tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18558161407618762582024-03-19T19:47:10.356-07:00experimenting lifedeepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-10680921363249870032016-07-31T03:39:00.000-07:002016-07-31T03:39:21.320-07:00Find what you love and let it kill you!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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secret of getting ahead is getting started!!”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">This is my
most favorite quote, although it has been more than two years since I’ve posted
the practice of beginning a blog with a quote persists; old habits die hard don’t
they. Plenty of interesting things have happened over the past two years and
the urge to write a post on each of them was overpowered by laziness or rather
the deficit of time. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Off late I
have been associating myself with art a lot (one of the reasons i don’t have
time to blog) not that am very new to it but it helps me in so many
ways.<b>"Art therapy with Madhubani"</b> the workshop gave me the chance to
impart my expertise and make people experience the wonders of coloring. Am
pretty sure you must have guessed what this post is going to be about, my style
of writing has rusted but then we can always bounce back cant we. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span lang="EN-US">The
recently published '<b>Varnikaa'</b> opened up lot of avenues to me. I got to meet lot
of different kind of people, not just that random strangers commented on how
good the book made them feel and that was the one thing which pushed me into
doing something that would make more people experience coloring. Thus the idea
of doing the workshop evolved. It wasn’t an easy path, on one side there were
all the arrangements to be made and on the other hand there was this humongous
pressure to perform well. Lot of homework was to be done, time was running out
and i wasn’t entirely sure how it would all end.</span>It was the
"i don’t know how I’m going to do it" phase and slowly the D day arrived.
The agenda was prepared, what i was going to speak, how i was going to do it
but the one thing that didn’t happen was practice. We had received many eager
phone calls on the workshop so I had to make sure to live up to their
expectations. The beauty of the entire
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #38761d; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Being an IT
professional most of the people i'm surrounded with are from the IT background
(not professionally but personally as well). But this workshop gave me a chance
to meet different kinds of people not just from our country but from other
countries as well. There was a doctor, graphic artist, people from the business
background, designers, students, musicians and of course our very own IT crowd
as well. Each of them was associated with art in some way or the other. We see
countless people in our walks of life and each one goes through something or
the other like work pressure, living in a foreign land with none or very less
friends, losing a loved one, trying to live up to other's expectations. What
matters is how they overcome it and i'm very glad to be a part of something
like that. I could say we got a chance to make a difference by introducing them
to a new hobby, in helping them overcome stressful situation. It was indeed a
very memorable and educational day.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Conservative, pessimistic mindsets that prevent us from doing what we want to
do and in the end the idea just remains an idea or an ambition left unpersued, dreams
remain unfulfilled. It is at times like these where we need to suit up and
start working towards it instead of worrying on the outcome. When we stop
planning, do things out of impulse we achieve things at a greater extent and
out of nowhere we receive all the support that we need to fulfill our dream. I
could say that I have reached that point in life where i could say with pride
that I did it!! At times its the omg how did i do it phase but if I can do it
so can you!!!!!</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-50117981223877573922013-10-11T03:30:00.000-07:002013-10-11T03:30:56.969-07:00Ramblings of a Sachin Fan !!!!! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">There are many people who manage to capture a million hearts,why won't it be that way there are plenty of platforms and many great people in each of it. Anyway in a very big country of ours there are quite a few legends why are really popular for their uniqueness, like for instance our favourite Prime Minister Mr. Manmohan Singh who is really famous for his silence.People quote him as a example of the most impeccable and advise others to follow his behaviour taking him as a role model (er well it sort of happened to me as well). Or our very own Rajini, ahh well who wouldn't know him for his style,humbleness and the most popular jokes over the internet .These people have their own uniqueness.They are popular,affirmatively;everybody's favourite,not very sure. But there is this one person who has made sure that he stays firm in the hearts of the people,right from little kids to the elderly everybody loves him and the haters constantly talk about him than his fans.His announcement for retirement shattered a billion hearts,nevertheless people would never stop talking about him. </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d;"> Born in this Cricket crazy nation one cant help but follow cricket and who wouldn't love Sachin Tendulkar. I don't remember when i started watching cricket ( i was very little i suppose) but the his name has been etched on my mind forever. Being in a family that watches cricket his name is etched in my head for a very long time. Although Lance Klusener is my most favourite player i wouldn't mind sachin sharing that spot with him. As a kid I can still remember the times i used to jump in high spirits whenever he hit a four,at that time I probably didn't know what a four was but still i used to celebrate every time he hit it.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d;"> As i grew up i came across many people (my ill luck was that most of them were my close ones) who loathed him. Sometimes i used to feel like punching their jaws whenever they spoke bad about him but then why to argue with an idiot and get down to his level to prove that he is right.Am sure many of us would have faced such a situation, especially during the times he was blessed with a very bad team and he had to lead them which he wasn't able to do successfully or whenever he failed to win a match since he wouldn't have had anybody to give him a stand and people would blame him as a non match winner that he is just selfish enough to play for the world record (snorts !!!) The best part i love is when people say that the match in which Sachin scores a century would be a match where India would lose ( wonder why these people didn't find a place in NASA).People always find a way to criticise someone rather than appreciating whatever that is being done.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d;"> For someone who is a Sachin fanatic i find it very hard to select my favourite moment (since i like every match he plays) but one of my favourites would be his massive 98 against Pakistan in the 2003 world cup. Cant believe that was ten years back (feels as though it happened yesterday). Back then i used to switch off the telly when Sachin's wicket falls,well am the same even now (old habits die hard). </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d;">I would consider myself blessed to watch him play live,not once or twice but thrice (thanks to my DAD). Although he didn't score much in all the three matches watching him live on the the field was something unexplainable,his presence in the stadium was reverberating,it was hard to believe that he managed to unite so many people at a single point.These are surely the most cherished moments of my life.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d;"> Considering the fact that all good things must come to an end if it really painful to see him announce his retirement. The one question i believe that would be on everybody's mind is that who will be the next Sachin of the Indian team,now considering that to be improbable i suppose there might be a chance infinitesimally. Wonder what Sachin would do next,where would we see him ?!? In the commentary box perhaps !! Having poured out my heavy heart I would like to dedicate this post to my fellow Sachin fans !!! Hail Sachin !!! </span></b></div>
deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-83799242389455857242013-08-28T01:12:00.002-07:002013-08-28T01:12:39.992-07:00The Secret Effect !!!!! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">I wonder how many of you have read the book called 'The Secret' ?!? Now this post of mine inst going to be a book review but it is about something that stuck me instantaneously and I just started jotting this down.For the past few weeks I've been trying to complete a single post but my mind being a bit preoccupied slash sluggish didn't give me the chance to finish a single post,sigh !! But then i wouldn't blame my mind anyway since I was the one who had kept it highly busy.Let me finish this boring banter about my mind,perhaps another blog post about it someday. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">This incident that happened four years back,it wasn't something highly significant.Me being in college then was busy preparing for my semesters (i believe,chuckles!!) and simultaneously listening to my favourite radio station - 'Chennai Live'. The thing that I loved about Chennai Live is that they not only play international music but the shows were highly diversified and mind blowing.So there I was mindlessly skimming the pages of my book,listening to the show on books(Ah yes books,the sole competitor of my chocolate cravings) and authors.There were plenty of them who kept uttering the word 'Secret' which made feel a bit ashamed,that i didn't know the existence of such a popular book and made me curious as well.After thirteen odd hours i was able to possess the book (well yes i did waste time in the net) and I started reading it up.Now for those people who don't know about this book,it is something about the thought process- seek and you shall find (line stolen from Inferno,laughs!!!) no matter what it is you need it and you will get it somehow. Not exactly a self help book but something that left me musing over it for a long time and I ended up suggesting people that they take a look at it.I would say that whatever is given in the book is so very true although many of us haven't realised it yet,like me. Until this moment i didn't realise that i don't have to deliberately slash consciously think about something to make it happen.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">Zoning back to reality here I'm at work and today being less strenuous made me surf the net and i ended up reading these meaningful comic strips created by several cartoonists. Suddenly this thought popped up and realised that this career of mine what what i had wanted long back. I still remember it now, eight years ago i was this bookwormish teenager and my father had instigated my liking for Dan Brown's works which made me end up with 'Digital Fortress'.Although till date my favourite work of his has been Angels and Demons,DF has a special place in my heart,it was the book that made me discover the arena of cryptography,forensics blah and blah. At that moment i was wondering if such career aspects would be possible in our country and i so wished i could pursue it.Well then time did roll out and like plenty of other people i too finished my bachelors in engineering and landed in this corporate world.The surprising aspect is that my career is more than just remotely related to what i had actually wanted.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">I realise that Rhonda Byrne has made a fortune by putting forth a simple thought.We are what we think,product of our thoughts.Perhaps things would be different only if everybody knew this or rather like how i discovered the secret now.Finally i have to give myself a pat on the back for breaking the jinx that made the completion of a blog post a Herculean task and having completed this post in a record time of ten minutes (PHEW !!!!!) .After thirty two odd posts i have decided to become a bit selfish and dedicate this post to myself, after all i have found a reason that would make me grin all day.Perhaps everybody will be plastered with a grin when they are hit by the secret effect !!!!! </span></b></div>
deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-60000307796965292742013-06-19T11:21:00.002-07:002013-06-19T11:21:55.704-07:00Bollywood per se !!<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Old habits die hard !! This is a famous quote and is applicable to most of us.We all have various habits and one such ardent tendency of mine is (or rather was) newspaper reading.I was once this person who would start my day at least by scanning the contents and drinking up as much as i could.But then yes time plays its game and changes our priorities and gradually my newspaper reading time dwindled till it became nonchalant and of course i hopped to another source as a replacement to the newspaper and that was the one and only Google news.This thing ,Google news is the electronic version of the Deccan chronicle more of the masala factor and less of the actual thing happening.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b> Off late I've been seeing(thankfully not reading) a lot about the suicide of the so called famous actress Jiah Khan,Priyanka chopra's dad passing away..Sanjay dutt in jail..bla bla and the list goes on.Okay so the female had a rough patch in her life,ended her life pathetically bringing in a lot of shame to her friends and family and the media is promoting the news like that of an Indian landing on the moon.She has written a really lengthy letter (which most of the people i know shared in Facebook about her being sexually abused,aborting a child and what not.Why does the media have to make a big issue out of this,just because she was a Bollywood actress?!? Her parents instead of blaming her boyfriend should have taught her all the morals needed to lead a decent life,she should have taken responsibility for her actions instead of ending her life in such a disgusting way.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b> There are many people all over the country who are being abused really badly,aborting a child and breaking up with their boyfriends does that mean all those people should end their life in a similar,cowardice manner!!! This would bring a whooping reduction in the country's population.. Had this been the case Dan Brown could have used this concept in Inferno instead of the complicated bio war theory which he has managed to write about in 700 odd pages (chuckles!!) Added to this the other day i glimpsed that some fellow who was the reason for Jiah Khan's murder had a difficult childhood,sigh poor fellow..seeing that news made my heart ache.Gosh who didn't have a difficult childhood ?!? Anybody with a truckload of homework and the pressure to score more marks would agree with me i presume.</b></span><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d;"> So Priyanka Chopra's dad passes away,now that was really a news that i was most thrilled to see.Perhaps he was a nice man,perhaps yes maybe he was important to her and she being a very popular person on earth did need some media attention.But prolonging the same thing for over a week makes it as funny as it doesn't seem to be.There are many people all over the world losing their life due to cancer and there are many people who lose their fathers' don't they deserve the same treatment then !! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d;"> Maybe these people or rather the stars didn't want such kind of attention but isn't Bollywood paving its way into many things these days.Like for instance the other day a friend of mine was telling me that her client asked her if she would dance to celebrate Diwali which i later assured her that it was surely the resultant of watching too many Bollywood movies which had created such a gumption.This thing is somewhat like the outer circle in Dante's inferno and i presume it is surely bound to grow in the future.I suppose one day our country should change its name from India to Bollywood which would be thoroughly delightful and maybe that would be the day when the country develops,not because of the various feats but because of our dear old Bollywood !!!</span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: #38761d;"> Well so this time i really didn't know to whom i would dedicate this post of mine,maybe to all the blessed souls who manage to tolerate the antics of the media !! </span></b>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-91672544537936174602013-04-30T06:06:00.001-07:002013-04-30T06:06:56.306-07:00Confessions of an Online Junkie !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">As my mind squabbles i realize that the frequency of the thoughts gushing out is relatively high when compared to that of a normal instant,i wonder how i can put an end to this tug of war going on in my mind.Well that isn't something new to an online junkie like me.Yes I'm a big time online junkie and I'm really proud about it,most of us are i suppose.Now an online junkie like me is always active (well that is an understatement) over the Internet,which of course includes the hours slogged at work..trying to find something new..downloading stuff..Finding stuff about someone a.k.a playing the Scotland Yard,my Mum keeps reminding me that i should make it a part time profession (Chuckles !!) The fact which i wanted to focus in this blog is that when </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">i was busy browsing..swimming..ripping the Internet world apart i came across certain new forums,ones that are rapidly gaining popularity - the confessions/proposals page. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">The confessions page i believe was started as some kind of an open forum where people could voice their opinion boldly without revealing their identity,ironically it is some kind of an anonymous platform.This went on from Colorado and spread all over the world..there is even a confessions page named after the school i studied in wherein most of the stuff i find are hilarious,such a time pass during brainstorming moments.</span></b><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEist9Jkz-bQ7UymH38qGHr66_O0pWwZ3L5B6zD1DNMZJc88hnyQOboozs55e4tzHSKWfImUnrJQ5vU8uZElF18zMU8ibc5SPlKShq2FXTN2ikicBOTuqJq6v2Q8oPvVq6mjP7zrCXsTcJI/s1600/1320081240_facebook_addict_gag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEist9Jkz-bQ7UymH38qGHr66_O0pWwZ3L5B6zD1DNMZJc88hnyQOboozs55e4tzHSKWfImUnrJQ5vU8uZElF18zMU8ibc5SPlKShq2FXTN2ikicBOTuqJq6v2Q8oPvVq6mjP7zrCXsTcJI/s320/1320081240_facebook_addict_gag.jpg" width="226" /></a><b><span style="color: #38761d;">Another kind of a confession page is the Proposals page where people can easily reveal the secret admirer quality of theirs.Although this was really funny in the beginning these days it is turning out into some kind of a matrimony page,it would give the leading matrimony sites of India a run for their money.It indicates that every damsel and knight is in search of each other. People not only post their interest in some other person but they also post all their personal details right from the occupation of the parents to the colour of the latest handkerchief.People who have just finished school,college,ones who are working etc post that they are in need of a relationship,displaying a list of requirements which is indeed pathetic.not that am against such stuff but aren't they supposed to try these stuff with people around them..perhaps an high school crush?These stuff have taken desperation to a really new level. I find people frantically in search of a partner,whatever happened to the concept of falling in love ( I admit..i read hell lot of Chick-lit !!!!) ??? Or getting to know someone in real - flesh and soul.I sadly find many of my friends active in such pages which makes me wonder why they are in such a hurry to make such things happen, shouldn't things happen on its own? </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">If sleeping beauty was imposed to such a state then she would have been sleeping for the rest of her life since prince charming would have been busy finding his princess in the proposals page.Maybe Archie Andrews would have put an end to his love triangle by finding someone else other than Betty and Veronica or i wonder how the famous Twilight would have ended...Edward would have posted- hi am a vampire male who is drop dead gorgeous..i can fly and i never sleep..female vampires who can match my looks are free to ping me..Maybe Twilight would have escaped all that trolling after all !!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: #38761d;">I cant believe i have made this blog post of mine sound so serious but i cant help but to post this,maybe its the highest degree of annoyance. It indeed is so lame when people post things like - am 20..so and so person..i know this i like that so whoever is interested contact me.I wonder where the art of making friends has gone to,these days the virtual interaction is fast replacing the physical one and who knows maybe it would become extinct in a while.Well now that i have emptied the pot it is dedication time and i wish to dedicate this blog to all the poor souls out there who are actively participating in this mode of communication..its high time they wake up !!! </span></b><br />
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deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-17254453207240183442013-03-05T04:58:00.002-08:002013-03-05T04:58:55.313-08:00How good Are You !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>It was when this particular person asked me 'how good a writer are you' for which i replied 'i shouldn't be bragging about myself'.The conversation drifted elsewhere but the thought kept hovering which made me realize what is wrong in bragging about oneself. Of course some people i know would not feel the same way which is why i define them as 'obnoxious snobs'.But now i realize why do we feel that way about certain people,is it because they spoke too much about themselves that it made us jealous or is it 'baihua or the empty talk'.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Me being a self obsessed person (yes i admit!!) realized that there is a thin line between bragging and empty talk.Obviously too much of bragging isn't really acceptable by anyone.But then another question pops up,what about the quality called modesty or being modest.Now modesty and modest are two totally different scenarios.A person who is modest doesn't want to draw attention where as the person who is succumbed to modesty is just termed as shy.Now let me stop sounding like some document from Google. I really am sort of deviating ain't i?!!</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>So my question is that is it really that bad to brag although it varies with situations,like for instance a person should surely blow their own trumpet in an interview.I myself have done that..everyone does which is of course the corporate term for confidence.But why is it that we hesitate to do it with strangers or someone whom we just acquaint with.Is it really that bad to tell them 'yes am really good at this'.The ME factor should be high at all stakes. That was what i realized..if we really want to show people that we are good at something we should speak up for ourselves and then of course make it happen!! </b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><strong>Yay so the birth of the new year just happened and with people resembling Taio Cruz's song i decided to pen down the thoughts which have been gnawing my mind for quite a while. I'm happy to announce that i have successfully maintained my last year's resolution to quite a greater extent, although i haven't devised any resolutions for this year. Anyway this isn't going to be another post on resolutions,since am almost done with that topic i decided to write this post on something which i have been observing for a couple of months..something that disturbed me to an extent.Well it isn't about the popular Delhi rape case or similar stories. I decided i shouldn't write about that since it is the much talked (hyped) about subject.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><strong> Now from where do i begin..i have always had issues with beginning my post or rather opening up the topic since the thoughts keep flowing at a greater velocity in my mind.Most of us would have heard about Brahmanism.I'm not referring to the creative aspect but to that of the religious side.A Brahman refers to the term supreme self or rather that's what i came across while reading an article.The ancient theories have defined us brahmins as supreme not that is a bit barbaric but then the reason for it was stated that the most intelligent people came from this part of the group,hypocrisy isn't it. Well it is not especially in those days. </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><strong> There were many reasons for that statement,i'm not going to mention those in this blog post. Things in the ancient period were defined for a cause,more of a reason for which it was followed that way. But as time passed people started following it blindly and there were various versions according to their comfort level.Sadly the essence is missing these days.The way things were practised is being seriously ignored by the gen y or x or whatever.I find lot of people scoffing off the practises,mocking at it while the entire world brands them as being a Brahman. It is like they are frantically trying to move away from the originality and trying to affix themselves to the other type of living and in the end sadly they are neither here nor there. Of course this is 21st century and we having conquered the so called doomsday - 21st DEC(I'm still trying to find the person who created the sun tsunami theory..lol !! )the religious beliefs are meaningless.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><strong> But then sadly i find that we brahmins are the only ones who are scoffing at out religious theories whereas i find the people of other religion (Islamic..Christianity..Buddhism etc) sticking on to their practises no matter where they are.This was seriously disturbing since i found many people in the past few weeks laughing at Brahmanism..making us appear like fools which is seriously pathetic.This has lead to various conclusions about the rest of the people due to the presumptuous nature of the society.On one side i find fellow brahmins mocking at us and on the other side i find the rest of the world mocking at Brahmanism which leads to a conclusion that we are eventually being ridiculed.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #6aa84f;"><strong> I wonder what made me convert this post into a very serious one but i wasn't able to help it but to pour down the thoughts.Hope the new year brings about some changes !!! </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><strong>Its been a long time since i wrote a book review and the reason was that i was stuck in the complexity as to which book to write about.In came the surprise and the perfect solution to my confusion - 'Gently falls the bakula' by Sudha Murthy ,the wife of the famous Narayana Murthy of Infosys and one of the board of directors of the organization (well i guess who doesn't know it). Okay now this books isn't about gardening although i wouldn't have minded if it was but then as usual the title of the book was misleading (poor me).</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><strong> The bakula is supposed to be an ancient and sacred flower well known for its fragrance. According to the author it is profound in the northern parts of Karnataka.The story revolves around two people who share a bakula tree since childhood and how it unites them in spite of the odds like family feuds,ego clashes etc.But the story doesn't end there though and that's where the author creates a twist.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><strong> Shrimathi and Srikanth belong to two different families famous for their feud. Shrimathi being the smarter or rather the intelligent one excels Srikanth not only in the history essay competition but also in the board exams and becomes the state topper and him getting the second rank in the state.She chooses history as the major and he chooses science and since they ended up choosing different paths and wouldn't have to compete with each other anymore they decide to be friends (wonder what would have happened if both of them had chosen the same stream).</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><strong> Yes the fellow is in the IT field and i don't have to elaborate on that since most of us know how it is to be in this field. Srikanth's focus on career is inversely proportional to that on his wife and soon he becomes the general manager (the author covers 10yrs in 2-3 chapters..not bad though) of the organization.Shrimathi having had enough is tormented and embraces her love for history leaving her workaholic husband behind and him not paying much attention to it.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><strong> I loved the book for few reasons..one being the fact that the moral is so very oxymoronic - give your ambition the first priority /never compromise on your loved ones for your dreams.The other being the way the author had described the various historical facts of our country (the lady has truly made a great deal of research).Now for the bloopers, the story was so very sober.It had an abrupt end and lagged logic.Of course considering the fact that the book was a translated one maybe it had failed to convey whatever it had wanted to convey.I have mentioned the entire story in the blog unlike my previous ones since i really didn't feel like recommending the book although it isn't that bad or maybe i felt that way since this is the third time I'm reading a book by an Indian author (no offenses meant) and it really wasn't up to the mark.</strong></span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #38761d;"> Most of us know the cultural differences between that of our country and the others. Although globalization has changed most of the practises there are quite a few which has remaind the same.Well let me stop this boring rationalism.This post is about my travel to Singapore.Now i mentioned about globalisation since the airway in which we commuted offered people complimentary drinks.Not the h2o but the hydroxyl - CH3CH2OH (thanks to organic chemistry).Ahh yes this is such a common thing,especially these days but still it was quite unusual for us(since it was our first trip abroad). </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #38761d;"> So when the air hostess announced that the passengers would be offered complimentary drinks jubliation arose from most parts of the cabin.Me being busy shooting pics (well yeah even in the cabin too) kept my listening skills at bay and wondered the reason for the hushes that appeared suddenly.The realisation stuck when i saw the air hostess bringing the trolley with peculiar bottles in it.</span></strong></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><strong>The word infinitesimally although is a large one the meaning it conveys is something different. I came across this word while studying quantum physics at school. Quantum physics a subject which has fascinated me to every bits and it never ceases to fascinate me. Now let me stop the train of thoughts on QP since that is not the topic of this post (maybe i should write about it in the near future though). </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><strong> This post is about my disability. Yes i do have one and a very common one. This disability would be shared by many other fellow human beings. It is something that i could find in my palm and unable to let it disintegrate since the absence of it shatters me.Well yes it is my very own phone. I have got so much attached to t that, instead of typing this post it about my disability i had typed this phone is about my disability and had to rewrite it. </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><strong> The world is in our hands,thanks to the mobile phone.It is the second thing to which man gets addicted to (first thing being facebook). The device has helped us in so many instances although originally it was created only for talking now it is created in such a way that we wonder what is it that this thing cannot do. Well let me stop my essay on mobile devices right here. I get carried away way too much don't i ?!!</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><strong> Okay so it's been almost twenty months since i became the owner of my darling phone and i must say am so very proud of owning it.Right from improving my multitasking abilities to making people envious by flaunting about it(laughs) and responding to my official mails in record time i literally grew up with this phone. It has become so very dear to me that am unable to bear the partition (now that's a sad story of mine). </strong></span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJ1w-AIqj7pQ_TucBPvPvWeXvTqtkLN-I6kETfmztA4HAwI8ELX-REOsgXkja6cfCQj0aPpvzHCdlA8jqcTL1Wj5zucQCwzF7lghHHR0aR6O_3dVTGh-LEu5k8AYV97J0BNJGW7mBnoU/s1600/mob.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="105" kda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJ1w-AIqj7pQ_TucBPvPvWeXvTqtkLN-I6kETfmztA4HAwI8ELX-REOsgXkja6cfCQj0aPpvzHCdlA8jqcTL1Wj5zucQCwzF7lghHHR0aR6O_3dVTGh-LEu5k8AYV97J0BNJGW7mBnoU/s320/mob.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="color: #38761d;"><strong> I suppose most of the people would have gotten addicted to their phone,who wouldn't with the various features that is available. I fell into the same trap or rather the wormhole.Right from making calls,chatting with people,texting,downloading songs,listening to music i can do whatever i want and do it concurrently.Isn't that cool no wonder my TL calls me the walking wikipeda (i don't know where the connection lies).I hope they include the fastest qwerty typing or the maximum number of times a phone can be dropped contests in the next Olympics,i really have a chance of winning a medal for our country.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><strong> Now that my phone has crashed i really feel the disability to adapt myself with a not so wonderful phone.It is almost impossible to be without my phone.The essence of initiative is taking action and keeping that in mind i have taken steps to revive my long lost love. I hope i tend to be successful.</strong></span></div>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-56449936350636730762012-07-14T01:06:00.000-07:002012-07-14T01:06:54.326-07:00Bagging IT<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: #274e13;"><strong>Giving a pause to my book reviews am back with another post of mine. Sticking to the thought that i should write atleast one blog post per month is becoming a bit difficult, nevertheless i somehow end up writing one thanks to my saturday work schedule. Ahh yes i work on saturdays too..although most of my friends know about this now i get a chance to let the whole world know about it. </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: #274e13;"><strong> This month july is really special to me. There are quite a few reasons for it but the best one is my relationship with the IT field. It was on the first day of this month exactly two years back, i had begun my career.I still remember the day very clearly(seems as though it was yesterday) and i wonder how time flew.It was and will always be one of the most important and cherished days of my life,the part of my life which helped me in learning more about myself." A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions" </strong></span></div>
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<strong> As we grow we realise that many things learnt in the childhood becomes meaningless,I'm not quoting about education(ofcourse that's a different issue) but about the other things like the way we treat another person,the way we behave or treat another person due to which sustainability becomes a gruelling race.</strong></div>
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<strong> I still remember the day when a senior at work asked me if i have entered 17th standard (summing up my years at school and college) just because i didnt know something which he knew. Ofcourse he was such a snob and at that instant two things dawned upon me..one that i was put in a barbaric land where any kinds of display of intelligence is stupidity unlimited and the second one being my notion to not treat my juniors in a similar way.Two years down the lane it occurred to me that people behave in such a way when they feel intimidated.They behave in such a way so that they can pull you down. Unfortunately this i realised, is the heart and soul of the IT industry. The grass looks greener on the other side of the fence which ultimately is a mirage. </strong></div>
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<strong> True i really learnt a lot of things and my patience helped me a lot in various instances..i came across different types of people who both amused and annoyed me at the same time. A person once told me that we could never have friends at work place and at that juncture i found some ambiguity in the thing he told. But now there is a role reversal and i have ended up telling the same thing to many people.Period !! </strong></div>
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<strong> Two years and three projects later i realise that i have fallen in love. Yes i mean it..i really am in love and it is so very profound that it brings tears to my eyes. The romance which i encounter makes me speechless at times (most of the time rather).I'm ending the usage of cliches here but i cant help it can i..i'm so very in love with my work, since i spend atleast 54 hours a week with it i'm one step behind addiction.This has crafted me into a workaholic which astounds me at times : who ME ? a Workaholic? since when ? Well it was since the moment i realised that i have fallen in love with the work i do..something that keeps me going on when everything else pulls me behind.</strong></div>
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<strong> </strong><strong> So here iam sitting at my workplace on a saturday afternoon not knowing whatever is going on in the outside world as iam binded with work..i understood that i am getting used to it irrespective of the aghast reactions i receive when i tell people that iam working on a saturday. Somehow it gives me a sense of pride since it helps in defining the new 'career-girl' ME. </strong></div>
</div>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-12457266774831317112012-06-01T05:48:00.000-07:002012-06-01T05:50:02.627-07:00I've got your number !!!!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<strong><span style="color: #274e13;">"If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all "</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #274e13;"> This quote is one of my all time favourite and being an ardent follower of it i thought of beginning this post this way since there is a connection. Many authors weave their magic spell in such a way that the effect of the book doesn't wither off even months after reading it.I felt the same way with 'I've got your number'. Ahh well i didn't get some body's number or whatever but Poppy did and that's how her life changed. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #274e13;"> Poppy is a physiotherapist who loves her job. She gets engaged to Magnus,a super genius doctorate holder who sweeps her off her feet the minute he sees her, by bestowing her with the family ring thus making her his fiancee. Poppy is highly excited and at the same time worried about spending the rest of her life with the Tavishes. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #274e13;"> The book begins with Poppy losing her engagement ring in a party. With no luck in finding it and her handbag being mugged along with her most precious possession - her phone and ends up finding one in the bin along with a name tag.Finders keepers !! Instantly she makes herself the owner of the phone only to find that it belongs to Sam Roxton's ex PA.Sam wants the phone back and thus begins the connection between Poppy and Sam.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #274e13;"> At the course of time Poppy turns out to become Sam's temporary PA and by reading all of his mails(adapting the face that they share the same inbox) she gets to know everybody in his organisation which plays a key role in the end.The twist in the story begins when the number obtains a msg saying that the person's fiance has cheated on them. Whether it mentions that of Poppy's or Sam's is something the readers have to find out!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #274e13;"> Throughout the book Sophie Kinsella maintains her trademark which is the hilarity. For instance the way Poppy distracts the Japanese delegates or the way she covers her palm with gloves in order to hide the loss of her ring or the way she cheats the Tavishes in scrabble with Sam's help is simply rib tingling (a trace of Becky Bloomwood). The way Sophie has adapted the text messaging concept is a perfect portrait of the reality.Although the book is funny it fails to reach the usual Sophie Kinsella mark.The author sounded a bit like Laura weisberger or Danielle Steel's books.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #274e13;"> The characters are a bit too many which confuses the reader a bit. The best part of the book is the 'Footnotes', this is something new by the author and it definitely makes it's mark.On the whole this books begins in a very new angle and ends up like a melodrama.Of course the book does have an impact on the readers like the other Sophie Kinsella books with the intensity being a bit less. On the whole this is one entertaining ride, the tag like being the best - 'one ring and he's yours' .</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #274e13;"> This is my third book review on the row and i would like to thank all those people who keep motivating me to write such reviews. So i dedicate this post to all of you people out there who have been a positive influence !!!!!!! </span></strong><br />
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<b>Am back with yet anoter book review.</b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OpWjLLSlQQyFn46zGe8ZEWstYwaqUIqT316ThCO2Y7bB470NVYvL3fAvo8EM5Ua0kObXSaTBSLX8rYm8GR0xSMw30acBACc-noJb1yER90MQ1SUbU_5OXMvVO7CJ95x9rOPB4VqxPvg/s1600/38910f51-72a1-443e-90e0-2dc9115de74bMediumRes.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="131" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OpWjLLSlQQyFn46zGe8ZEWstYwaqUIqT316ThCO2Y7bB470NVYvL3fAvo8EM5Ua0kObXSaTBSLX8rYm8GR0xSMw30acBACc-noJb1yER90MQ1SUbU_5OXMvVO7CJ95x9rOPB4VqxPvg/s200/38910f51-72a1-443e-90e0-2dc9115de74bMediumRes.JPG" width="200" /></a><b> Thanks to all my friends who had given a wonderful response to my previous book review which was a real boostup. There are very few books which triggers the reader to keep thinking about it even after the ending and 'Stupid guy goes to India' is one of them.</b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OpWjLLSlQQyFn46zGe8ZEWstYwaqUIqT316ThCO2Y7bB470NVYvL3fAvo8EM5Ua0kObXSaTBSLX8rYm8GR0xSMw30acBACc-noJb1yER90MQ1SUbU_5OXMvVO7CJ95x9rOPB4VqxPvg/s1600/38910f51-72a1-443e-90e0-2dc9115de74bMediumRes.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br />
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<b>The author is a Japanese named Yukichi Yamamatsu and the book is about his experiences in our very own national capital Delhi. I've had my very own experiences in the cithy but Yukichi's book actually baffled me.Not that he wasnt just true but i was surprised that every person receives the same kind of treatment by our fellow country men.</b><br />
<b> The beginning of the book shows Yukichi planning to weave the popular comic culture called MANGA is a non Japanese land. The introduction is highly hilarious but at the same time brings down the security level of our country,nowonder the terrorists are able to walk into the country really freely. So Yukichi finally makes it to India with nominal funds in dreams of releasing manga in the country. He is mislead though when he finds out the we arent new to comics.The manner in which he is received by the hotel staff and the way they fool him with the charges is absolutely hilarious but he lets the cat out of the bag. With that Yukichi establishes his base in the country. The next thing he does is begins his quest for apartment,This is really the important part of the book.<br /><br /> Thus he begins working on the indian version of the famous manga with the help of various assistants who he manages to find. This part shows the sluggish and the carefree nature of the Indiand which is quite opposite to the Japanese who are well known for their rules and orderly way of living. In the end he manages to publish the book and whether he manages to sell it in the streets of Delhi or not is what you will have to find out by reading the book.<br /><br /> The hilarity of the book is the trait to be cherished and enjoyed by the reader but at the end we could feel that the seriousness has been concealed by humour. The manner in which we Indians have been projected is something to be ashamed of. On the other hand every other country has it's own good and bad. An Indian in Japan would receive the same kind of feeling with the language barrier and maybe a different level of perfidy. The book clearly shows the difficulties a person would face in a foreign land minus the global lingo-english. <br /><br /> Although the ending was a bit abrupt i really enjoyed reading the book. It made me wonder why Yukichi never tried visiting another city which might have given him a better outlook of our country.The translator has done a very good job in creaing the english version or rather the hinglish version of the book. It is an eye opener to all of us and maybe we could try to improve ourselves in the hospitality section. On the whole the book is a joyous ride and my first ever manga read.<br /><br />I finally dedicate this post to all those people who are away from home in a foreign land and making the best out of it.<br /> </b></div>
</div>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-63997486907998229352012-01-31T10:30:00.000-08:002012-01-31T10:33:30.433-08:00"Almost Single" !!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I found this book lying in my friend's rack when I was prying around [the usual ;)]. The cover page was a bit unusual for a book by an Indian author. I have read various chick lit's from all over the world and I was very much surprised to find one from our very own country. The Washington post had declared the book this way - "cheeky new writing breaks shackles". I ran home so that I could begin reading it, somehow I forgot the famous proverb-appearances are deceptive. Well the book wasn’t just cheeky, it was too cheeky.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The lead - Aisha Bhatia is twenty-nine years old and is single, though she is ready to mingle she seems to be very unlucky when it comes to finding her perfect man. Self-actualized people are independent of the good opinion of others. But this female is far more than independent which is a disturbing factor. She works as a guest relations manager at a hotel in New Delhi and is quoted to be an ardent traveller. Yes she is an ardent traveller to the night clubs, pubs and bars of the city. She tolerates her job which requires her to wear a sari everyday which she casually drapes over a jean which is the after effects of a hangover. She hates her boss who is a big time jerk who shuttles between his wife and his girlfriend a.k.a his sister in law(Seriously!!). Aisha bonds really well with her friends, a gang which is an embodiment of friendship comprising of a gay couple-Ric n nic, a divorcee- Anushka and a very hip girl - Misha who is constantly ends up with the wrong man. The hero of course is an NRI who is a perfect package - handsome, ultra rich and loves the leading lady.Like every other chick lit the hero is a guy who is really very rich and the leading lady an ordinary girl next door (sort of) person. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The book comprises of experiences of all these people which are in the bollywood meets Sophie kinsella style or rather Hollywood meets Advaita Kala..Whatever!!! Aisha who is supposed to be an intelligent and independent woman fails in terms of morales..She is found to be constantly boozing and doing things which could probably be possible but unacceptable. Though such characters might be found in some or many parts of the Indian capital it isn’t acceptable when it is related to Indian women in general. </span></div>
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<b> Going through my first blog i somehow connected with the old me..well now this post isnt going to be 'a christmas carol part 2'. But i just wonder how it would be like if each one of us attain a similar experience..maybe things would seem to be different after that..</b><br />
<b><br /> The person who i was three years back seems to be vaguely familiar to me now..she has </b><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YlwOPeisAcI/Tv9PGwP-tII/AAAAAAAABc4/lxwHSgqi4iA/s1600/nostalgia.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><b>written about her passion towards writing and about satisfaction.Comparing her with the person who iam now i discovered that the passion hasnt wuthered off yet and makes me feel that there is still a faint chance for me to kindle that flame..I have always been a reader,that too an ardent one.I have read at every stage of my life and i still continue to pursue it and yet i cannot pretend that the reading i have done in my adult years matches the impact on my soul that the reading i did as a child provided.<br /><br /> With the new year on it's way and constant prodding from few friends of mine i decided to pursue this auxillary activity which makes me feel so good.There would be many instances which would declare that times would change,people change,something new would happen to us every moment. But the things that wouldnt change would be dreams and our aspiraions and the intentions which would never prevent us from chasing it...<br /><br /> I would dedicate this post to people who have been there to remind me and help me out to be the person who iam now and also to the people who havent been there for me or the ones who have not been able to walk with me entirely because of which i was able to do things by myself...With this new hope i plan to end this post of mine which is the way i have spent waiting for the clock to tick it's way to the arrival of the year 2012 !!!!!!! </b></div>
</div>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-70234588987437370422010-10-18T10:24:00.000-07:002010-10-18T10:41:05.272-07:00What is it that makes me get on this thing?<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> After a gap of 92 days am back with another post..This is about something which i had experienced in my stay at Noida which was a temporary one..</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> <br /> Noida is a place which is a lot different from our very own Chennai..not only the food we eat, people are different from that of Chennai but it's also the mode of transportation that is different..People mostly travel by the metro train which is both fast to commute and cheap...the metro train is preferred over the buses ( which appears in such a way that the pamphlet in the Asian paints ad can be replaced by pictures of these buses) and the second most preference is given to the cycle rickshaws.Aahh!!! the very thought of these rickshaws makes my stomach quiver..</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">A ride in these rickshaw</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">s would make people drop the idea of mounting a roller coaster..the thrill obtained is indescribable ( it's something that should be felt)..So am here with my experiences of traveling by the cycle rickshaw,something which is very ordinary but memorable..</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12oQizIYPaa9Yr5ST4Wg6iNhpLhC0SCDQ_gQubtmZ-fX7vpJLIqJAGKbqshRWd6QP6np30qC17L8z9YyL6NMWmDQ-NmVlsJG22CkUnxusiFKuXTdzHkQi42LjfGYdrtKy47H9AYwy-dI/s1600/delhirickshaw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12oQizIYPaa9Yr5ST4Wg6iNhpLhC0SCDQ_gQubtmZ-fX7vpJLIqJAGKbqshRWd6QP6np30qC17L8z9YyL6NMWmDQ-NmVlsJG22CkUnxusiFKuXTdzHkQi42LjfGYdrtKy47H9AYwy-dI/s320/delhirickshaw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529439754462692546" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> <br /> So it was a weekend and myself and two of my friends were on a</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">shopping spree..after going through the nook and corner of the atta market and havin</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">g a proper dinner (which happened in rare occasions) we decided to get back home or rather the guest house..Now one thing which i have to mention is</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> that finding a rickshaw is highly difficult as the process involves the task called "bargaining"..so after ten minutes of bargaining we finally mounted onto a rickshaw..</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> <br /> The journey begun slowly and we were busy chatting about the wonderful evening which we had..initially we were very much engrossed in the conversation that we had failed to notice that the driver of the rickshaw was Michael Schumacher's brother..he was so quick that he started overtaking the cars on the road..</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> At the course of time he lost track of the fact that three people were sitting at the back of his seat and he went into such a state that he became deaf to my friend's wailing and he paid no attention to my 'bhaiya sambhalke' (careful bro)...Now cycle rickshaws in Noida were mostly in a pathetic state..The driver turns left , the rickshaw would turn right and we lost the count of the number of such jerks produced..the speed was unimaginable and shuddery and all that i could hear was my heart thumping..The situation went out of control and all that we could do was pray that we would reach the guest house safely..</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> <br /><br /> One thing that should be accepted is that these men are experts in handling the wagon..after 25 scary minutes we finally got down at the guest house paying 30 bucks for the ride..Now i must say that the ride was one of the most freakiest i had ever experienced in my life..something i had grown out of, but never recovered from.</span><br /><br /><br /> </span>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-13503549179273814232010-07-18T08:59:00.000-07:002012-03-01T01:23:10.442-08:00A new journey..a new destination...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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</div>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-73327544918581752902010-04-22T06:49:00.000-07:002010-04-22T07:11:04.778-07:00Mission articulation<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8k0NZt8hW5vG3EInx2UgYWM01tT7GDC7tAxlamNVJ1F6r69pLEz8s-bw9Ajf36Zi57wTflPoAUBGMkTYfdmvVW-938q69Ww3i6qIV2zlbZGFY-k2tI1z-i9yk4POPn-K7YdG3iUSLzQ/s1600/captain-planet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960536560404562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8k0NZt8hW5vG3EInx2UgYWM01tT7GDC7tAxlamNVJ1F6r69pLEz8s-bw9Ajf36Zi57wTflPoAUBGMkTYfdmvVW-938q69Ww3i6qIV2zlbZGFY-k2tI1z-i9yk4POPn-K7YdG3iUSLzQ/s320/captain-planet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Today being "World EARTH day" i just thought of writing about few things which is happening around us and things which need to be brought to focus..<br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"> As we all know,summer's in and so is the scroching heat.The thing which am going to write about happened on one summer morning(approximately two weeks back). It was at around 7.30am in the morning and i had just returned home from my morning walk.Absent mindedly i picked up my landline to ring up my dad,the blank response provided to me by my telephone made me realise that our telephone connection was out of order(and it wasnt new to me).. </span></strong><br /></div><div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Cursing the telephone department(they hadnt paid much atte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY32qfLSxLvblf2ssI7zup9BBx1T-erH2FBMCbCgNB7TGhm5IeTpIZuAlUy7O6c89VOEfftKkDs1C9vV0Gz_CxnM67qERKqEsgG8i4mt6k6d1ZGqs_YHILWd1i2gs4IgsY1YdC6RXFT3M/s1600/elec.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960524257174754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY32qfLSxLvblf2ssI7zup9BBx1T-erH2FBMCbCgNB7TGhm5IeTpIZuAlUy7O6c89VOEfftKkDs1C9vV0Gz_CxnM67qERKqEsgG8i4mt6k6d1ZGqs_YHILWd1i2gs4IgsY1YdC6RXFT3M/s320/elec.bmp" border="0" /></a>ntion to our complaint) i headed to the kitchen to drink water and after few minutes i had realised that something wasnt right. The burner in the kitchen was on but the flame wasnt. I was astonished to know that the gas cylinder's life span had ended.Bringing this to the notice of my mom,we decided to change the cylinder. After struggling for 20 odd minutes i was finally successful in turning on the new cylinder,only in vain. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;">With the satisfaction of having fixed it i began reading the news paper and after few minutes i just started getting odd sounds,like that of the engine of an airplane and it was from the kitchen. I was baffled when i came ot know that the cylinder was a faulty one and the person from the gas agency didnt provide a satisfiable answer to our ailment and the response was frustrating. What would a family eat when there isnt the avilability of fire to cook the food ,early in the morning??</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Unknowing that the worst part was yet to come i switched on the tv. It was around 8.45am and withing a span of five minutes the most deadliest of everything occured - the power shutdown.It was the shutdown for the monthly maintenance(that's what they have named it) and it was the most unexpected one because it had occured for the second consecutive week. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;">This is quite common in most of the places, but such an incident is disturbingly provocative. We were put in a worst state which the people of the stone-age wouldnt have experienced. I felt as though i was living in the era which occured before the flinstones. We were practically deprived of food,electricity and the power to comm</span><span style="color:#003300;">unicate with the outside world. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQ2f6FTFK6wTCsVb-mgVevsXMoc7AmTiHwjnhxWQqKQONGMp2KLItbZwNwQwK6PO3lEp3z0CthNMtepZniGMWNpvxdAuqINx5J33zsaO0BaOfrccoJDh28GVfVE3hb49VRq_I0AWXfSE/s1600/earth_Earth_without_water_2_1__Adirondack.jpg"><span style="color:#003300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462960519676102402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQ2f6FTFK6wTCsVb-mgVevsXMoc7AmTiHwjnhxWQqKQONGMp2KLItbZwNwQwK6PO3lEp3z0CthNMtepZniGMWNpvxdAuqINx5J33zsaO0BaOfrccoJDh28GVfVE3hb49VRq_I0AWXfSE/s320/earth_Earth_without_water_2_1__Adirondack.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;">For us it was manageable due to the presence of mobile phones to contact people,vechicles to drift to places where the power existed but it's hard to think about the plight of people who down own such contraptions. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;">We have neared the mid of 2010 and 2020 isnt far away. With such an irresponsible resource handling we lag an ecological approach to the management of these resources. We have the inertia of past habits, unsustainable habits.The gas agencies still stick on to the age old cylinders which are not women friendly ( a woman is the one who's at home most of the time-using it).The electricity board shutting down power every now and then in the name of power consumption or what-so-ever.In countries like China(our counter part) the power cut had previously occured on september 2009 but arent they moving towards worthwhile achievements which are the result of many little things done in a single direction and not to leave out the telephone department which is busy developing 3g services or whatever when most of the wired connections are at stake!! How on earth would India develop in such conditions?????</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Something must be done to kindle the resource which we havent harvested in the minds of the people.We do not allow them to disperse because we've been ignorant of their value and that resource is nothing but "AWARENESS"!!! ( i guess it's time to call Captain Planet)</span></strong> </div></div>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-39009426803601874502010-03-15T10:26:00.000-07:002010-03-15T20:57:06.264-07:00SUBLIME PARTS OF LIFE...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlVd-I5Txy5qIBnsLtwSVXkqf0NRHw3mG5Bgxp-g0HQnJN4eygXGjhtY2LIrZ8HmTr-zbYbMwEffMMoewszJUISTdkLxSd-9U7vY2pRlb0PZwy4eYeHVkFqfIuxMOXPy50rrH84h1xXik/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448921948847767650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlVd-I5Txy5qIBnsLtwSVXkqf0NRHw3mG5Bgxp-g0HQnJN4eygXGjhtY2LIrZ8HmTr-zbYbMwEffMMoewszJUISTdkLxSd-9U7vY2pRlb0PZwy4eYeHVkFqfIuxMOXPy50rrH84h1xXik/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>I wonder why some of life's best moments always occur at the end of something..It <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">isnt</span> only at my case but i suppose every one would have come across such instances.One such thing and the most memorable one is my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">college</span> industrial visit (sort of actually ;) ) or rather the final year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tour</span>..It was one of the best moments of life with all the fun and frolic and i really should thank my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">friends</span> who made it happen and we had the time of our lives.. </strong></span><div><div><div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">DAY 1</span>: It all started on march 3rd at 3pm in the noon when we boarded the train..it was just as usual the just four of us in a compartment and the train having started we began laying zoom(our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">fav</span> musical game) and it was as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">splendid</span> as ever and gave the same effect as playing in the class during the boring lectures <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">lol</span> [:P]. So the game continued till 7pm and then after dinner(which was equivalently enjoyable) we started our game of cards with the rest of our classmates and it turned out to be really hilarious ( me being really bad at playing cards) we winded up the game after playing it for an hour or so and then the night ended(deliberately) after long hours of chatting..but then we had to wake up at 2 in the morning and after getting down at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Ernakulam</span>(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Kerala</span>) we boarded a bus to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">munnar</span>..boy oh boy finally we were able to sleep for a while and after getting down at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Munnar</span> and boarding at the restaurant we started for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">munnar</span> trip. the place was similar to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Otcamund</span> with all the dams,lake and tea estates and we ended visiting all the places..</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>Here comes the best part of the trip - 'CAMP FIRE' it was indeed better than the previous one with all the dancing and jumping around..little tornado created her effect with her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">fantabulous</span> dance performance and the day ended with hoopla and we somehow managed to squeeze into that single bed to get our forty winks properly..<br /></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">DAY 2</span>: The next day we started off to Vega Land,the most exciting place in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Kerala</span> and after three hours of bus travel(and dancing ) we reached <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">vegaland</span>.The first ride was a very normal one..<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Caterpillar</span> -the ride for kids but we did make to it after the long queue(the place was flocked with school and college students) after finishing it we got to the next ride.I guess it the ride of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">vegaland</span>,it was terrible experience and the ride was as deadly as it's name-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Monster's</span> mix(or something like that)..had Newton seen that ride he would have written another theory for the gravitational force <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">coz</span> the people were taken in all kinds of axes-x,y,z,a,b,c..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">bla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">bla</span> in mid air.The worst and best part of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Vegaland</span> was that every deadly ride lasted for 10 solid minutes(PHEW!!) and after that some sort of a ride we made it to windmill(a breezy one) and then we stormed into water world-the hub of water rides. </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>So we made it to most of the rides-the snake ride,pendulum,family ride,water splash and then we headed to the wave pool and after having the time of our lives there we managed to complete the other rides like the pressure cooker one(that's what i named it ;)),ranger(it took us upside down three times for 30secs) the musical one and having completed all the rides we headed towards the exit..</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>I would like to quote this <span style="color:#993399;">'A happy childhood can't be cured. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Mine'll</span> hang around my neck like a rainbow, that's all, instead of a noose'</span><br /></div></strong></span><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">DAY 3</span>: It was the third day of the trip and we still had e<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">nergy</span> stored in for more fun and excitement and with the same notion we made it to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Atrampalli</span> Falls..nature was at it's best with the rocks and little streams of water forming the falls it w<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJccnntgBzOth2sZhQ9n2EjQhNY2j4WutfJd-a0yhvQIRHW3-lDvu83a2AKA_kB5QAXksylJ7ylZAuxMUSowU3sEAB6WBURvbjVn2b-3HwZvWLCmcHGOVAx65U6zjWeOQl1pEPSIN9CjY/s1600-h/100_0998.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448921104156102258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJccnntgBzOth2sZhQ9n2EjQhNY2j4WutfJd-a0yhvQIRHW3-lDvu83a2AKA_kB5QAXksylJ7ylZAuxMUSowU3sEAB6WBURvbjVn2b-3HwZvWLCmcHGOVAx65U6zjWeOQl1pEPSIN9CjY/s320/100_0998.JPG" border="0" /></a>as a beautiful sight.After spending time in the falls we started off to our next destination - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Cherai</span> Beach. It was a typically an Arabian sea beach with all the rocks and the water a bit darker than the one in our city(Chennai). The breeze was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">mesmerising</span> and after spending time in the beach we ended that day's trip and headed back to our rooms.<br /></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">DAY 4</span> : Time played it's tricks. All of a sudden it was the last day of our trip and we decided to make the most out of it.So our first destination of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">Chotanikara</span> Temple(2hrs from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Aluva</span>) and after the wonderful <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">darshan</span> and lunch we headed straight to the ferry. We had booked it for three hours and the boat started sailing slowly.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">We got</span> to see the C<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">hinese</span> fishing,some dolphins(can <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">ne</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga54Yv1TIVoGpBI5h_izqyufIJWwf_dRZs90IrdE6OBENULt4Ec0xzIGrU0kpVMZya_zURxEGiyevJyzkvdAl-zLbqkmZXq8BR-GQ8soaqA52e-ia9fhiKBfKPsw-zM_4pHU1WtyxOVOw/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448920356088236162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga54Yv1TIVoGpBI5h_izqyufIJWwf_dRZs90IrdE6OBENULt4Ec0xzIGrU0kpVMZya_zURxEGiyevJyzkvdAl-zLbqkmZXq8BR-GQ8soaqA52e-ia9fhiKBfKPsw-zM_4pHU1WtyxOVOw/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">ver</span> forget your doubt Sand :) ) and few of the ships in the harbour we went to an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">archaeological</span> museum which preserved all he belongings of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Rajas</span>' of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Kerala</span> during the Dutch <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38">peroid</span>.The next place was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39">Synagog</span>-the ancient Dutch church and crossing the Jew streets we reached the completed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40">pur</span> ferry journey and reached the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41">Ernakulam</span> city.</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>This was another memorable part of the trip as we(only the four of us) got to see a beautiful sight.A mall situated at the marine drive. Though it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42">wasnt</span> like the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43">malls</span> of our city it really was better than the streets which resembled the ones in T-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44">nagar</span>.After shooting hell <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45">lotta</span> pics we headed to the train realising that the trip had come to an end."We do not remember days; we remember moments."<br /></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>These four days were one of the best moments of my life. It was sad that the trip had come to an end very quickly although it had begun slowly.We ended up having fun forgetting all the sour moments of life making beautiful memories which will always be etched in my mind forever.To look backward for a while is to refresh the eye, to restore it, and to render it the more fit for its prime function of looking forward. </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>I should thank my three best friends for making my college life a mellifluous ballad. Maybe i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46">wouldnt</span> have told this fact to them or maybe i am not that much of an expressive person but this is my token of affection and gratitude for them...</strong></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbXIakZxZsIBro2qKFs0S0eveVYzEYg5Y5JrUb93XV9XxmWjTTutRLurtKg_hpqwy5UrI9sgheuhyphenhyphenbRo95vsPKet8k1PEmzaKATYhrIHMFuJxHDbrb5tbC2NAnmY3Sn9-9gqYr2B8A6U/s1600-h/edit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448919002665834738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbXIakZxZsIBro2qKFs0S0eveVYzEYg5Y5JrUb93XV9XxmWjTTutRLurtKg_hpqwy5UrI9sgheuhyphenhyphenbRo95vsPKet8k1PEmzaKATYhrIHMFuJxHDbrb5tbC2NAnmY3Sn9-9gqYr2B8A6U/s320/edit.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#003300;"><strong>So i dedicate this blog especially for them..for those three beautiful people who will always be special to me no matter what<span style="color:#993399;">.."It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment"<br /></span></strong></span></div></div></div>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-3419649530843853372009-12-03T02:21:00.001-08:002009-12-03T02:40:24.435-08:00The Road trip...<span style="color:#003300;"><strong>'Adventurer' - he that goes out to meet whatever<br />may come.. Well, that is what we all do in the world one way or another and with this very thought i started off with my friend on the most 'unpredictable' path-yes the roads' of our very own chennai city.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9w2s7vSbvIFpN5mQa2zXQg1zO17Mb30V_6HahkRmy6RCJkavNTGJGbtbCuEuUiD4jLHbsHv25dqnQgHLKPJD6FKXCI5p7ivJHFWE4XmtmO3pUp8SDfvndxUcoj1F_vpuyfMTPmg89RI/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410953657517784562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9w2s7vSbvIFpN5mQa2zXQg1zO17Mb30V_6HahkRmy6RCJkavNTGJGbtbCuEuUiD4jLHbsHv25dqnQgHLKPJD6FKXCI5p7ivJHFWE4XmtmO3pUp8SDfvndxUcoj1F_vpuyfMTPmg89RI/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong></span> <div><div><div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong> Now driving as such is sort of a tedious job(wear the helmet,follow the rules bla bla) and driving on the roads of chennai is like the high board swimming pool-- after days of looking up at it you finally climb up the wet steps to the platform and when it's too far forward it was too late for retreat and finally you end up diving..</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong> There are two kinds of adventurers : those who go truly hoping to find adventure and those who go secretly hoping they won't.</strong></span><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>I belong to the second category but things </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>occur on the contrary..</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong> As we all know every person (atleast most of them)</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong> gets the chance to drive after obtaining the </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>driving license homologated by the government<br />and that is the most hilarious part(how on earth </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>do they relate driving an eight path to driving in the<br />traffic) we have no idea about all those stuff and<br />we jus end up being happy for obtaining that<br />small card..</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong> People travel to wonder at the height of the<br />mountains..at the huge waves of the seas.. at the<br />long course of the rivers...at the circular motion<br />of the stars bla bla bla but myself and my<br />friend(who doesnt know to drive) started off to<br />reach our destination hoping that we would do it<br />on time which ofcourse seemed to be the<br />mission impossible.. </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong> A great person once said </strong></span><span style="color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#003300;">"Vision is not enough, </span></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#003300;">it must be combined with venture. </span></strong></span><span style="color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#003300;">It <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOpPqKPZoemyCXFLWmZNAlgxYgvD5LIJEUfKCvoSEnGA8XNxrET54oNFckozC9Un66kafWznD5jZrkk-1eCfwNleAmUdSqB8fuVUH9tg6Ivx1qEXs_MiNT1l55WAg0BKcqRnyRcIbjE4/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410953645494695554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOpPqKPZoemyCXFLWmZNAlgxYgvD5LIJEUfKCvoSEnGA8XNxrET54oNFckozC9Un66kafWznD5jZrkk-1eCfwNleAmUdSqB8fuVUH9tg6Ivx1qEXs_MiNT1l55WAg0BKcqRnyRcIbjE4/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></a>is not </span></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong><span style="color:#003300;">enough to stare up the steps, we must step up the stairs"</span> considering the literal meaning of the saying would be apt for our share-auto drivers who follow the policy <span style="color:#330000;">'where there is a will there is a way' (where there is space there is a share auto)</span> they are considered to be "THE MOST" draconian </strong></span><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>people on the road..the very presence of them </strong></span><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>marks the sight of turbulence a havoc due to </strong></span><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>their jittery movements..following them would be like</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong> setting out into an unknown country we would </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>endup facing many a danger..<br /> After crossing such a barrier me and </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>my friend were stalked by those famous nihilarians </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>none but the road side romeos..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1u30dVdRtqbFlJwclqRCVh56ONRGQ8m49QjCG7DrIFGZWFDYtYODosQj5wwPKhNeeXnxO8VhBUkGmU5EydubbURAfRKi_0CjTzgnpjoYkkhOKQhtcjITJDfE896tqw1gPsTiVrwXHaw/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410953643533664162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP1u30dVdRtqbFlJwclqRCVh56ONRGQ8m49QjCG7DrIFGZWFDYtYODosQj5wwPKhNeeXnxO8VhBUkGmU5EydubbURAfRKi_0CjTzgnpjoYkkhOKQhtcjITJDfE896tqw1gPsTiVrwXHaw/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>the very sight of them would make us feel as </strong></span><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>though watching a femina miss india(err mr.india in this case ;) ) on the road..they hoot,shout,drive rashly(shooting for Dhoom3 maybe) high degree of hooliganish behaviour.Added to that would be the bikers who treat their vehicles to be a chevrolet or a toyota with three to four people(an entire family i suppose) on the bike creating a nettling experience..<br /> The next stop in the daymare was the<br />cyale walas..my oh my they consider their <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyedA9lolwbVTIp_NznPnvwtqs7_sIVkTk_4gE70gUJiUk4nGp2lC1968tI9wr6JLtgHd9uUmkyvIoDIIrvLralgncILT9ooywnYwsXxcuxKlcfKOGRHRvWBz6ZpJqfqRO_93X22u01U/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410953636032030402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLyedA9lolwbVTIp_NznPnvwtqs7_sIVkTk_4gE70gUJiUk4nGp2lC1968tI9wr6JLtgHd9uUmkyvIoDIIrvLralgncILT9ooywnYwsXxcuxKlcfKOGRHRvWBz6ZpJqfqRO_93X22u01U/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />bicycles to be a Yamaha FZ or a Hayabusa or whatsoever(sheesh!!) they never budge and try their level best to plunge into the tiniest space and seize their opportunity as much as possible..the best part however is when they portray a motogp sort off show..schmucks cap-a-pie..<br /> The speculation doesnt end here the so called people with the license never follow the road <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQN3_vVCvKR-KUFKR138yanUxJLFZaLFmOfcnnLsQ1xtW6wsTw-Bew_C8J6RGdEc9fAFWfXNqFXcyFBxgry42lU7f2grWxt1lUh4tbb1SinxFq6OsAJ7uxYznZ34FOQXYYGZNOaVW3aUs/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410953631550583442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQN3_vVCvKR-KUFKR138yanUxJLFZaLFmOfcnnLsQ1xtW6wsTw-Bew_C8J6RGdEc9fAFWfXNqFXcyFBxgry42lU7f2grWxt1lUh4tbb1SinxFq6OsAJ7uxYznZ34FOQXYYGZNOaVW3aUs/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /></a>rules even at the </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>traffic signal(which doesnt properly function though) and we get scorned at if we follow the road rules and stuff..we are given only one moment sparkling like a star in our hand and we should make the most of it before the spark dies out..<br /> Finally on reaching the destination i ended up with claustrophobia unlike my friend who experienced thorough enjoyment..her need for adventure being satisfied but then she deserves<br />appreciation..purely for not understanding my<br />way of driving [;)] </strong></span></div></div></div></div>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-83932182146706653182009-07-14T07:02:00.001-07:002009-07-14T07:10:17.724-07:00I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart<strong><span style="color:#003300;">In this busy world filled with strenuous instants the only thing we crave for is relaxation and to over come that we begin the conquest for entertainment and we land up in the world of movies. Well keeping this in mind me and my friends planned for a movie and the resultant was a mind boggling one.<br /> SO holidays came to an end and college reopened and being engineering students we were pushed to work hard the very first fortnight now that is mean thing isn’t it. This uncouth thing drove us (me n ma frnds) to plan for a movie.So after arguing for hours we came to a decision to watch a Hindi movie . Satisfied with the decision we parted. Now comes the twist in the sad story of mine, due to the timely constraints and conditions we ended up watching a Tamil movie (EKKK!!!!!!).<br /> Now we being tamilians are supposed to be proud and happy to watch a Tamil movie but frankly it the other way round. These days our Tamil movies lack the important thing called ‘standard’ (hope all those frequent movie goers remember this word) they are below the average level. Either the guy’s poor or the girl and they end up falling in love and finally end up becoming ‘LOSERS’( they don’t show this part in the movie)The hero comes from the rural area and ends up becoming a so called don or whatever else a movie describing a so called happy family ..they try to make us happy but unfortunately they end up making our kerchief wet (we do deserve that for wasting time and money by choosing such a movie).<br /> And then it’s the hero oriented movies’ by actors who claim themselves to be the next "super star" (or whatever) their movies consists of the intro song which is supposed to be peppy but instead dispirits us and we end up searching for aspirin and then the silly storyline which would have been a imitation or a remake of an English movie or book done in a poor way coz the script would have been changed to match the locale taste or whatsoever, a larger than life hero<br />with the awful comedians and dumb leading ladies’ and the really scary ‘bad guy’ (oohh he’s really scary) who troubles the people and finally the day is saved thanks to the HERO (what is he a Powerpuff girl??? )<br /> These people call themselves ‘kollywood’ a sister concern of Hollywood I suppose coz they compare themselves with the English people by trying to create a dead ringer but fail to cut the mustard. And the worst thing is that most of the good English movies disallowed in our country and hence we are forced to watch our Tamil movies it appears to be a feeding frenzy doesn’t it??<br /> With the extinction of good filmmakers we the viewers<br /> of the Tamil movies are put to thorny situations..Watching the illogical content drains off the interest and stimulates annoyance ( the resultant being this post ) and all that we can do is wait and hope for the release of a good movie sometime someday somehow…<br /><br />And I dedicate this post especially that person whoz been asking me to spill some beans about the quality of the Tamil movies for quite sometime......Well finally i ended up doing it :) :)<br /> <br /> </span></strong>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-64546348821622694942009-06-13T12:09:00.000-07:002009-06-13T12:35:38.252-07:00Hmph...am bored !!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzK0kdUNZT9zg-3-x3YW0970tqbOH6bpecd9ClsZjpe5iWQrekFi9ahIi-wIF6d0aNv2fMzsSQ6W0V2wjaISLEHSQD9Rip72hgRpMEfmNaDJvuP87RogjryT7oq6vxkrOxV_s381vNkQ/s1600-h/boredom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346897315751718226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzK0kdUNZT9zg-3-x3YW0970tqbOH6bpecd9ClsZjpe5iWQrekFi9ahIi-wIF6d0aNv2fMzsSQ6W0V2wjaISLEHSQD9Rip72hgRpMEfmNaDJvuP87RogjryT7oq6vxkrOxV_s381vNkQ/s320/boredom.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>A: hey mate..</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>B: hey..ssup</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>A: nothing ...wwassup with ya</strong></span></div><div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>B: nothing either..am bored....</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>A: Bingo so am i...</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>seems familiar doesnt it??? this is the indication of holidays err boredom or<br />whatever ... </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>Ofcourse this is that part of the year i.e the summer holidays..which generally means .. the blue sky..chirpy birds..the air packed with the fragrance of the newly bloomed flowers ..children playing around ..people with enthusiasm and repletion...( OOPS!!!!.where are we??? in Enid Blyton's world ???) The modern definition of holidays is "BOREDOM" or somewhat similar to that...coz it is that time of the year when we wait to get out from being duty prone and then literally get influenced by this boredom virus..so then here it goes.. </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>Boredom is an emotional state of being dull and unenthusiastic..completely idle rather... these days the frequency of boredom has increased in an enormous level...the reason being is that the mind is completely unoccupied..the reason being that people are uninterested in the activities presented to them...It is the lack of interest..stimulation... </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>It can occur anywhere.... for instance</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>Scene1: It's a quite classroom..initially the lecture seems <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUtdKVFysUaYWDhM1ZtLSNIYQBRbL3PSWTAd9ATU25I1Ok4iwWAlMxENpOZLuV-K-z6kxtzmkpTQA49Gw7PsL2xjlx3z_5rqFwWuGOjOIAJyQkgkseK7jpSA9BzxNZSJ6wzpymjLuofw/s1600-h/bored.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346895658317966530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUUtdKVFysUaYWDhM1ZtLSNIYQBRbL3PSWTAd9ATU25I1Ok4iwWAlMxENpOZLuV-K-z6kxtzmkpTQA49Gw7PsL2xjlx3z_5rqFwWuGOjOIAJyQkgkseK7jpSA9BzxNZSJ6wzpymjLuofw/s320/bored.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>interesting..but then the<br />mind comes to this state where a </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>frustrating fight </strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>against the fatigue ocurs..the<br />professor lost you eons ago and the result is that u are "bored"..</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>Scene2: U and ur friend plan for this newly released movie and finally make it<br />after sequence of hinderances...the movie begins and after a while in a reflexive<br />manner u start texting a friend ur forgot to reply to..</strong></span><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>the result being "ur bored"..</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>Scene3: It's this part of the day ..the noon..when u get a call from this humdrum ..u jus pick the call and start yapping for an hour or two..something unusual of urself to do..the result being "ur bored"...</strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#003300;">This is the so called existential boredom that accompanies a profound dissatisfaction with life... it varies from one person to another....oh yes it is..coz it's nothing but emptiness filled with insistance.... </span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>But then the one good thing about boredom is that it is<br />easily curable.. It is ..when the atmosphere turns somewhat different than the<br />usual.... The mind more disposed to swaying gently from state to state<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZXMT95UsuYH6zO657lQIneLJ9OZ8B9qqJKETYiyHg9e5f6pkOYLWPtK4T1VInEnoRZVLQo7rvMgqVaTR36S0hJ8CUp1U0u1wqgAR30wR1lWjdzGrcl21sNOvwKOlDlGLAF3iZ3b15Lg/s1600-h/08escape_boredom2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346894282208825650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZXMT95UsuYH6zO657lQIneLJ9OZ8B9qqJKETYiyHg9e5f6pkOYLWPtK4T1VInEnoRZVLQo7rvMgqVaTR36S0hJ8CUp1U0u1wqgAR30wR1lWjdzGrcl21sNOvwKOlDlGLAF3iZ3b15Lg/s320/08escape_boredom2.jpg" border="0" /></a>...the mood<br />more subdued..and suddenly Vola!! the clock in ur mind starts ticking..the day<br />seems brighter..the mood upbeat..full of energy..welcome on board..ur actually<br />out of boredom...this is the one good thing about boredom..coz whatever we do<br />after the boredom spree brings in a welcome relief..even if it is a not so interesting<br />stuff...it's lik standing in the crowd and practicing martial arts with some frenzied moshing punk rather than standing close to the stage and listining to the music which isnt that estimable... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8i8FGrDa7KcVjHuICE2pWOpGU6OFxP0fG1j3y-3N13F6j6hjZe72kwj4wk-4V5YMiawAP9nKd2e-FLPc-ykduBYb06l3h7t_Fq6yaU6RSt6ZfIPYpKntULCivzRu3tMh73r6vyYCogo0/s1600-h/21-1895.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346895654377425794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8i8FGrDa7KcVjHuICE2pWOpGU6OFxP0fG1j3y-3N13F6j6hjZe72kwj4wk-4V5YMiawAP9nKd2e-FLPc-ykduBYb06l3h7t_Fq6yaU6RSt6ZfIPYpKntULCivzRu3tMh73r6vyYCogo0/s320/21-1895.JPG" border="0" /></a></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#003300;"><strong>So then i dedicate this blog for my mates who are currently involved in the combat with boredom and then manage to put off the malady with crow...</strong></span></div></div></div></div>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-26857622570469306202009-05-04T20:28:00.000-07:002009-05-04T20:39:00.223-07:00As I Walk Through Life ....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQN2RnRfLdJjLTYAxgiwPfxdvVcPO-wmkP0-bY09bPPA88eJHZW5X-tRaqfidQpyoxytUuFVSE4L7-QLj1hReNzc8BnydI3Uy8mtqdjVxR9z-7FIvpR2Qvh7e7bZVpQRTu__-gsjxPe7U/s1600-h/happy-friendship-day-wallpaper.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQN2RnRfLdJjLTYAxgiwPfxdvVcPO-wmkP0-bY09bPPA88eJHZW5X-tRaqfidQpyoxytUuFVSE4L7-QLj1hReNzc8BnydI3Uy8mtqdjVxR9z-7FIvpR2Qvh7e7bZVpQRTu__-gsjxPe7U/s320/happy-friendship-day-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332178235800913570" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#003300;">"A friend is a person who walks in when everybody else walks out" i jus came across this quote a few days back and i jus realised that it indeed is true and it jus took me few nanoseconds to decide the topic for my next post ..<br /> Aug 28th 2006..it was the D day coz my life was taking a new turn..the first day of college..hopes of doing something new was soaring up and so was the eagerness to meet new people and a week before the D day something really unexpected happend..i got introduced to this 'sweet lady' who was also supposed to be studying along with me in the same college (thanx to the person who made this happen)...so after quite some time i got a chance to chat with her...it lasted jus for an hour or so..but then at the end of the course i realised that it wasnt going to be a normal relationship and i was ryte...<br /> So there we wer in the college on the first day and i had jus met the sweet lady(after being ridiculed for not keeping up my word ..lol )..and we wer seated along with all the other first years' lik us..and at that instant i got introduced to 'miss candyfloss' ..oh yea this naive simple creature with wide friendly eyes was one of the best examples of appreances are deceptive(well :P ) curious as always..i can still remember all of that conversation with her..thus began the bond..the journey...jus lik that of the three musketeers...<br /> Time flew and so did the days ..it was this november morning and one of our usual boring lectures wer interrupted ..the reason being was the arrival of this 'tornado' ...she was as quick and vibrant as she appeared and in no time i found myself attracted to that naughty brat...and in came the fourth musketeer [;)] <br /> Well the three people i mentioned above are the perfect</span></strong><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMIgL0s3yaqmFBmhPKOdBo2pMyNj1LE9w-JO73zEkOCNHXoWPP0XTWdCCbzH8G1kSIiVhASeYikhAlve2f2RyksIAKE5l4hzBcHMJuFhd0qhVeFoDUw0DPXlYNvORBPsEkAYIAiVCGlg/s320/edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332178229770681874" /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"> examples for the quote i had specified in the beginning...they are none but my "FRIENDS"..awestuck by destiny's play i still wonder why and how i got such marvellous friends coz it took us an year to realise that we wer put together to be together and by the time we did the beautiful story had begun.....<br /> I would call ourselves the four muskeeters ( there wer 4 muskeeters in the book by Alexandre Dumas )and as for the thing "all for one, one for all" well it really is apt for us ...be it having fun or creating trouble..the four of us involve ourselves completely into it ... "FUN" is the word when they are around...i really learnt a lot from them and i cherish each n every moment spent with them....<br /> I still remember all those fun n frolic we had..mischiefs done together..naming people..getting together ..freaking out...the movie shows..eating out..the b'day treats'..and not to mention all those group studies'...ohmy!! those wer "merriment" unlimited... <br /> As the sweet lady always says " god never puts us in a situation which we cannot handle" ..we are never put in a tough situation..well atleast not alone..that's why we have friends...they are our saviors...<br /></span></strong><p><strong><span style="color:#003300;"> </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#003300;"> </span></strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span><strong><span style="color:#003300;">And so i dedicate this post of mine to "the muskeeters" (the four of us ofcourse)..it might seem to be a very private one..specific rather..but then my blog would be incomplete if i dont write a post for them..so girls..here it goes</span></strong><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcmyy4aNKYWh9hS7Niq_ZhOoYMWJnM0AQy2lBRve0GtTg5FJ4U4_vUt8Xc234kBSLXYgJgEr2yTp6QW0XxahEXEQiBPC3hB7cdb5I7kk8z-M3Qz96236UVc5zJt_tcJTu1yZzmtqghyAI/s320/friendship_day_graphics_06.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332178229607434274" /><strong><span style="color:#003300;"> .."LOVE</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#003300;"> YA PPL LOADS"</span></strong><strong><span style="color:#003300;">..</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#003300;"></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#003300;">and for the rest of them..i hope this post of mine would remind u of friends who make every walk of ur life special... </span></strong><br /></p>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-50768162246842247582009-04-15T06:08:00.001-07:002009-04-16T09:35:30.886-07:00Jingle all the way ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtwknkq0rF1VdrZ_hagLwZcZBtT0alnOtsT3kBf1bsyzAq0HFpC0X_WOi5I8KReBd3p7ONkbaedv8lS6YUXGRLK1YaHcsfI4sT2quqMg3WzHFoNrpFqOR3LC9FrQv5IXcdUZzMekYA1A/s1600-h/smiley08.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtwknkq0rF1VdrZ_hagLwZcZBtT0alnOtsT3kBf1bsyzAq0HFpC0X_WOi5I8KReBd3p7ONkbaedv8lS6YUXGRLK1YaHcsfI4sT2quqMg3WzHFoNrpFqOR3LC9FrQv5IXcdUZzMekYA1A/s320/smiley08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324905158362033186" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">The other day i had a chat with a pal of mine..it was a long one..something which took place after nearly five years and it was a very lively one..i kept wondering about the intimacy which we had even after such a long gap..at the end of the chat my friend jus gave me one of her beautiful smiles' and said "honey u made my day"..and i was flabbergasted...more than the words said by my friend it was her smile which gave me the fulfilment of having conversed with her..it gave me the contentment to have made her smile...<br /></span></strong><p><strong><span style="color:#006600;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#006600;">( Deja vu anybody??? ) And that day was a memorable one...not because of the randevouz but i was pleased with the fact that i did make someone smile...i was at bliss...and then slowly i got infected by this disease(smile is infectious u see)..a person can catch it like flu..someone smiles at u and vola!! you start smiling too...<br /></span></strong></p><strong><span style="color:#006600;"> But then these days very few people are found to be smiling..the reason being the lack of importance..people take things for granted (that person didn smile at me then why should i???)...grimness creeps in and slowly the smile is overtaken by the 'frown'...Some people are too tired to give you a smile..and some people are so much occepied with their own stuff that they forget to smile and boy o boy things get really cranky...</span></strong><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-b50QBEHrLUNlV2iytUdczWCH2tt5hjAWjlJGnzhY5Ewms56wfRDo4fd1jDXS1INHlaqXuGNseZKbeTKVzZWv8xstGO92M0smP5MnhQt0XjM4xlAzTh-hhzZPPtW2rWFX_zIhJftBJNs/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324905154022771186" /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></strong><p><strong><span style="color:#006600;"> </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#006600;"> In comes the rescuer..it can be anybody..a friend..fellow classmate..siblings...and at times a stranger...yes..sometimes a smile from a stranger gives us the comfort missed( it really is true).. It takes only a moment to smile but the memory of it sometimes lasts forever.. nowonder smiling often leads to longlasting relationships...it gives an immense pleasure to see a loved one smiling at us..It is worth a Thousand words....something which cannot be explained..</span></strong><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/AVvXsEg_4LZd7Zr21QZ67GsULR3Sa7jTYf6qCjGeOPgGPWYEz1_wXMhkbcdfbcfq6CTzOddlUh3-vppLUu3vDBa8tTgefyRlunSwgB0Qh0anUThFtWTcPvDjj8Sefm51vlvHxDPh0a14cRGXhMY/s320/smile-famous-quotes-sayings.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324905149417223602" /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></strong></p><strong><span style="color:#006600;"> Life has its saddest and hardest moments. Sometimes what makes them so sad and so hard is because we dont smile when it happens...people bring zombies' into existance...sometimes i feel asthough interacting with inferies' ( ofcourse those creatures from harry potter ;) )...it's heart throbbing to see such instances ... </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span></strong><p><strong><span style="color:#006600;"> Speculations began after that wonderful moment with my friend...i really felt very better after that instant and then i realised that the smallest act of smiling has the potential to turn a life around.. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong></p><p><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtQItc3pYS0ngidaJmR3bKN2EcfKsEOro1oVJV9OGGLzIaXY0vqjki01R3z8JcMk62lzflSDy1U3dcpnamgRIFIdocOmMmhbYy4MRh6JxBvu-zY4nokQRt5b9oXI3fQMGSGHOlSNP-4aI/s320/smile-bear-happy.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324905149272982370" /></p><p><strong><span style="color:#006600;"> </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#006600;">I </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#006600;">dedicate this particular post to all the people who had taken pains in making me smiling...people who taught me the importance of making others smile..people who have made a difference in my life by this small gesture..Smile indeed is the curve that sets everything straignt [ :) ] so lets goahead and fill this world with our captivating smile...</span></strong><br /></p>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1855816140761876258.post-12740427598053117502009-02-04T10:15:00.000-08:002009-02-04T10:25:19.924-08:00Best days of my life...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhtkNQzrqsLjEvzgOAWH7vDUhrvPY5TkldIPQSevXXEUaNSDe2Ausv87NwuPycGgINb33Enb6SczyZrZ1uWzK1yaRVk1meWsvrNfms42ysWEJLUx0Pmp74NToNfvoCiFD2ymBM4nXfiA/s1600-h/basketball+gym+in+sun.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhtkNQzrqsLjEvzgOAWH7vDUhrvPY5TkldIPQSevXXEUaNSDe2Ausv87NwuPycGgINb33Enb6SczyZrZ1uWzK1yaRVk1meWsvrNfms42ysWEJLUx0Pmp74NToNfvoCiFD2ymBM4nXfiA/s320/basketball+gym+in+sun.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299009269408044658" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">It was 3.45pm the sun was scorching high with the <br />mercury in the barometer elevating ..oodles of excitement <br />was found everywhere..the atmosphere was tense and <br />finally when the ball reached the hoop the whistle was <br />blown...ohmy!!!!it was time-out.. "that was tough luck mate"</span></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">this was the thing my instructor told me when water <br />filled up my eyes...i can still remember it..feels as though </span></strong></span><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMurnO5ZQ3FjV9SkK1vXfXzBT1HCEtKNKv-nZuFl_x00zN594450DujDdrxQz9zCRI6UPNuCd32SRm6_vRgzzVta_s6gK2WUGuJiPTCVixzNBMjv_jPs938pvcU4xKL_9tZtLWYLsBgR0/s320/HH0025~Basketball-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299009266765218610" /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />it had happened yesterday..although we lost the game it <br />was the most memorable day of my life..coz it was the day <br />i realised the value of '2-mins' and also the existance of the <br />term 'luck' which plays a part in everyone's life at one <br />point or the other...<br /> "BASKETBALL"..the only word which <br />increases the excitement quotient in me any time any <br />place...I was in std 6 and that was the last game i played <br />in my life..coz i didn get a chance to play after that due to <br />the transition which had happened to me...<br />I shifted to another school with the hopes <br />of joining a new basketball team..as time grew older little <br />did i realise that i made a grave mistake by having false <br />hopes about this new school..i was astonished when i <br />came to know it didn have a basketball team for the girls <br />and i was shaken badly when the girl next to me didn<br />know the existance of the game i loved....it was too hard <br />for an eleven year old to digest...<br /> BASKETBALL was one of my <br />passions..as a matter of fact it still is.. i came to know <br />about this game in the mid-way of my 5th std..the basket <br />ball instructor was selecting girls for the juniors' <br />team..initially i wasnt that much interested but the team was <br />one girl short and so i was ordered to join the team...i was <br />very much reluctant to join the team as i wasnt attracted to <br />the game but then it was destiny's work and i was helpless... <br /> A month passed by and all that we had to do <br />was practise tripling the ball..running races'...reciting the <br />rules..in the name of practise -session...it turned out from <br />less-interested to frustration..being one among the <br />naughtiest in the class..i brainwashed my friend and we <br />decided to drop-out of the team..we got a chance to have <br />a word with the instructor and after listning to us he jus <br />gave a curt nod and asked us to attent that day's practise <br />session..with half mind we accepted..<br /> That was the preliminary game session..we <br />wer splitted into two teams each comprising of five ppl.. <br />the game started with the advancement of the ball by <br />bouncing it or passing it between teammates..five passes <br />wer to be made and the person at the 5th pass had to <br />shoot...thinking this to be the last game i decided not to <br />involve myself into it..then came the upturn...suddenly <br />someone yelled the name and i was the person to whom <br />the 5th pass was made..i was shocked as i found girls <br />barging from all the sides..<br /> My instructor shouting at the top of his <br />voice askd me try the triple shot or the three-point field <br />goal( it is the three points awarded if the jump shot is <br />beyond the arch and one point for a free throw)as i was <br />least bothered about my team and hence i gave it a shot..to <br />my astonishment the ball went through the hoop and that <br />was the beginning..i ended up scoring 5 shots and started <br />loving the game..<br /> Although my participation in the game was <br />put to an end...my love for it is immortal..getting back to it <br />is one of the few things i crave for..Life is what happens to <br />us while we busily make other plans...and Luck??I don't <br />know anything about it and i dont want to know either coz <br />I've never banked on it and I'm afraid of people who do...<br /> I dedicate this post to my instructor..the <br />person who had helped me in developing interest for this <br />game and taught me to utilise my complete potential..he's <br />one of the very few ppl who have made a change in my life <br />and wherever i go he will be remembered and my respect <br />for him will never end jus like my love for the game... <br /><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> </span></strong></span><br /><br /></div>deepikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18332341161360029594noreply@blogger.com17