberry. "And then when they don't expect it, ask them one question that they are not prepared to answer to trip them up."<br /></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tip No. 3: Gauge Against a Baseline</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "One of the most important indicators of dishonesty is changes in behavior," says Maureen O'Sullivan, PhD, a professor of psychology at the University of San Francisco. "You want to pay attention to someone who is generally anxious, but now looks calm. Or, someone who is generally calm but now looks anxious." The trick, explains O'Sullivan, is to gauge their behavior against a baseline. Is a person's behavior falling away from how they would normally act? If it is, that could mean that something is up.<br /></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tip No. 4: Look for Insincere Emotions</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "Most people can't fake smile," says O'Sullivan. "The timing will be wrong, it will be held too long, or it will be blended with other things. Maybe it will be a combination of an angry face with a smile; you can tell because their lips are smaller and less full than in a sincere smile." These fake emotions are a good indicator that something has gone afoul.<br /></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tip No. 5: Pay Attention to Gut Reactions</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "People say, 'Oh, it was a gut reaction or women's intuition,' but what I think they are picking up on are the deviations of true emotions," O'Sullivan tells WebMD. While an average person might not know what it is he's seeing when he thinks someone isn't being honest and attribute his suspicion to instinct, a scientist would be able to pinpoint it exactly -- which leads us to tip no. 6.<br /></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tip No. 6: Watch for Microexpressions</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> When Joe Schmo has a gut feeling, Paul Ekman, a renowned expert in lie detection, sees microexpressions. "A microexpression is a very brief expression, usually about a 25th of a second, that is always a concealed emotion," says Ekman, PhD, professor emeritus of psychology at the University of California Medical School in San Francisco. So when a person is acting happy, but in actuality is really upset about something, for instance, his true emotion will be revealed in a subconscious flash of anger on his face. Whether the concealed emotion is fear, anger, happiness, or jealousy, that feeling will appear on the face in the blink of an eye. The trick is to see it. "Almost everyone -- 99% of those we've tested in about 10,000 people -- won't see them," says Ekman. "But it can be taught." In fact, in less than an hour, the average person can learn to see microexpressions.<br /></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tip No. 7: Look for Contradictions</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "The general rule is anything that a person does with their voice or their gesture that doesn't fit the words they are saying can indicate a lie," says Ekman. "For example, this is going to sound amazing, but it is true. Sometimes when people are lying and saying, 'Yes, she's the one that took the money,' they will without knowing it make a slight head shake 'no.' That's a gesture and it completely contradicts what they're saying in words." These contradictions, explains Ekman, can be between the voice and the words, the gesture and the voice, the gesture and the words, or the face and the words. "It's some aspect of demeanor that is contradicting another aspect," Ekman tells WebMD.<br /></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tip No. 8: A Sense of Unease</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "When someone isn't making eye contact and that's against how they normally act, it can mean they're not being honest," says Jenn Berman, PhD, a psychologist in private practice. "They look away, they're sweating, they look uneasy ... anything that isn't normal and indicates anxiety."<br /></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tip No. 9: Too Much Detail</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "When you say to someone, 'Oh, where were you?' and they say, 'I went to the store and I needed to get eggs and milk and sugar and I almost hit a dog so I had to go slow,' and on and on, they're giving you too much detail," says Berman. Too much detail could mean they've put a lot of thought into how they're going to get out of a situation and they've crafted a complicated lie as a solution.<br /></span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Tip No. 10: Don't Ignore the Truth</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "It's more important to recognize when someone is telling the truth than telling a lie because people can look like they're lying but be telling truth," says Newberry. While it sounds confusing, finding the truth buried under a lie can sometimes help find the answer to an important question: Why is a person lying? These 10 truth tips, experts agree, all help detect deception. What they don't do is tell you why a person is lying and what the lie means. "Microexpressions don't tell you the reason," says Ekman. "They just tell you what the concealed emotion is and that there is an emotion being concealed." When you think someone is lying, you have to either know the person well enough to understand why he or she might lie, or be a people expert. "You can see a microexpression, but you have to have more social-emotional intelligence on people to use it accurately," says O'Sullivan. "You have to be a good judge of people to understand what it means."</span></span></pre><pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Extra Tip: Be Trusting</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> "In general we have a choice about which stance we take in life," says Ekman. "If we take a suspicious stance life is not going to be too pleasant, but we won't get misled very often. If we take a trusting stance, life is going to be a lot more pleasant but sometimes we are going to be taken in. As a parent or a friend, you're much better off being trusting rather than looking for lies all the time."</span></span></pre></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-29420040719310980312008-11-26T03:43:00.000+05:302008-11-26T04:13:24.605+05:30Hyderabad<div align="justify"><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigO0J0loggKVDkYcHzT4ext-5xIF1d_MXVfddmba3MQzQnyay995W8lvzh5a7oJsSg5AcyfBk7YDXEWvWK44q7APbuqmwc4DGi2pIyt4R2ZLos04jfW62Zw2gag56Flg-U3uk4LeOnkxVm/s1600-h/hyd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272725801180108514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigO0J0loggKVDkYcHzT4ext-5xIF1d_MXVfddmba3MQzQnyay995W8lvzh5a7oJsSg5AcyfBk7YDXEWvWK44q7APbuqmwc4DGi2pIyt4R2ZLos04jfW62Zw2gag56Flg-U3uk4LeOnkxVm/s320/hyd.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br />Hyderabad, the city of biryani’s and haleem….and ya also called as Hi-Tech city. When I came here to study for my Gate exam, I hated it…not the hate of “I just don’t like it” level, but the hate of “it’s horrible” level…I hated the way people used to stay in hostels(15 to 20 girls in a single hall can you imagine?? just like poultry farm). I hated the way rate of eve teasing was increasing here (I bet every single girl or lady here has had to face it one time or the other). I hated the conservative society and the crowded roads. But mostly I hated the climate and atmosphere all full of dust and pollution.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272727732549168706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3VR5v6XTq66XjzB3SP5nx9pQ0Qy6hCO16YMYlNjS44ifh7DyE3tESLIIcK1swEzsp-u14kC0lrzJu47xnZXpP01qpdpgkPcQ5h3Udy05ITZUymBow6Ma-GXOzzKhq0wc2xE1hSgMqpc0/s320/busy.jpg" border="0" /> <em>a crowded road in hyderabad<br /><br /></em>But as the time passed I started to like the city for one or the other reason. I still hate these things. But there isn’t everything I hate about this city. I love chicken and mutton biryani ( It’s really amazing). <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272727199163511218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEPE6AShMwP8Hc_S3vxHMpqwJsrlwnPga-BZ0_31Rlk1trI-xD-2eJ825vH1KO3L0opUFZI_oCIbGfRJYSWZQmwmZAXPqMUoyLngH5YwOUbhbRqM3srJxATO-p4TIUaWby_0XkTX9BsLm6/s320/biryani.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><p align="justify"> <em>hyderabadi chiken biryani</em></p><p align="justify">I like the respect shown to others here…no person addresses u by “tu”, it will either be “tum” or mostly “aap”. If we leave aside eve teasing, this city has a respect for the females. If you are a female you will be called “amma” as in mother, with respect (doesn’t matter how much younger you might be).well as a matter of fact, it did sound odd to me when I was addressed like that by a professor in my institute. Not only that, there is not one or two seats reserved in bus for females, the half bus is reserved. In fact just for convenience, the entry door to the buses is also separate for females. And its not like ladies have to fight for their reserved seat if someone is sitting there. Men here have this much manner that if a lady enters, they themselves get up and offer seat.<br />Not only for females, but same is applicable for senior citizens as well. I have never seen anybody getting up from their seats in a crowded bus just to offer it to an elderly person, but in Hyderabad it seems that the “Tehzeeb” is still alive. Not only in buses in my class as well if even a single girl is standing the guys sitting in the front leave place for her, and move to back. In fact for front seats you have to come an hour before the class starts, still guys willingly leave it for girls. That’s why I have started to love it here, although the climate still doesn’t suit me and I fall ill every other day (I m down with viral this moment also). I feel this city is just like a muddy lake, all smelly but still the only place where Lotuses can bloom… after all its <strong>Hyderabad.</strong></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-26964494244207822672008-10-01T19:00:00.000+05:302008-10-25T17:11:15.993+05:30It Costs Nothing......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgarOQ3aYCtV5_DfdiuLLFu3sRyYI3TaqgUoNQaR6i9OU4vb1XBtSfSSBOCBFy0Wf0KpRkwz13-C4GSQNYpQD9MSLxAGGsMKR1N5w437uPJrxYS6dg8NUaXia_B60IVhXNwY-jQjE7XTd2G/s1600-h/images.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 95px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgarOQ3aYCtV5_DfdiuLLFu3sRyYI3TaqgUoNQaR6i9OU4vb1XBtSfSSBOCBFy0Wf0KpRkwz13-C4GSQNYpQD9MSLxAGGsMKR1N5w437uPJrxYS6dg8NUaXia_B60IVhXNwY-jQjE7XTd2G/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261055172268984994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div> Dr. Stephen K. Sproul, a vet, once told of a typical spring day when his waiting room was full of clients waiting to have their pets inoculated. No one was talking to anyone else and all were probably thinking of a dozen other things they would rather be doing rather than "wasting time" sitting in that office.He said " there were six or seven other clients waiting when a young woman came in with a nine month old baby and a kitten. As luck would have it, she sat next to a gentleman who was rather distraught about long wait for the service. The next thing he knew, the baby just looked up at him with that great big smile that is so characteristic of babies.What did the gentleman do?? Just what you and me would do, of course; he smiled back at the baby. Soon he struck up a conversation with the woman about her baby and his grand children, and soon the entire reception room joined in, and the boredom and tension were converted into pleasant and enjoyable experience."<br /> Yes, a <span style="font-weight: bold;">smile</span>, we are talking about the magic of a smile….. Actions speak louder than words, and a smile says “I like you. You make me happy. I am glad to see you.” That’s why dogs make such a hit. They are so glad to see us that they almost jump out of their skins. So naturally we are glad to see them. A baby’s smile has the same effect...<br /> The effect of smile is powerful--even if it is unseen. Telephone companies in US have a program called “Phone power”--in which they suggest that you smile while talking on phone…it will come through in our voice.<br /> If you think you have a dull life or you have lost all joy in work or at home…just try this... ‘Smile at someone every hour of the day.’ An insincere grin??? No. That doesn’t fool anyone. I am talking about a real smile, a heart warming smile; smile that comes from within… Do this for a week and then come back and write to me about your experiences and results…<br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> You don’t feel like smiling?? Then what?? </span><br />Do this: just force yourself to whistle or hum a tune or sing. <span style="font-style: italic;">Act</span> as if you were already happy, and that will tend to make you happy. The best way to regain lost cheerfulness is to sit up cheerfully and to act as if cheerfulness were already there…<br /> It isn’t what you have or who you are or where you are or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It’s what you think about it. Two people may be in the same place, doing same thing; both may have about equal amount of money and prestige and yet one may be miserable and other happy. Why?? Because of a different mental attitude.<br /> Everyone in this world is seeking happiness and there is one sure way to find it. That is by controlling our thoughts. Happiness doesn’t depend on outward conditions. It depends on the inner ones…<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">SMILE</span>:<br /><br />* It costs nothing.<br /><br />* It enriches those who receive, without impoverishing those who give.<br /><br />* It happens in a flash, but sometimes its memory lasts forever.<br /><br />* It can neither be bought, begged, borrowed nor stolen, it can just be passed.<br /><br />* Smile even if someone is too tired to pass it back to you…cos NO ONE NEEDS A SMILE SO MUCH AS THOSE WHO HAVE NONE LEFT TO GIVE!!<br /> And thats real living.........<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-33060304850610942822008-04-04T18:57:00.000+05:302008-04-04T20:03:23.295+05:30Let's try to be the RIVER.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFycP1gZ8cOpgixJzICSdO_tLGDNoyNXRDbkXKcPoAWp9DNSaaeFxp6LYNqO3yaVsnjaxTV6T7cSqQmCWhBnd_GlPDm5XgYQUhGU8LKu5I-LPS7SBuYry0oBTkEwuBxxBvILen1drYO-U1/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFycP1gZ8cOpgixJzICSdO_tLGDNoyNXRDbkXKcPoAWp9DNSaaeFxp6LYNqO3yaVsnjaxTV6T7cSqQmCWhBnd_GlPDm5XgYQUhGU8LKu5I-LPS7SBuYry0oBTkEwuBxxBvILen1drYO-U1/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185398079827431426" /></a><br />Well yet again this post is inspired frm sumthing i read and what touched me...since past few days i hav been reading a book by ma favourite writer Paulo Coelho....."By the river piedra I sat down and wept"...its a story abt the spritiual way of loving sumone.....well its definitely not abt 'love' that i m goin to write :) ...actually...its sumthing i personally believe in that i found written....<br />In todays era everyone wants to get a life that is too mch predictable... everybdy wants to settle down...to live in a peaceful life... People want to get a sense of smoothness outa life...they dnt want to accept any change....In short everyone wants to be a MOUNTAIN...everythin jst where it shud be... perfectly placed..standin there all his life same as it was years ago....<br />But lets for a moment think abt being a RIVER...which doesnt stand the same way all its life but flows...findin new possibilities...findin new ways...It not only changes its own life but also changes all the surrounding it passes by.... The RIVER, which is not as high as the mountain bt is deep....havin many treasures hidden in its lap.... The one who not only lives but gives life to many.Let's stop being the Mountain and be the RIVER...and get out of the settled life thing...Let's open our hearts to the new possibilities...to the things that r waiting for us...to c the sites a mountain never gets to c... some wise man once said "uperwale ke haath hamesha ek saugaath dene ke lie tatpar rehte hain...par kami hai un haatho ki jin mei vo apni saugaat de sake".....(God is always ready to giv his gifts bt the only thing lackin is the hands ready to accept his gift)...Let's open our hands to life...to accept all tht the life offers...there might be sum pain...bt there'll be mch mch joy and happiness....Let's be different..Let's try to flow....Let's be the RIVER....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-8917165198890031902008-03-10T15:53:00.000+05:302008-03-10T16:15:31.430+05:30make a difference....I was going thru an email recently about the creator of "peanut" comic Charles Schultz.. this mail had such an impact on my mind that i m here blogging about the thing... Just go through some of the questions mentioned....<br /><br />1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.<br /><br />2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.<br /><br />3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.<br /><br />4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize.<br /><br />5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress.<br /><br />6. Name the last decade ' s worth of World Series winners.<br /><br />how did you do??? how many of them were you able to answer???<br /><br /><br /><br />now go through the following ones....<br /><br /><br /><br />1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.<br /><br />2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time.<br /><br />3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.<br /><br />4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special.<br /><br />5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with.<br /><br /><br /><br />you must hav answered all of them.... the point of all this question answer session was jst to show that no one remembers headliners of yesterday....no one really cares.. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners . but we never forget the people who touch our lives...The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care ... so be one of them...make a difference...touch a life...you might not be remebered forever but u will never be forgotten...<br /><p> </p><p>'Don't worry about the world comming to an end today...its already tommorow in Australia' (Charles Schultz)</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737644562179106684.post-88297406046910608272008-02-21T19:15:00.000+05:302008-02-21T19:38:06.344+05:30...because this is called life.Have you ever stopped by a flower to take its fragrance??? Have you ever felt the cool breeze touching your skin softly??? have you ever listened the beautiful songs birds sing??? have you ever realised how beautiful this world is??? Everybody lives but have you ever thought of really living and not just passing your life??<br /> If your answer to all these questions is "no"..then my dear just think on it... Life is full of questions and surprises for us... surprises that make us smile..surprises that make us weep..some shock us but then some fill our lives with happiness and joy... Its said that "past is history and future is mystery" ....so dear just enjoy ths present and live life to the fullest ...may be you have just one day to live.... because this is real living...because this is called life......Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03168438599426508729noreply@blogger.com10