<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576</id><updated>2012-02-01T22:39:15.121+05:30</updated><category term='Unusual Incidents'/><category term='Aastha Hall'/><category term='Humanity'/><category term='Enjoyment'/><category term='Reality'/><category term='Self Realization'/><category term='taste'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='The Alchemist'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Spiritual'/><category term='Agra'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Expectations'/><category term='MBA'/><category term='Rappelling'/><category term='Adventure'/><category term='Ultimate Goal'/><category term='Creativity'/><category term='2012'/><category term='Achievement'/><category term='Cognition'/><category term='Successful People'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='Resolution'/><category term='soul'/><category term='Time pass'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Sometimes'/><category term='Funny incidents'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Traveling'/><category term='Fiction'/><category term='Wait'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Independence'/><category term='By chance'/><category term='A Salute to martyrs'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Contemplation'/><category term='Desire'/><category term='Pinnacle'/><category term='NITIE'/><category term='Introspection'/><category term='Balances of Life'/><category term='Self Awareness'/><category term='Edifying'/><category term='Rafting'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Shaheed Bhagat Singh'/><category term='Bachelors'/><category term='Day Dreaming'/><category term='My Thoughts'/><category term='Relations'/><category term='People'/><category term='Life'/><category term='disaster'/><category term='Failure'/><category term='Learning'/><category term='CWG Delhi'/><category term='Thinking'/><category term='Taj Mahal'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Success'/><category term='Consistency'/><category term='Journey'/><category term='Moments'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Self enhancement'/><category term='Information'/><category term='Surprise'/><category term='Analysis'/><category term='Mathura'/><title type='text'>Dream Chaser</title><subtitle type='html'>Bite off more than u can chew, then chew it. Plan more than u can do, then do it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-7394612708550198942</id><published>2012-01-29T01:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-29T01:55:17.318+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Descendant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HO1UVo04SNc/TyRXdL2mQTI/AAAAAAAAANs/kgUdubMtPms/s1600/Guy-at-night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HO1UVo04SNc/TyRXdL2mQTI/AAAAAAAAANs/kgUdubMtPms/s200/Guy-at-night.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The air was pleasant, relatively chilled and a unique kind of cup I was carrying, sipping slowly...hoping it to last a little longer. A strong light was flashing in the tree; signifying the presence of construction activity in the vicinity. Destination was still little far from direct sight.&lt;br /&gt;Walking in the middle of night (of course with my cup) was quite a regular happening in my life in the recent time. I have always more liking for the nights because they carry a kind of stillness which a day can never carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard many a times: people talk with stars to run away from the loneliness of life. And for that matter everyone is lonely at their inner soul. Some talk with the nature through an unknown language and filled that gap in their lives which encourage them to pursue living. I was no different. Every time, it charges me for the next challenge of my life as it was a guide in difficult times. Today was just a casual meeting with it and it responded well. It asked me to go hard at life as its the only thing I can do. I took that cue and descended over the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I reached my room, that was at the top floor of the farthest hostel block from any corner/point of the institute. And my cup of tea got empty as it didn't last longer enough. Thats how the life is at IIM I......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-7394612708550198942?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7394612708550198942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=7394612708550198942&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7394612708550198942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7394612708550198942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2012/01/descendant.html' title='Descendant'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HO1UVo04SNc/TyRXdL2mQTI/AAAAAAAAANs/kgUdubMtPms/s72-c/Guy-at-night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-874074570864543688</id><published>2011-10-30T04:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-30T04:32:24.981+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I simply don't know....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fse0S1exNYc/TqyFw_m9MxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/O6Z3J3opn2s/s1600/11361919900h4Va0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fse0S1exNYc/TqyFw_m9MxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/O6Z3J3opn2s/s320/11361919900h4Va0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You complained today&lt;div&gt;And blamed me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the course of life since then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was near about forgetting you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took enough pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gathered my self somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all my life had witnessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of changes since then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are saying today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have confessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That I loved you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I should have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I simply didn't know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You call me naive or stupid or whatever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't mind because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes its since then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They banked a lot upon me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't divert myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the path that life dictated to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am cursed of being over-focused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't allow me to feel &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still I loved you since then....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I was at guilty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I could have molded things in different shapes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I could have done hundred things right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more than all that, I was at guilty of not sharing all this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With you my love, with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have learned living by this guilt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you too learned living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I won't be able to stop loving you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have no idea till when....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-874074570864543688?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/874074570864543688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=874074570864543688&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/874074570864543688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/874074570864543688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-simply-dont-know.html' title='I simply don&apos;t know....'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fse0S1exNYc/TqyFw_m9MxI/AAAAAAAAAMA/O6Z3J3opn2s/s72-c/11361919900h4Va0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-9199946626324691186</id><published>2011-10-17T02:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-17T02:47:26.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Near-Perfect Sunday at IIM I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;At IIM Indore, we generally sleep only after welcoming the next day i.e. post 12 in the night. The day Oct 16, 2011 started just like this which happened to be a memorable Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10:00 PM - 01:00 AM &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Just like a usual evening, I spent my evening playing badminton. But that day, I was playing baddy (Badminton is popularly known as Baddy at IIM I) after having dinner which is not recommended and we all know its dire consequences, as I remembered from the subject &lt;i&gt;Physical Education&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;studied far back in class VIII probably.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;IIM I has some really well maintained badminton courts and guys really make use of the globe subjects in formulating strategies to get their turn to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;01:00 AM - 03:00 AM &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;The thing that I liked the most being at IIM-I is u never know when u ll need to jump from one activity to another and keep doing that on consistent basis. The time was to make assignment for MAC-I and seriously Jubin and I were keep wondering where to start from. After struggling with the data online, we formulated a kind of plan to do the assignment which is still a plan as I am writing this post. Whatever the case may be, I would call that period dedicated to study, as I can't think of anything else for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;03:00 AM - 04:00 AM &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This was the time dedicated purely towards sleep building exercise. I laid on my bed holding the hand out of &lt;i&gt;Strategy Management &lt;/i&gt;trying to study the long article on something called as &lt;i&gt;Scenario Analysis.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;One thing I loved about reading such globe artcles is u never know when ur eyes get heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;04:00 AM - 12:00 PM &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Deep sleep.......wow I loved that part. After so many days, I happened to get a sleep of 8 precious hrs. (Although I was supposed to be in the Auditorium by 10:00 AM as I spread the event like fire among PGP participants)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;02:00 PM - 06:00 PM &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Something keeps on happening on campus every then and now but this was special. Mini Festival of Indian Panorama&amp;nbsp;was being hosted by IIM I and a number of award winning movies were being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;screened. I also went to witness the event and only after 15 min of my entry (which included pulling legs of friends n all as its our usual time pass), I got a chance to be a part of the crowd welcoming Farooq Sheikh and some other eminent personalities of film circle. He is really a great person apart from being an awesome actor. Then, I watched the movie &lt;/span&gt;Lahore&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;as it was being screened as part of the festival. A nice movie, I must say.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;After the movie, I listened to some wise words from Mr. Sheikh on prevailing film environment and some other aspects of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;06:00 PM - 07:30 PM &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;There was another surprise outside....it was raining almost after 20 days of dryness in the sky....Beautiful sight around....If one wants to visit the campus, rainy season is the time for that. Running towards the mess in the rain reminded me the childhood days. After having tea and pakoras at mess,&amp;nbsp;I tried my hand at Table Tennis for the first time at the institute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;07:30 PM - 09:30 PM &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Study time........really studied something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;10:00 PM - 12:30 PM &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Played baddy again after my friend arranged for the rackets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;12:30 PM - 01:30 PM &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;As part of daily routine, exercised the delicious food of night mess. This is the best part of daily routine. The day &lt;i&gt;night mess&lt;/i&gt; is closed due to some peat control n all, it creates a void in the life of that day...tats the degree of importance of the night mess at IIM I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;01:30 PM - 02:15 PM &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Again tried to study &lt;/span&gt;Strategy Management &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;as a quiz is being expected in today's class....But there is a limit to everything so limit crossed over in 45 min....:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;02:15 PM - The time I post &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I started writing about this near-perfect Sunday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;P.S. The purpose of the post is just to capture this Sunday's activities that was near-perfect for many....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-9199946626324691186?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/9199946626324691186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=9199946626324691186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/9199946626324691186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/9199946626324691186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2011/10/near-perfect-sunday-at-iim-i.html' title='A Near-Perfect Sunday at IIM I'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-2391313578858626586</id><published>2011-08-31T03:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-04T03:41:03.865+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Where's the answer????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlLyFSro15k/Tl1i6IHw-_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/TvAnsHkYQU4/s1600/sad_man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlLyFSro15k/Tl1i6IHw-_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/TvAnsHkYQU4/s200/sad_man.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was never easy to forget it. I thought otherwise and kept running away from the same. I am trying to do it for last several years now. As an old adage goes "Forgive but don't forget". I have forgiven myself but could never forget actually. From time to time, one or the other event reminded me of the same thing. I always tried to avoid such events but couldn't sustain on it for long. Periodically, I happen to come across such situations that take me deep into the shelves of .........???? What should I call it??? sadness seems the right word for the day.... a past that I never want to have access....... past that I want to forget......... past that I never want to cherish anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Another adage reverberates in my head "You can never run away from your past". I probably start believing it to the extremity. People have pasts and they seemed to get away with them by taking help from their present but I doubt its validity. Somewhere, some things always stick and keep irritating you for your whole life. However, it is not necessary the incidents are to be bad. Most of the times,&amp;nbsp;people want to forget about the most lovable incidents or time periods due to their painful&amp;nbsp;repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;Life was never so fast. I have been in similar situations earlier too. Life at IIM really tests you. It is not about the hard work thats expected from you, rather its about the kind of environment you have to immerse in. A complete drench of your emotions is expected but I don't want to generalize it. At every next step, you are being directed to be practical and practicality here means materialistic. Anyhow, practical world is&amp;nbsp;materialistic&amp;nbsp;or isn't it?? Some may differ or most of you may differ...It hardly matters actually. What looks right from your eyes is ought to be perfect for you.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is its leading you nowhere near to your destination. I bet most of us will enter the world market of managers and still be looking for something different...something better......something new. But where this NEW lies?? Where should I search for it?? The answer is nowhere but inside you. Its only you who can change your own life in split of a second. No HUL, no BCG can do that.&lt;br /&gt;The need is to ask questions to yourself, rather than to Professors just to mark CP (Class Participation). &lt;br /&gt;The answer lies within you........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-2391313578858626586?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2391313578858626586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=2391313578858626586&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2391313578858626586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2391313578858626586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2011/08/wheres-answer.html' title='Where&apos;s the answer????'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlLyFSro15k/Tl1i6IHw-_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/TvAnsHkYQU4/s72-c/sad_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-2749911143030447283</id><published>2011-07-29T02:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-29T10:23:24.080+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Life has many shades. I thought I have figured out each and everyone. Once again life has outclassed me in every possible term. &lt;b&gt;Expectations&lt;/b&gt;:- a very&amp;nbsp;daisy&amp;nbsp;word. It can lead you to the top of the world and it has an equal potential to dig you deep in an abyss. Is it really recommended to have expectations from someone, rather I should say from life.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. Sometimes these expectations have ditched me but I don't know from where I recollect the courage to again expect, and that too expect heavier. The situation is not much different from that of a tree.&lt;br /&gt;A tree stands tall on the ground with his long feet deep in the soil and expects a weather to suit his meditated pose. But time and again his expectations shatter and shatter in pieces when he sees his limbs scrambling on the ground. A storm comes from no where; pulls his limbs from the body and try to throw them at the farthest possible place. The worst possible time for the tree seems to be never ending kind of.&lt;br /&gt;As people say life never stops, life of tree is no different. He tries to reassemble himself out of the unfortunate event. He thinks of having no expectations from now onwards but just at that point of time, sun shines parting away the&amp;nbsp;dark clouds. His eyes lighten up and he's compelled to expect again the good life for himself and his limbs.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it would last for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so but in my own case I tend to forget this hard truth.&lt;br /&gt;I am aware of the fact but not ready to accept it. May be someday I would realize and stop expecting &amp;amp; anticipating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-2749911143030447283?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2749911143030447283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=2749911143030447283&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2749911143030447283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2749911143030447283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2011/07/expectations.html' title='Expectations'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-2701923832522818505</id><published>2011-07-27T20:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-27T20:24:57.046+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Organizational Behavior</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBhH8W71QyU/Ti--glXNIxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oUnXMLEJ-tU/s1600/Organizational-Behavior-DSST.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBhH8W71QyU/Ti--glXNIxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oUnXMLEJ-tU/s320/Organizational-Behavior-DSST.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As the faculty asked "Who has the negative attitude towards HR people? Who feels HR people literally do nothing?", my hand was waving high in the air. I strongly believe that HR practices and HR subjects are a cup of tea of almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;What makes it &lt;i&gt;difficult to understand &lt;/i&gt;this&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;kind of subject? When I think on the same line, I found nothing can stop you from indulging in the conversation in an &lt;i&gt;Organizational Behavior&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &lt;i&gt;Business Communication &lt;/i&gt;class. The subjects are so close to our self that one doesn't need to behave according to a set of rules as in other classes. Like an accountant in &lt;i&gt;Managerial Accounting&lt;/i&gt; class, like an operational engineer in &lt;i&gt;Operations Management&lt;/i&gt; class; but in Organizational Behavior class, one just need to be in his own self. I love this side of HR management as they truly align their practices with natural processes; study of natural beings i.e. human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a very interesting point of view towards trivial behaviors of people. As someone has said "Behavior affects Attitude", I am sure many of you (like me) have not figured out what exactly this behavior and attitude actually means? Ok, leave apart you and me, we are common beings. Some of the greatest human thinkers are still fighting over the right definitions of these heavenly stretched terminologies. Moreover, it is often said "Look, I am not making a general statement. It may vary from person to person". Oh, come on, if the theory is not that definite then why the hell you are making a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time in the class, it reminds me of "Taare Zameen Par". Aamir Khan went all out to convey "Everyone is unique". But these HR people are not ready to listen to all this bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;In the nutshell, everyone is capable enough of sustaining in the society thats developed by people like him only. Practically, these practices in an organization hardly make an impact as I have experienced till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future is a very interesting concept. One can anticipate anything of his choice and believe, I am just going to say that future has ample opportunities in store (&lt;i&gt;again anticipatory note&lt;/i&gt;). A new ray of light is always passing over our head, the need is just to realize its presence. May be one day I would realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-2701923832522818505?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2701923832522818505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=2701923832522818505&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2701923832522818505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2701923832522818505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2011/07/organizational-behavior.html' title='Organizational Behavior'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBhH8W71QyU/Ti--glXNIxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/oUnXMLEJ-tU/s72-c/Organizational-Behavior-DSST.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-3474845784842616777</id><published>2011-06-01T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-01T00:00:06.392+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Work or Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone."&lt;br /&gt;This was the message given by Adrian Tan to the fresh graduates at NTU convocation ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;The link &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/notes/red-lebrun/dont-work-avoid-telling-the-truth-be-hated-love-someone/435703785332"&gt;https://www.facebook.com/notes/red-lebrun/dont-work-avoid-telling-the-truth-be-hated-love-someone/435703785332&lt;/a&gt; was shared by many of my friends on facebook, second home to many. I was hiding from it as the article seemed quite lengthy at the first look but then today, finally I decided to read it. Here's what my perception forced me to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Tan talked quite philosophically about how to live, what to expect or rather I should say nothing to expect. I do agree with him on several his sayings but first and last of his quadrupled suggestions seemed contradictory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Tan's perspective:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable. There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet  people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a  living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their  fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless  and, at worst, harmful.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree with whatever he said. Ideally, we should work only what we love. But practically, it may not be possible for everyone. So one may seek for the better alternatives in case his position in life allows him for the same.&lt;br /&gt;But what he talks next compelled me to disagree with his point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mr. Tan's perspective2: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one  changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone. Love requires complete acceptance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one person is in love with the someone and honestly, he would like to see her (I hope Mr. Tan talks about this love only) happy in all conditions. He would starve to make her comfortable for whatever it takes out of him. Consequently, he will work to earn (In case they are married), work harder to earn even more to serve his family in a better way. In this case, his love is unconditional. He doesn't care about his priorities and align his with those of his family's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read his full speech, I thought he tried too hard to make his head to his toes which is very difficult, nearly impossible. One has to choose one of them in most of the cases. One may follow his sayings in rare of the rarest cases only if the divine showers His blessings on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; No offenses meant to Adrian Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-3474845784842616777?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/3474845784842616777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=3474845784842616777&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/3474845784842616777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/3474845784842616777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2011/06/work-or-love.html' title='Work or Love'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-1774452873123449784</id><published>2011-05-14T00:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-14T00:51:03.197+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>I am amused...I am confused!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6MBHDKVjOc/Tc2DkkTk-nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ONXG-5PiJWE/s1600/lonely.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6MBHDKVjOc/Tc2DkkTk-nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ONXG-5PiJWE/s320/lonely.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was flying high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was no one with whom I can ply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I was on the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were a plenty of entities to bound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"&gt;I am amused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"&gt;I am confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I walk with your hands in mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything looks lively as I had had divine wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I walk alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything feels like a dead zone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"&gt;I am amused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"&gt;I am confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I encounter failures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every step in life seems as heavy as &lt;i&gt;Daimlers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When I taste success&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wonder I am enjoying its excess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"&gt;I am amused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"&gt;I am confused.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"&gt;I am amused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: left;"&gt;I am confused.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-1774452873123449784?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/1774452873123449784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=1774452873123449784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/1774452873123449784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/1774452873123449784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-amusedi-am-confused.html' title='I am amused...I am confused!!!'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C6MBHDKVjOc/Tc2DkkTk-nI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ONXG-5PiJWE/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-8796188213561523411</id><published>2011-04-18T23:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:50:36.192+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NITIE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MBA'/><title type='text'>The game has just begun!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tak5RtMwmCk/TayAk4xan5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rs7EFnka6ww/s1600/Life-Graphic-Quotes-Wallpapers-111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tak5RtMwmCk/TayAk4xan5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rs7EFnka6ww/s320/Life-Graphic-Quotes-Wallpapers-111.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sir, I want to tell you something', I told my immediate boss after 15 days of conscientious brainy struggles.&lt;br /&gt;'Is it something alarming', He asked mockingly.&lt;br /&gt;'Yes sir, I think it is. I have got admission in MBA at NITIE, Mumbai so I will be resigning soon'.&lt;br /&gt;He was quick to respond and showered his smile all around but couldn't last long as he had realized the gravity of my decision. He just offered me some suggestions and started asking some &lt;i&gt;faltu&lt;/i&gt;(unimportant) questions: 'Whom will Panda sir delegate his work now', 'Who will be the next fire-man' (&lt;i&gt;I was looking after Fire Detection Package for power plants and thats what they used to call me "Fire-Man"&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was similar to the tasks of a game show. As you proceed ahead in the game, the tasks would get tougher and tougher. The next task was to give the same good news to my reporting officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good morning Sir'&lt;br /&gt;'Han bai, bolo Baljinder (Yes dude, wats the matter)', He asks with his pet dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;I spoke in a diplomatic tone, 'Sir, I secured admission in NITIE for MBA. I am thinking of joining the same but at the same time I don't want to resign from NTPC. I am trying for sabbatical leave option but I am not fulfilling the criteria of required duration to be completed in NTPC to get eligible for sabbatical leave. What should I do? Whom should I approach for that?'&lt;br /&gt;I looked in his face for a response. He looked pretty relaxed but his non-responsive act made me understand about his mental state for those moments.&lt;br /&gt;Then finally he spoke 'Who is the approving authority for sabbatical leave'.&lt;br /&gt;'Sir, its ED-HR'&lt;br /&gt;'Talk to him'&lt;br /&gt;A long pause..........&lt;br /&gt;'Good, congrats'&lt;br /&gt;'Thanks Sir'&lt;br /&gt;I left.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the tougher task was over but not the game. One more task to be completed to win the game and that was our HOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good morning Mam'&lt;br /&gt;'Good morning'&lt;br /&gt;'Mam, actually, I wanted to tell you something'. I gathered my breath and said, 'I got admission in NITIE for MBA and I am planning to join the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So you would be resigning', She retorted by leaving me blank as my essay was cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No Mam'&lt;br /&gt;'I mean yes mam'&lt;br /&gt;'I mean I am trying for the sabbatical leave'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Are, tum NITIE se kahan vapis aaoge NTPC mein &lt;i&gt;(Hey, I know you won't come back to NTPC after completing your MBA at NITIE)&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went on for 10-15 minutes as it was another interview for entering in a B school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the game was over. Is it??&lt;br /&gt;Guys, the game has just begun!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-8796188213561523411?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/8796188213561523411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=8796188213561523411&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/8796188213561523411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/8796188213561523411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2011/04/game-has-just-begun.html' title='The game has just begun!!'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tak5RtMwmCk/TayAk4xan5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rs7EFnka6ww/s72-c/Life-Graphic-Quotes-Wallpapers-111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-200662427493419807</id><published>2011-03-03T22:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-03T22:39:50.785+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creativity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Consistency'/><title type='text'>Is Creativity the last resort of Consistency?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Human psychology always try to inhibit itself in a comfortable position. Apart from this very tendency of humans, everything in this world changes with time. Even we can't replicate the coordinates of our present position at the any next point of time. That gives a clear picture that change is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaders of Tunisia and Egypt thought the same way that they are here to stay for all their lives. They were very consistent over time to rule their countries. But as time changed, world became more connected by media revolution and people of these countries realized that they are being sidelined from the benefits of globalization and technological advancements. First one to revolt were people of Tunisia. Although one won't say it pure creativity to protest against increasing unemployment, rising prices etc. but they are creative enough to use this idea and get freedom and democracy in place for themselves and their countrymen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If leaders like Hosani Mubarak would have been creative enough to address the problems of their people, they were here to stay without any piece of doubt. If Newton would haven't been creative enough to observe the force of earth, we would haven't heard about Gravitational force and the media revolution that we are exploiting today would haven't been in the picture anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being consistent is not enough. Rather one should be consistently creative to work for the betterment of humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-200662427493419807?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/200662427493419807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=200662427493419807&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/200662427493419807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/200662427493419807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-creativity-last-resort-of.html' title='Is Creativity the last resort of Consistency?'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-9103788285747715046</id><published>2010-12-13T23:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-13T23:13:11.755+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bachelors'/><title type='text'>Sir, please bear with us</title><content type='html'>I always wonder whether people pretend to be unaware of the reality or they are so. As usual, my work portfolio was specifying pending documents to be reviewed from almost each running project. Let me tell you there are 13 power projects under green field. Apart from that, a hell lot of inputs were pending, all demanding my attention, for submission to the vendor for procurement of necessary equipments/control system and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I was self mesmerized trying to perforate this thick blanket of work load. Suddenly I got a call from my boss (as always with his perfect timing) and just pay attention what he say:-&lt;br /&gt;"Baljinder, the inputs for Bongaigaon project are long pending, you got to submit that by 3-4 days".&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, its too less time to furnish the inputs. I need more time".&lt;br /&gt;"See Baljinder, you are a bachelor and you can give extra time to the company. We have our families, a lot of family works/issues so stretch a little bit and complete the job".&lt;br /&gt;He hung up phone.&lt;br /&gt;I am still not being able to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;Whether Bachelors have no life???&lt;br /&gt;Whether only married people have family issues???&lt;br /&gt;What is our crime, just because we are bachelors. Come on Sir, we have some other commitments and mind you those are way heavier than your spouse's demands. We ought to manage all by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Handling several was always more difficult than handling one.....:)&lt;br /&gt;Please bear with us and let us live our golden period......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-9103788285747715046?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/9103788285747715046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=9103788285747715046&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/9103788285747715046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/9103788285747715046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/12/sir-please-bear-with-us.html' title='Sir, please bear with us'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-6100535512806825553</id><published>2010-10-19T00:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-19T00:44:42.512+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CWG Delhi'/><title type='text'>An evening at Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TLyaqNmuyfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EyKSoD970L4/s1600/commonwealth-games11_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TLyaqNmuyfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EyKSoD970L4/s200/commonwealth-games11_0.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The violet surroundings were avowing peculiar sight. The lighting at the stadium was simply extraordinary, kind of I have seen in animations only. The stadium was encircled by around 18 gates and each one was offering a totally different view of the stadium. The spectators were roaring with each step of the athletes that they take while running. And why not? This was the very first moment being captured in the history for India hosting one of the biggest &amp;amp; prestigious game events "19th Commonwealth Games" at the heart of India, Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;This was the 12th day of the 14 days of continuous action in the name of CWG. India was doing exceptionally well, bagging 36 Gold medals, vacillating between 2nd &amp;amp; 3rd positions. I think India's performance was directly proportional to home advantage. The crowd supported India in each and every game and that resulted a lot of fruits for India in form of medals whose tally went above 100 by the 14th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still looking at the aura of CWG. Delhi was looking cleaner, no rush hours, no jams at the roads as such, it was nearly perfect for the capital. People's ingress was on the high. Most of them were in normal outfits as in full mood of enjoyment, tickets flourishing in their hands. Today, why this small piece of paper is being noticed? This was the token for entering in a world beyond imagination. Spectators roaring was catching even higher pitch and our restlessness was also trying to catch up with them. I won't hesitate in equalizing my situation with the one little boy looking at the mouthwatering preparation of hot sweets at a sweets shop, carrying enough money to have a taste of it but the sweets being prepared was on an order and not for retail sale. &lt;br /&gt;Standing helpless at the entrance gate and listening to the announcement what one can possess while entering and what not, I wondered they were no where mentioning the possession of tickets. That day I realized the concrete difference between Accessibility and Availability. The ticket counter was accessible but no ticket was available. One thing was really encouraging for us that we were not the only ones standing outside the stadium and hoping some executive to come and escort us in. There were countless people waiting like that. But the point was all of us kept waiting......&lt;br /&gt;Spectators roaring continues and we started to search some place to sit............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-6100535512806825553?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6100535512806825553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=6100535512806825553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/6100535512806825553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/6100535512806825553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/10/evening-at-jawaharlal-nehru-stadium.html' title='An evening at Jawaharlal Nehru Stadium'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TLyaqNmuyfI/AAAAAAAAAHY/EyKSoD970L4/s72-c/commonwealth-games11_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-1863479314218245683</id><published>2010-10-06T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:47:48.097+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contemplation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I contemplate you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I contemplate you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day comes and the Night lapses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still I contemplate you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are miles away a million,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still I contemplate you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't even have a single penny of deliberence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still I contemplate you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kept my promises intact with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TKyR4uoQzdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pc5RrS6CVpI/s1600/love13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TKyR4uoQzdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pc5RrS6CVpI/s200/love13.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;And still I contemplate you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I thanked God&lt;br /&gt;For blessing me with these two eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And I was able to see such a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;That I haven't seen ever in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Those million worthy moments in my life&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the whole purpose of living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are farther away from me,&lt;br /&gt;It is painful at the apotheosis level&lt;br /&gt;But God's grace helped me out, &lt;br /&gt;He has blessed me with a replicated memory&lt;br /&gt;And I am able to replicate you in the every corner of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish her advent with my both hands open in front of Him.....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...You're Great...&lt;br /&gt;Bless others too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-1863479314218245683?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/1863479314218245683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=1863479314218245683&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/1863479314218245683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/1863479314218245683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-contemplate-you.html' title='I contemplate you....'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TKyR4uoQzdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/pc5RrS6CVpI/s72-c/love13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-6687631304392481769</id><published>2010-08-30T01:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:43:54.038+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinnacle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disaster'/><title type='text'>Beyond the Pinnacle</title><content type='html'>"Listen Boss, Indian Govt has been inept in dealing with the critical issue of Kashmir. I had my last posting at Kupwara district of J&amp;amp;K....and let me tell you, people are continuously desecrating the Indian Govt or I say India. They are striving not for food, shelter or any basic amenities but for their so called freedom that is closely associated with Pakistan. I asked one of them that Indian Govt. is providing you all the necessities including food, medical facilities n all. Whats the driving force for you people to strive for Pakistan. With a typical gesture, he chose to remain silent in front of the Army personnel", He postulated the latest scenario of his recent posting to an old man and me (to some extent).&lt;br /&gt;This was a day of talks reverberating all around me on a broader aspect, on National level or I must say International level when he stretched his talk to a place in Africa where he might get a chance to work as a foreign army man. Usually, I try to pass time in train reading one of my long-lasting novels or listening music. But today, the two army personnel talked so excessively that I was bound to listen to them and give my views or just nodding on several occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"They are not gonna to be Indians anymore. They are blindly following some fake dogmas and repeating their useless predicaments for the Govt.", He continued in his typical tone. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;"Its changing very rapidly my boy", the old man spoke softly, at last.&lt;br /&gt;He gave the old one a puzzled look, wondered if it was relevant to his talk.&lt;br /&gt;The old man continued, "Kalyug has come to its pinnacle now. The floods are heading their way to Punjab which is quite uncommon. The water level of Satluj river has gone above danger mark. This all is an omen of the disaster of humanity from this earth, for the least".&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly, thats what was my point. Hatred has taken its level above love in today's world. Man is not at all bothered of the other. The struggle for the survival has already begun. Whether one is able to see it or not, its there. All the circumstances are leading to this conclusion.", He interrupted the old man.&lt;br /&gt;Now was my turn to speak as they looked at me for a response and I was no where willing to nod this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/THqz7iWKJnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pSbnssUSTfI/s1600/SuperStock_1912-1922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/THqz7iWKJnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pSbnssUSTfI/s320/SuperStock_1912-1922.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Finally, I spoke, "No one knows what lies beyond the pinnacle. so why are we being so negative. The change in human attitude towards life has not changed drastically but one has observed it at a particular point and raised his concern over the rate of change. The change is getting multiplied every time. We are heading for a blast now, no doubt. This can't go like this. A drastic change in human psychology may be its destination. One may wonder if this change is for the good. Beyond pinnacle lies the ashes, not necessary. The end can't be so predictable. The nature has so much buried in it that one can never predict it. All can see the physical damage of each and everything around us as a certainty but thats not what lies ahead for humanity. If you know the future, then whats the point of living. Same way if humanity would have known its destiny, why should it born at the first place. Now don't say, Death is human's destiny".&lt;br /&gt;They were puzzled, gave bizarre looks to each other and no one uttered a word. It seemed someone had found their control and muted them.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I realized that I had glided with the flow and got over my nauseating feeling of thoughts that had ignited with their talks.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it was, they talked so nonsense, although it was the reality what we have made ourselves to perceive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-6687631304392481769?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6687631304392481769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=6687631304392481769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/6687631304392481769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/6687631304392481769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/08/beyond-pinnacle.html' title='Beyond the Pinnacle'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/THqz7iWKJnI/AAAAAAAAAHE/pSbnssUSTfI/s72-c/SuperStock_1912-1922.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-6983343842561270622</id><published>2010-08-15T02:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:45:52.979+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aastha Hall'/><title type='text'>Learning continues.....</title><content type='html'>We have always considered &lt;i&gt;Learning&lt;/i&gt; as one of the continua. If I am asked about the learning periods of my life, I would devote my major learning to two periods:- college time and the initial years of my professional career.&lt;br /&gt;I was one of the lucky trainees to get posted at NTPC Noida office after 6 months of training at a plant deep down the forests. Like any other campus recruit, I, too, had foreseen the working environment, I had imagined working in one of the cubicles, deeply drilling some important issue (though wasn't much clear about the issue) in my mind and sipping a cup of coffee...wow!! all that seems so nice. But all dreams were shattered in million pieces as our department had no seats vacant for our batch...Now that was something that wasn't expected at all. But hold on!!! Thats what the fate had decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the office premises and turning sharp right. Here comes our temporary seats in &lt;i&gt;Aastha Hall...&lt;/i&gt;around 60x20 sq m hall, originally built as a conference hall but due to feint recruitment policy adopted by NTPC, the hall was going to work as a temporary multi-departmental office for ET'08 Batch. Most of us that got seats in Aastha Hall were of C&amp;amp;I departement and Electrical department. Rest luckier or unluckier of us got seats in their respective departments. As the working life was trying to catch pace, fellow relationship had already reached at its pinnacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TGb8eV_eVQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bqk-JCch_PA/s1600/IMG_1070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TGb8eV_eVQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bqk-JCch_PA/s200/IMG_1070.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had some funny moments, teasing each other on continual basis, had some serious discussions on National/International issues and sometimes on mere trivial issues, had snacks n tea in the evening together. I was sharing a bond that seemed a part of my life. There was hardly any kind of issue that could not find a solution with us. We had specialists to deal with them - whether its share market, pay slip issues, vocab doubts, CAT preparation, Office/National policy amendments, HR isssues and even ITR filing. Here was everything&amp;nbsp; - one just have to name it and here comes the solution rolling on its knees. I became habituated with it and even I had been honored a nominal designation of &lt;i&gt;DGM Aastha&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change is inevitable and here was its turn to show its power. My departmental floor has to renovate and the whole department was shifting to the adjacent building for around 2 months. I don't know what make my bosses to cull me to shift with them (may be the reward of hard work!!). I had to leave my native place in office and it was really hard but they left me with no choice.&lt;br /&gt;From 16-08-10, after &lt;i&gt;living&lt;/i&gt; office life more than a year, I won't be sitting on my original seat. I'll miss that place really.....I'll miss my mates there.....&lt;br /&gt;But learning ll continue.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-6983343842561270622?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6983343842561270622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=6983343842561270622&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/6983343842561270622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/6983343842561270622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/08/learning-continues.html' title='Learning continues.....'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TGb8eV_eVQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/bqk-JCch_PA/s72-c/IMG_1070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-726323827156028462</id><published>2010-08-07T23:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-07T23:59:48.023+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Realization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure'/><title type='text'>Success of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TF2lQ5EMmhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pBnAB8z6pmU/s1600/0304gru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TF2lQ5EMmhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pBnAB8z6pmU/s200/0304gru.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have always felt that there are two ways in which one can live his/her life. One is quite common as most of us are living, the professional responsibilities, career growth tensions, sorting out personal matters; a typical unimaginative life as we are supposed to live!! The other one we didn't even bother to observe. I have read about some saint like personalities, glowing faces (even in dark), complete energetic figures. They ususally live close to nature, in some deep ravines, hills where calmness sheds its wings with full force, the divine leaves roaming around and energizing the living beings. I always wondered why all these places are so cut off from the main course cities (although its quite obvious for these places to be at significant distance from the fast life) but still these divine places are out of reach for a common person here in South Asia or Africa. All I have read generally talk about divine places in Peru, Italy or some jungles around the outskirts of a European country. But the day was already decided for my confusion to get answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited Beas last month. It is a place near Amritsar, India which has a well-known &lt;i&gt;Radha Soami Dera&lt;/i&gt;. It was the first time I have visited the place. A number of pilgrimages visit to take part in &lt;i&gt;Bhandara (&lt;/i&gt;a spiritual congregation&lt;i&gt;) &lt;/i&gt;on every Sunday. The Dera is situated along the river Beas and stands for having a library of carrying more that 5,00,000 books on all world religions and philosophies. The surroundings reflected all the minute details about the places I have read. I was able to relate most of the things now. The place was really close to nature. The weather was mesmerizing and that just supplied felicitous flavor to my feelings. The greenery all around was energizing me as I am made of energy only. After all, Science also says the same. Now, I have realized that these apotheosis places are everywhere you just need to relate to them. But it is so hard to turn away from our chaotic social life. In fact, its not chaotic; after all I have come to know about all these secrets by living in the crowd only and I am one of the crowd too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel everything we become desperate about is there in ourselves only or we are already possessing that. The success of life lies in realizing its possession. That is the reason why Self-Realization parks itself after self-esteem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-726323827156028462?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/726323827156028462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=726323827156028462&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/726323827156028462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/726323827156028462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/08/success-of-life.html' title='Success of Life'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TF2lQ5EMmhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/pBnAB8z6pmU/s72-c/0304gru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-4971115646951415810</id><published>2010-07-25T01:45:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-25T01:52:58.076+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Awareness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change'/><title type='text'>Change for the Good......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TEtJitWs7qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Dumd3Ju4hoU/s1600/122-doomsday2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TEtJitWs7qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Dumd3Ju4hoU/s200/122-doomsday2012.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I always keep updating this one status repeatedly on my social portals' accounts that simply states :- "&lt;i&gt;One day your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure its worth watching&lt;/i&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know looking back at life and analyzing it is the very first step for self-actualization. Its not much long time before I started developing a habit of reading (apart from academics). In 2003, I had read my first novel that was a pure fiction piece &lt;i&gt;:- Are your afraid of the dark by Sidney Sheldon. &lt;/i&gt;Eventually, I read some of the other fiction novels like &lt;i&gt;The Da Vinci Code and Digital Fortress by Dan Brown. &lt;/i&gt;Normally, the habit of reading fiction novels develops because of lack of excitement in one's life. But in my case, I started because everyone else was doing that...the contagious effect. I always had a habit of looking onto others for my interest. But Time is the best teacher and that is 100% true. My time was there when I was having my job training program going on and Management cum Personal Development modules picked their pace deep in my thinking. The insight provided by them transpired to be really helpful for me personally. I picked up a totally different book to read :- &lt;i&gt;The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari &lt;/i&gt;and that too was recommended by one of the faculties. From there on, I developed an unconscious interest in philosophy. And I ended up reading a number of authors like &lt;i&gt;Paulo Coelho and James Redfield. &lt;/i&gt;They are really great writers because they have actually experienced the things/events that they penned down on paper for us to understand the deep meaning lying in their master pieces. Some reads them and forget while others follow them until their destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Life, in itself, is a great mystery&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Everyone&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;knows this adage, nothing more and nothing less. Some claimed to have it unfolded but lacked universal acceptance. Our religions have all the answers but today's priests are unable to explain them to us or may be they have gone on the unknown dark road themselves, like everyone else. Everything is there but interpretation is the real challenge. Whoever interprets the right, goes on the right path and become invisible to normals like us. We never bothered to trace them because they are not the people who are going to be benefactors for us in terms of monetary. We have become more physical luxury conscious or I should say we have become materialistic. Materialism is a thin layer for an insane to tear off to enter into the actualized world. And thats what everyone of us is, unconsciously, starving for but the pity is we are not aware of our own unconsciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TEtLkfxXHxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1EW8V1Om53Y/s1600/dec2012jpgsized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TEtLkfxXHxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/1EW8V1Om53Y/s200/dec2012jpgsized.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, well, well...I don't believe in the doomsday concept for 2012 because thats not for this world was constructed and watered...I hope the unnoticed claims for 23 or 24 December 2012 come true and a bombastic change in humanitarianism transpires......May be it has already started.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-4971115646951415810?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/4971115646951415810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=4971115646951415810&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/4971115646951415810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/4971115646951415810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/07/change-for-good.html' title='Change for the Good......'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TEtJitWs7qI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Dumd3Ju4hoU/s72-c/122-doomsday2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-3730037810887141068</id><published>2010-06-07T23:34:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-08T10:07:11.687+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>I miss u</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TA0zV6CDg1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LboctEJrpjY/s1600/first-taste-of-rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TA0zV6CDg1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LboctEJrpjY/s200/first-taste-of-rain.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have hardly left office in the day light for quite sometime now but managed it today. I went near my bike and gave a look up in the sky. The clouds were denigrating the sky. It was a comparatively less hotter evening during the summers in Noida. Rather I should say it was a cool evening. I drove through the main gate with the token in my right hand, gave it to the security guard while leaving. Sometimes, it seems to be a token of love jumping from one hand to the other and thickening the bonding between us, Humans. But today, my conscious was strictly lying on the weather only. As it was waiting only for me to leave the office, a light drizzle started. As the first drop touched my face, all the emotions buried deep within tried to pop out. I kept on driving slowly as my fellow bikers were looking for a shelter to escape from the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Driving in rain always gonna to be a great fun. Rain is the strongest bridge after air that make you feel connected with the nature. So it was doing with me. My sub-conscious took the full control of bike and the living conscious was concentrating on this nature's beautiful gift, rain. My bike took the left turn and it was on the main road that was broader than the previous and so was my bonding with the nature as it needed some space to burgeon. I was flying in the clouds ,dense white in colour. Some other free-fliers joined me. All were flying without any fear. There was only space, and a jolly mood blessed by God, and some unidentifiable fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, a swarm of fliers approached in and that too in some chaotic order. &lt;i&gt;But why the hell they are making so much noise? &lt;/i&gt;All were growling, asking everyone to join them, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;The fliers were getting twisted in such a evil manner I had never seen. Soon, they transformed into the road side vendors selling vegetables, fruits n all. My living conscious took over and made a strong brake, avoiding a collision with the yellow Zen. &lt;i&gt;Why do people like such bright colours? And those too for cars. &lt;/i&gt;This road always welcome you with a moving jam. I made my eyes exercised along the road and there was hardly any biker. &lt;i&gt;So what?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Dare to be different.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after a hell lot of efforts, I couldn't hand over bike to my sub-conscious and go up in the clouds.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss u.... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-3730037810887141068?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/3730037810887141068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=3730037810887141068&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/3730037810887141068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/3730037810887141068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-u.html' title='I miss u'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/TA0zV6CDg1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/LboctEJrpjY/s72-c/first-taste-of-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-7212973417887259323</id><published>2010-05-18T23:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-18T23:17:09.742+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rappelling'/><title type='text'>A trip to remember....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LJPuq-KbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8IJpPM6rmgA/s1600/IMG_1586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LJPuq-KbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8IJpPM6rmgA/s200/IMG_1586.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a pleasant morning, hard to find at this time of the season in Noida. My friend and I reached the Recreation Center (Our company owned) as all were asked to convoke there by 10 am. Eventually, all gathered there in around an hour (typical Indian mentality of meeting deadlines). We kicked off our expedition right from Noida until we ended up our encircled journey here itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Chilka Restaurant on the way to Haridwar. It seemed like all the tourists visit this restaurant only, mostly for lunch. It was all packed like a shopping Mall during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LKDrLfgXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qZ63XwTICZw/s1600/Image0300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LKDrLfgXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qZ63XwTICZw/s200/Image0300.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At 6 o'clock, we reached Haridwar to have a holy bath. We were lucky to attend &lt;i&gt;Aarti&lt;/i&gt; at Haridwar and all were chanting Bhajans, a divine experience. Most of the distant visitors were capturing this holy Aarti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LKsp6D6PI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4DJvgV4fGQk/s1600/IMG_1845.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LKsp6D6PI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4DJvgV4fGQk/s200/IMG_1845.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Damini Hotel &lt;/i&gt;in Rishikesh was our destination for the day. The dinner was arranged at the &lt;i&gt;Third Eye Restaurant. &lt;/i&gt;The food was delicious, more or less similar to home-made food. This restaurant carries one of the best views in Rishikesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Morning, we geared up for the Rafting. We went by bus to Marine Drive, the starting point for our rafting. From there, the rafting was started by 11:00 am and the excitement was on its peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LMJKr24yI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Krml-m6pga4/s1600/IMG_1916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LMJKr24yI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Krml-m6pga4/s200/IMG_1916.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LMeR19g6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qolRWJNYUTc/s1600/IMG_1956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LMeR19g6I/AAAAAAAAAFo/qolRWJNYUTc/s200/IMG_1956.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped for lunch at one of the camps on the Ganga shore. The weather was cool because of continual raining. It had only heightened our enjoyment. We spent around 2 hours there, played Volleyball, played with sand and just sat on the stones beside Ganga shores &amp;amp; listened to nature's voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although tasty and heavy lunch makes people little lazy, that was not the case here because the next rapid "Roller Coaster", Level 4 rapid, dangerous of all, hastened us all and we (all genius...lolz) fought really well (with our &lt;i&gt;chappus&lt;/i&gt;) and retrenched our boat from toppling. We got more excited because 80% of the boats get toppled in that giant rapid (as told by our guide). &lt;br /&gt;We had Cliff jumping on our way. That too was real fun. Free fall is really a dreadful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd best part of our trip was camping at night. The night fun at bonfire is gonna to be remembered for a long long time. We sang, danced, teased each other. All in all, it was great evening at camps and the sleep was too good as my tiredness kept me sleeping till 9 am...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was busy with Rock climbing, rappelling and river bathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very third day, we left for Noida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LPBDk0egI/AAAAAAAAAFw/B8yt1rYojjw/s1600/IMG_2446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LPBDk0egI/AAAAAAAAAFw/B8yt1rYojjw/s200/IMG_2446.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S. &lt;i&gt;This was the best pic of my trip, not because of the content but its intent. There was a small primary school near our camp. We passed by it while trekking to our base point for rappelling. The little children were staring at us. I raised my hand in the air to say them hello. They all replied back with their hands whirling in the air, with so much of excitement. They are so happy in their small world, even happier than all of us....God bless you little princes....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-7212973417887259323?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7212973417887259323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=7212973417887259323&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7212973417887259323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7212973417887259323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/05/trip-to-remember.html' title='A trip to remember....'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S_LJPuq-KbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/8IJpPM6rmgA/s72-c/IMG_1586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-5359898034258925723</id><published>2010-05-02T00:03:00.022+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-03T12:48:35.032+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Failure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fiction'/><title type='text'>All tastes are signified....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He gulped down whiskey without any thought of tasting it. He just drank 'n' number of glasses and didn’t bother about the value of 'n'. &lt;i&gt;I have also become a victim of this bullshit life&lt;/i&gt;, he thought. Although he tried to clamber on the ladder of life but like others was slithered. He kept on drinking. He was in no mood to go out and look at the same world all over again which has nothing in its pocket for him at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S9xy8oOoT9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/GWVoADSsNKI/s1600/failure.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S9xy8oOoT9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/GWVoADSsNKI/s200/failure.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Without job, it’s really hard to survive in Mumbai. Although the situation is similar to the one when the boy had arrived here three years before, with all skiing hopes, but starting all over again is sure to give him a harder time. He has burnt out completely and was in no mood to face it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;The bar is closing down&lt;/i&gt;”, Bar tender’s plea hit his ears. Finally, boozed up, he walked towards the exit in a complete zig zag fashion. He walked double than a normal guy would have walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The boy felt cool air touching his face and his arms as he was wearing a half-sleeve shirt. Mumbai seemed to be restful and so was the road on which the boy was heading towards an unknown destination. He had never imagined that he would become so innocent and vulnerable to be snatched by others’ tricks and be ended up losing his job. Life would be so tough!! He had never thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He was just following the road and found a pit in the left lane of the road. He stopped and started gazing at the pit continuously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The pit was murmuring as if it had got a life. It was annoying him as it compelled him to stop and be cautious while crossing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;You’ll stop me!!! You son of a pit!! What have you got??&lt;/i&gt;” The boy out busted at the pit, which seemed to possess a pseudo-life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;I’ll show you how to run over bastards like you… wait n watch now&lt;/i&gt;” The boy yelled and ran fast towards the pit and made a dive to cross over it but found himself in the pit as he regained some of the conscious. Although the pit didn’t have healthy dimensions, the boy found it hard to get out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As the boy was struggling to get out of the pit, a big hand approached in for help. It was forwarded to him and the boy gripped the hand to get out of it. A tall holy man was standing in front of the boy. He was wearing a white dress and seemed to have jumped directly from the Jesus era. The boy, almost regaining his conscious, thanked him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;What were you heading for?&lt;/i&gt;” the holy man asked. He had a divine voice as voice coming from all over the place. Each and every piece of the surroundings seemed to speak in consent with his. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Don’t know&lt;/i&gt;” the boy answered facing towards that pit, still in the grief of not crossing that little one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Precisely, you are right. In fact, no one has answer to this.&lt;/i&gt;” the holy man spoke again in his divine voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The boy didn’t understand all this and he didn’t want to either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The holy man continued, “&lt;i&gt;But still we all continue to walk on the path that life lays for us. But God has never been harsh on his children. He has put all, that we desire, in the invisible boxes and shrouded them somewhere on our path. We will be able to possess them only if we pass through them. Although all of us pass through them, but didn’t notice them most of the time. We need to be alert for the omens of life.&lt;/i&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The boy got annoyed and just started going away from the holy man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;i&gt;The bitter taste of failure enables us to taste the sweetness of success. It’s true in each and every grain of life&lt;/i&gt;”, the holy man articulated his last words and lost in dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The boy stopped and enunciated His last words. &lt;i&gt;The bitter taste of failure enables us to taste the sweetness of success. It’s true in each and every grain of life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The boy enunciated the same wording several times, each time louder than the previous. Finally, he made his mind to align with the holy man’s sayings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He went back to the pit, took 4 steps back and ran to jump over the pit again. Not much to his surprise, he crossed over it quite comfortably because he had tasted the jump previously and failed at that time. Now, he had the experience of failure with him which, in turn, would help him to experience success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S9xzHuOBVrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jWoAQhfmnvk/s1600/Never-Give-Up-Winston-Churchill-M1-294x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S9xzHuOBVrI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jWoAQhfmnvk/s200/Never-Give-Up-Winston-Churchill-M1-294x300.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He walked to his home, went to bed as he had to taste success tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-5359898034258925723?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5359898034258925723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=5359898034258925723&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5359898034258925723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5359898034258925723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/05/all-tastes-are-signified.html' title='All tastes are signified....'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S9xy8oOoT9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/GWVoADSsNKI/s72-c/failure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-987907392306982605</id><published>2010-04-18T01:04:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-01T17:38:45.678+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balances of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Gaining, Losing and Regaining</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; 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 &lt;/m:defjc&gt;&lt;/m:rmargin&gt;&lt;/m:lmargin&gt;&lt;/m:dispdef&gt;&lt;/m:smallfrac&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had my own style&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S8oQPU0LcMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/S5Va-4NtJbI/s1600/love2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S8oQPU0LcMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/S5Va-4NtJbI/s200/love2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had my own preferences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had all the freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had my own life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But then I saw you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I followed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Through my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We started meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enjoyed each other’s company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Had fun each day we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The world was looking awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Everything seemed to be at the right place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surroundings were looking simply beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, I was in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We had our own life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S8oNBea6koI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rwD-WMoEdl0/s1600/Suicide_Love_by_Skategirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S8oNBea6koI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rwD-WMoEdl0/s200/Suicide_Love_by_Skategirl.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One day, she came to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She was crying heavily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I asked what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She kept mum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I asked again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She murmured something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was stunned there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;She whispered “Break-up” while blubbering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hearts were at the point of explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Both said NO at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It can’t happen!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why we???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We were not supposed to tear apart our feelings like this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All the hell of questions were raised…. All remained unanswered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life was deaf to our sayings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Destiny was enjoying the moment as she was winning after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Expediently we parted our ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I felt like renounced on my loyalty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Passing on throne to the Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Life won and we got defeated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was true for me that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had no life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;…………………………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It had been one month now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Still, I had no life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One Sunday, I got up from bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was 5:15 am, to be exact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I went to the balcony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Might be, to cry harder this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that some healer listen to my cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And heal my unseen wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sun was trying to show his face to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sun was also like me…..no motivation!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why he rise in the morning??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And set in the evening???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one is close to him after all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He has no gain out of all this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He, still rise and set!!!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;………………………………………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He does because the whole world needs him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;All look up at him with all their hopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What I am doing????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Living for myself….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You would call me eccentric….or selfish??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also have my parents, family, and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes, they look up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And what I am giving them…just pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No way….I am gonna change all this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I took a bath, got ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Called my Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Hey Mom…see, I’ve got up so early….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You were not expecting this na!!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We talked, talked and talked, and laughed heavily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was after two months, I laughed like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S8oP3A442zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/artO0zkxQpM/s1600/i-have-found-that-if-you-love-life-life-will-love-you-always.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S8oP3A442zI/AAAAAAAAAEo/artO0zkxQpM/s200/i-have-found-that-if-you-love-life-life-will-love-you-always.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have regained MY life&lt;/i&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-987907392306982605?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/987907392306982605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=987907392306982605&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/987907392306982605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/987907392306982605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/04/gaining-losing-and-regaining.html' title='Gaining, Losing and Regaining'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S8oQPU0LcMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/S5Va-4NtJbI/s72-c/love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-3359870442802555817</id><published>2010-04-06T23:51:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-10T22:42:48.904+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Jewels found while blotting out....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S7tRl-pBOyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FfQAlgbteuI/s1600/Life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S7tRl-pBOyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FfQAlgbteuI/s200/Life.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I decided to clean up stuff from my office PC as I was underloaded with the usual office work. As I opened my personal folder named as "New Folder" (named such so that no one bothers to open it), there were several word docs waiting for my scanning. I found a document with number of questions and answers as well. I had literally forgot about that. I had found these questions in a post posted by one of my blogger friends as far as I remember and that blogger had asked for answers to those questions. I had tried to answer them all to the best of my knowledge and here I am posting them..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Why do we feel nice when someone compliments us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bcoz it gives us an allusion of fruiting for our deeds. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Is it possible to complete the incomplete story in one life?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It depends upon what the story of ur life is. It solely depends upon how you see your life. At some &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;time, life is already a solved entity and at some other time it seems to be an abstruse concept.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why are men not allowed in the women's queue for taxi but women allowed in the men's queue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The question seems to be inspired from Indian approach. In countries like India, women still feel insecure with men's appearance, may be because of our society only. Thats why women&amp;nbsp; empowerment issue is being pushed hard here. The above mentioned women queuing is our society's initiative in line with women empowerment. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Why are fingers always pointed at a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because a girl doesn't defend herself. She always tries to find a supporter in form of a man. When she will fight for herself, no one will even dare to point finger at her.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Is it necessary to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, provided u are not leading an ascetic life. Because one needs a life partner who would be with him the whole life. It gives him a sense of relief and security that there is someone who is devoted to him only. Its not about suppressing her freedom but it always feels nice if someone is always concerned about you....:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Why does the world seem to be in peace when you are lying down on your mother's lap and she ruffles through your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;One has enjoyed the sense of relaxation in childhood when his mother took him in her lap. It is still there in us and we feel the same stillness in the world all around us when we get along with our mother. &lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really...life just stops when I lie down in my mother's lap....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) What makes the heart skip a beat when someone special calls us by our name for the first time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because we feel that we got identified by our special one. Its so exciting at that moment one just want to enjoy that moment forever... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Why do we have to hold hands while crossing the road? Does that hand remain clutched to ours even in the crossroads of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well...one of the toughest questions....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crossing the road is a short term task and people usually accept to accompany for that but life means...each and every moment...only special ones will accompany you and most of the times you have to hold your one hand with the other in crossroads of life.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you dance in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My soul dances.....sometimes my body joins too...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) What makes us so stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No one is stupid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Why are the friend's surprises always special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The unanticipated things have the potential to surprise us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Is there really a soul mate for each and everyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If and only if one thinks so.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Why do we more often miss life's small happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because we are usually running for the bigger ones. Make a stop for enjoyment whenever you see happiness and then resume your running. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Why is rainbow made of seven colours? Neither a colour less nor a colour more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The same question may have arrived with the changed numeric. It has to be of some number of colors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Do guardian angels really exist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Is it true people meet again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;May be not....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I believe if you really want to meet someone again, you surely would.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the above questions need to be answered by all, not to others but to our self.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-3359870442802555817?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/3359870442802555817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=3359870442802555817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/3359870442802555817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/3359870442802555817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/04/jewels-found-while-blotting-out.html' title='Jewels found while blotting out....'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S7tRl-pBOyI/AAAAAAAAAEA/FfQAlgbteuI/s72-c/Life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-2569330177921811855</id><published>2010-03-15T00:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-15T00:10:53.475+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Alchemist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Alchemist.....Personal Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S50te1rJZ-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Hc5ym-U0WFo/s1600-h/The_Alchemist2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S50te1rJZ-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Hc5ym-U0WFo/s320/The_Alchemist2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our five senses make us able to understand and feel the things around us. A lot is happening around us but very few things make sense for us although each and every move of this world has a meaning. &lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho although I don't need to mention his name. He is being identified by his one of the best novels in the spiritual genre and I might be the first person who has read this piece after years of reading other books. &lt;br /&gt;The best part of the book is the concept of universal language of the world. Today, we have 36+ religions and 6000+ languages spoken in the world but there is something common in all the creatures of the world. Referring to creatures, I mean all the materialistic things including humans. Although these physical things differ in many aspects, but still they are connected in some manner. &lt;br /&gt;And its nothing else but &lt;i&gt;"Love"&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;The sky loves wind as it allows the wind to flow through its caricatures. The soil loves trees as trees stand tall due to soil binding and soil helps trees to the best of extent in case of storms. This is nothing but Love. God has illustrated Love by giving enormous number of such examples. We just need to sense it and it happens when we fall in love. &lt;br /&gt;When you are in love, things around you make more sense to you. Love is the universal language of the world. When one learns this language, he follows the same path that God created for him and got the universal accrual to fulfill his dreams that is nothing but his Destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Food is the feeding for body and love for the soul. Love is so important in our life that it allows to attach our self with soul of the world, after all we share the soul of the world in one way or the other.   &lt;br /&gt;So, fall in love guys. It sparkles a great feeling. Its not an obligation but a need.....&lt;br /&gt;All the Best&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-2569330177921811855?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2569330177921811855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=2569330177921811855&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2569330177921811855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2569330177921811855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/03/alchemistpersonal-review.html' title='The Alchemist.....Personal Review'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S50te1rJZ-I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Hc5ym-U0WFo/s72-c/The_Alchemist2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-1645497685756199837</id><published>2010-03-02T23:22:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-03T00:02:54.164+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Goal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Ultimate Goal</title><content type='html'>Passing board exams was the ultimate goal of life when I was in school. &lt;br /&gt;Passing each sessional and end semester exams was the ultimate goal till 3rd year. Then came the placement time. The goal still stayed firm on its feet. It just transformed itself from board exams to placement offer. It seemed that it is trying to prove itself even harder than carbon nanotubes (hardest substance known to man) and it is...&lt;br /&gt;Placements got over. The goal got achieved. Then, the focus shifted to have degree certificate in hands without any black dots (supplements) and to be at the job. The goal was simpler this time. It was building a bridge between two eras of goals. A life which had next goal ready to be achieved as soon as done with the previous one and one where you need to find even the next goal. Life won't be there this time to do the honors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S41ZPx9m9AI/AAAAAAAAADw/nDKcWx-Wqz0/s1600-h/weak+link.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S41ZPx9m9AI/AAAAAAAAADw/nDKcWx-Wqz0/s320/weak+link.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444105652205450242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Why I am not able to see that transformed form of goal? &lt;br /&gt;Is this form is transparent or I need to do something with my vision?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not used to this kind of life. I never was and I know I will never be.&lt;br /&gt;If this we call as stability, so much stability doesn't make any sense to me. &lt;br /&gt;Even I am doing a lot of things these days:- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hanging out with friends...watching almost each and every movie....visiting new places..&lt;/span&gt;..But all these things are not enough to fill that void.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized while writing this vague post (which will have a title now) that goals are always there. The need is to have that vision so as to feel yourself realizing that goal and placing yourself beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of revisiting goals. People generally do that when goals become unachievable. But I am going to replace my present goal with itself...just merging it over itself. May be this extra layer provide me that a bit extra vision to see the realization..... &lt;br /&gt;The ultimate goal is your next goal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-1645497685756199837?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/1645497685756199837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=1645497685756199837&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/1645497685756199837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/1645497685756199837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/03/ultimate-goal.html' title='The Ultimate Goal'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S41ZPx9m9AI/AAAAAAAAADw/nDKcWx-Wqz0/s72-c/weak+link.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-7346187120224437210</id><published>2010-02-09T23:39:00.028+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:00:04.973+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taj Mahal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mathura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agra'/><title type='text'>Agra Sojourn</title><content type='html'>January-February is always the best time to travel in North India (Plain areas). Summer knocks at the door of weather house to enter while at the same time winter tries to escape form the house. So, I accepted Rohit's suggestion to make a trip to Agra. Although the trip was of one day only, we enjoyed a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, I am sharing some of the experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left noida by 4:30 AM, only half an hour late against our plan. Although entering into Agra was not much pleasant. The main road to the Taj Mahal was blocked for some unknown reason. So the driver made the way through one of the busiest roads of Agra. It was very congested road that was giving an illusion of a semi-developed village. All in all that was the truth of most of the people living there. &lt;br /&gt;One incident I am sharing here was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting on the far right back seat of the car, I was in the best place to observe the road mobility. Suddenly, we stuck in a little jam, I thought at that time as our car got to a still position almost. I saw an auto-rickshaw almost in middle of the road and surprisingly it was idle there. And what I saw was unbelievable. A middle-aged man was standing over the auto and doing some repair to the power cables that cluster was looking like a spiderweb covering almost two-third of the visible sky. &lt;br /&gt;"This man seems to be quite intellectual" one of my friends stated without any glitch. I got his point as he was my friend after all. He was referring to the intellectual needs that a man requires to repair that spiderweb. In the mean time, driver was trying hard to make some way for his car and finally he succeeded and we went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3GmqAp255I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbMbX4N1Wzg/s1600-h/IMG_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3GmqAp255I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbMbX4N1Wzg/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436309465873180562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never been to Agra before. So I was eager to see the Taj Mahal not because it is one of the 7 wonders of the world but because of its symbolic importance. On the way, I was able to catch a model of Taj Mahal that has been built on the highway to Agra. It looked like a younger brother of the Taj Mahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3Go0UqlfkI/AAAAAAAAACo/2uiPMw_t2zc/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3Go0UqlfkI/AAAAAAAAACo/2uiPMw_t2zc/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436311842066890306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3GqMGRp48I/AAAAAAAAACw/m41r1ud7_3Q/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3GqMGRp48I/AAAAAAAAACw/m41r1ud7_3Q/s200/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436313350032712642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the main entry to the Taj. A castle at the front....we started our photo shoot and continued for half an hour there only....quite funny time we had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3GrFUjOkVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vAf9BavMsO0/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3GrFUjOkVI/AAAAAAAAAC4/vAf9BavMsO0/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436314333117059410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Indian Beauty"....As we entered, my first saying was "WOW". It is one of the ancient buildings India continues to host today. Although its beauty has diminished with time, but still the Taj has the spark that empowers its standing in the queue of 7 wonders of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Then, as usual, comes our photography....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3Qiuikte5I/AAAAAAAAADA/7puwVzFtcCM/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3Qiuikte5I/AAAAAAAAADA/7puwVzFtcCM/s200/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437008833093139346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3QjTXDPYDI/AAAAAAAAADI/nxMNwp-vL1g/s1600-h/IMG_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3QjTXDPYDI/AAAAAAAAADI/nxMNwp-vL1g/s200/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437009465655124018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3QkEup2ZJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QYkDWQFoTb8/s1600-h/IMG_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3QkEup2ZJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/QYkDWQFoTb8/s200/IMG_0289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437010313804670098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3QkwrgbYpI/AAAAAAAAADY/UytEsikYOG0/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3QkwrgbYpI/AAAAAAAAADY/UytEsikYOG0/s200/IMG_0176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437011068874089106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3Qmh5sDPTI/AAAAAAAAADg/ppEqYvtLtg8/s1600-h/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3Qmh5sDPTI/AAAAAAAAADg/ppEqYvtLtg8/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437013014006152498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shop that we visited was just awesome. The shop's perpetual look was very attractive, not only for Indians but also for the foreign tourists who were more eager to shop there. Putting up the shop's pic over my blog shows the extent of my liking...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending around 3 hrs at the Taj Mahal, we headed for Agra fort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3Qrtozw7XI/AAAAAAAAADo/wHYqho54HV0/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3Qrtozw7XI/AAAAAAAAADo/wHYqho54HV0/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437018713191673202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Agra Fort was very much similar to my imagination. It was large....It was not even a penny less simpler than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bhool Bhulaiya&lt;/span&gt;. I got astonished over the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;desi&lt;/span&gt; technology used by the architectures of that time to build such a big place with almost 100% safety. And I can't forget their water supply system. Even they were able to run fountains with no power at all, just by putting large water tanks and making appropriate head for water to sprinkle from the fountains. Such things really need appreciable mentioning. We spent over an hour there and then headed for delayed lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we went to Mathura and visited Sri Krishna's birth place. &lt;br /&gt;At last but not the least, we all took Perras (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mathura's perre&lt;/span&gt;) and petha(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Agra's Petha&lt;/span&gt;) which are famous with their respective city's names. We reached at our place by 11:30 PM and the day got reserved in my deep memories forever. But it will surely be get refreshed whenever I will revert back to this post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-7346187120224437210?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7346187120224437210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=7346187120224437210&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7346187120224437210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7346187120224437210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/02/agra-sojourn.html' title='Agra Sojourn'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5XfdVyCgObY/S3GmqAp255I/AAAAAAAAACg/ZbMbX4N1Wzg/s72-c/IMG_0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-421996572336045193</id><published>2010-01-09T19:06:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:36:27.653+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolution'/><title type='text'>New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>It was the last week of December 2009 and my orkut profile was getting loaded with friends' new year resolutions as the year was leaping into its ending moments. Some was re-ensuring not to hurt anyone anymore while the other one was asking Him to give power to resist others' bad deeds. Everyone seems to have become wise in the last week of the year and they are very consistent with it year over year. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think why not a year merge into one week only and thats also the last week of the year!! &lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, my friends asked me for my resolution. Traditionally, I have never taken any resolution. After giving a lot of thoughts to it, I decided to update my status with NEW YEAR RESOLUTION. And it was 'I am already resolved, by birth'.&lt;br /&gt;Above that I couldn't think. The last week of a year is not the only time for taking a resolution. Personally, I take a resolution anytime I think. If one really commits, then every moment is appropriate for it. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes human limitations may put a flap to one's commitments but again one should try to minimize this effect because ultimately it sharpens our own habit of dis-aligning. &lt;br /&gt;For special occasions I am not going for any resolution. Thats my resolution!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-421996572336045193?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/421996572336045193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=421996572336045193&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/421996572336045193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/421996572336045193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolution.html' title='New Year Resolution'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-9158305128842349881</id><published>2009-12-22T12:06:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:19:34.954+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>She is coming.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;She is Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;She is affable&lt;br /&gt;She seems smart&lt;br /&gt;She seems intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to approach to her&lt;br /&gt;But don't know how&lt;br /&gt;She will make my life happier than ever&lt;br /&gt;But don't know how and when&lt;br /&gt;She is coming into my life&lt;br /&gt;But don't know where she has reached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is perfect for me&lt;br /&gt;Thats what I know&lt;br /&gt;She is coming&lt;br /&gt;And I will wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-9158305128842349881?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/9158305128842349881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=9158305128842349881&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/9158305128842349881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/9158305128842349881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/12/she-is-coming.html' title='She is coming.....'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-7867538066489612867</id><published>2009-11-03T18:56:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:12:22.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Taste this one!!!!</title><content type='html'>It was never like this before. I had never thought that life will change in such a manner. I just met such people who were so busy in their lives that I wonder whats so funny in work or is it an obligation??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone has rightly said one gets the feel of shoes when he put his feet in that particular pair of shoes. Thats the case with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a record to my name till last week, I think. I had never forget my mobile to carry along and never means never. But last week I did forgot my mobile. I was stunned on myself. After little while I found myself laughing on my own self. Earlier whenever I found a person forgetting his mobile somewhere, I usually laughed that how a person can forget such a superb thing. But what now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen like this I guess. Seriously, thats what I can say now. Work makes you so busy that unusual things start happening. But one shouldn't let his working life to dominate his personal/social life. Thats why every second weekend I rush to home...:P&lt;br /&gt;Seriously tasting this kind of life makes you a good taster. So taste it and enjoy forgetting your mobile somewhere so that no one can disturb you.....:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-7867538066489612867?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7867538066489612867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=7867538066489612867&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7867538066489612867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7867538066489612867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/11/taste-this-one.html' title='Taste this one!!!!'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-5658180909387974219</id><published>2009-08-27T19:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:26:55.815+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day Dreaming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Just live the moment!!!</title><content type='html'>It was another busy weekend for me. I had taken a sleep of 7 hrs which is more than sufficient for young people. I come in the same genre only. But still, it seems insignificant sometimes. I got ready and reached at the test center well on time. 9:00 AM in the morning seems to be quite early in the morning, esp at the weekends. Life has changed you know. Now, I have understood that the circumstances change a person's life style, actions etc if the person is not aware of it and making a conscious effort to avoid it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had reached the test center at 8:30 AM, well on time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! I forget to tell you about the test. Actually, it was a Mock CAT test. All have fantasies and cracking CAT is the same for its aspirants. I am one of them, obviously, that's why I was there...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been encroached into a classroom. The center was a school. Specifically, it was a kind of primary school. As I entered the classroom, I sensed a flashback. There were knowledge-imparting posters all around the wall covering almost each and every basic concepts like Basic calculation formulas of Mathematics, Newton's three laws of motion, water cycle etc. It was really colorful all in all. The most funniest part was small-small chairs to sit and giving MOCK CAT which meant for the future managers who will drive the Nation's economy in one way or the other. It was quite heavy thought na....Actually, all of us have gone through that phase and I bet all love those small chairs in their schools more than those in their colleges n all. Even we love those schoolmarmish moments; obviously realization usually comes after schooling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had around 20 minutes to visualize Baljinder as in his childhood age and trust me it was an awesome feeling. Although I was never a day dreamer but with time, as I started giving time to myself, I must say I have become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of asking a silly doubt about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'How the train driver is able to drive train so fast exactly on the track?? He must be the most skilled driver..'&lt;/span&gt;, the invigilator came and told something related to test. With the first letter outing off his mouth, my visualization broke into invisible pieces and I realized that I was sitting there for MOCK CAT, not for day dreaming...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what?&lt;br /&gt;Test started and I performed to the best of my abilities.&lt;br /&gt;Still result awaited.......But there are some events of our life that are not meant to be result oriented...results that we anticipate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy your present to the fullest to ensure happy regression (during day dreaming).....:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-5658180909387974219?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5658180909387974219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=5658180909387974219&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5658180909387974219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5658180909387974219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-live-moment.html' title='Just live the moment!!!'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-6029465380114413211</id><published>2009-08-18T17:34:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:35:34.390+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Independence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shaheed Bhagat Singh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Edifying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Salute to martyrs'/><title type='text'>Pigheaded Deafness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have a habit of reading newspapers. Moreover, I like to read short stories published in Sunday's punjabi newspaper whenever I get a chance or if I am at home. Punjabi literature is so great that has always remained under shadowed. If I remember correctly, I had read a short story in the newspaper last year which touched me a lot. On the eve of independence day, it came to my mind and I decided to share it with my friends. I gathered it from my sub-conscious and tried to put it on paper. Here it goes in my words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day he waited for last two weeks. He finished his last lecture for the day, gathered his stuff and left the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramjeet Singh, a middle-aged man in his late fifties, was a teacher at the only high school in his village. He was a sophisticated person who believes in doing rather than talking. Being son of a freedom fighter, he was very patriotic. His day to day schedule was so busy that he couldn’t even afford to fall sick on any day including Sunday. After school, he offered free teaching to the poor children of the village who can’t afford the school fees. Sometimes, he wished he runs his own school with a very nominal fee. He had one vision of removing illiteracy from his country and removing it from his village was the first step towards it, as he usually says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today he left all his evening tasks behind to accomplish the “Jagruti Rally” successfully. Today was 23rd March, martyrdom day of Shaheed Bhagat Singh. Despite of the regular efforts of some organizations to get it declared as a National holiday, it was still not. Paramjeet doesn’t think much about these issues. He usually says these things hardly matters until and unless you follow these Great Personalities’ principles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a lot of work at his hands as he had to buy candles for the participants in the rally. The purpose of this rally was to remember Bhagat Singh’s sacrifices that he had made to make all of us free from the British rulers. Paramjeet thought that today’s generation is forgetting the sacrifices of martyrs of this country. In this regard, he strongly supported the organizations’ plea to declare martyrdom day of Shaheed Bhagat Singh a National Holiday.  At least, people would remember him in some way. The rally was to begin from the famous ‘Dussera Ground’, where all had to gather at 6 o’clock in the evening and was to end at ‘Village Common Club’ around 7 o’clock.  Paramjeet hadn’t collected any funds for the rally organization. He had himself gone door to door to edify people about the significance of this rally and inspired them to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already 5:30 PM and he was still in the market buying necessary stuff for the rally. He finished it as soon as he could and started walking towards ‘Dussera Ground’. He had asked all the young lads of the village to be there well before 6 PM. He didn’t want them to wait there, so he got faster.&lt;br /&gt;He reached there well before 6 o’clock. Still, nobody was there.  He waited, waited and waited for more than an hour but nobody put their feet out of the house to join the rally. He became very sad, felt distressed. He was walking very slowly and thinking...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how much this nation’s thinking has changed now...what martyrs will be thinking in the heaven...whether it was worth to sacrifice their live for this kind of future where the people don’t even bother to join a rally in their remembrance&lt;/span&gt;.. He was digging deep into his thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a smile engendered on his face. He saw a mild flash of light, seems to be of a candle, little far into the narrow road on his left. As he approached further, he felt a jerk back and he was stunned. What he saw was unbelievable to him. Three boys were consuming &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cannabis&lt;/span&gt;. He just got dumbfounded for a second. He couldn’t move from his place as his feet had been dug into ice and he fell down. Listening to the sound of his fall, the boys ran away leaving behind the symbol for the day. Paramjeet was still observing all this. He felt disheartened at their ‘pigheaded deafness’ inspite of his soul’s commotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-6029465380114413211?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6029465380114413211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=6029465380114413211&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/6029465380114413211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/6029465380114413211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/08/pigheaded-deafness.html' title='Pigheaded Deafness'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-4773461693759106701</id><published>2009-08-05T15:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:35:09.818+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Many people have written about it, many have spoken about it and all have thought about it. Its nothing but "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is happy sometimes, miserable sometimes and normal the other times. Life has a cycle. It runs all the time...never get stopped. A normal person, who doesn't bother about the proceedings of life, may have to completely dig into this cycle because life knows how to handle humans but we, humans, don't know how to handle life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person may become more sad n lusty if life has provided him a taste of it. One thing we always forgot is that life is dynamic. Nothing is going to sustain here...even we are not gonna sustain forever on this earth. Here, life is  clever. It appeals to us that the present moment gonna stay forever. One got indulged in it and won't be able to get ready for the next change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, people say "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Enjoy the present to the fullest and forget about the past &amp; future&lt;/span&gt;". It may not be suited for intuitive persons. If one wants to grow as a person, he has to be intuitive. There is always a scope of growth, if not financially or professionally, but as a person. In short, we anticipate our future position. The non-fulfillment of our anticipation makes us  sad. In turn, its fulfillment take us to the top floor of the building of life. Isn't it in our hands then to feel happy or sad???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't anticipate!!!!! It doesn't make sense...right? yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't like to live a dull life. The need is to anticipate with full perseverance &lt;br /&gt;and consistently. It makes our belief strong enough to force life to change its move. Happiness in our life depends upon our own perception. How much positive perception we have, decides degree and longevity of happiness in our life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have a strong belief in yourself and your anticipation....It will lead to a happier life...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; am really getting bored in office. There is hardly any work today because my boss is on leave because of Raksha Bandhan. So, I am writing this post with my instant thinking. No furnishing of my thoughts at all.....&lt;/span&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-4773461693759106701?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/4773461693759106701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=4773461693759106701&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/4773461693759106701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/4773461693759106701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-4655481413389851217</id><published>2009-07-22T19:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:30:50.001+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mohabbat toh ik jaaveda zindagi hai, mohabbat na ho toh kya zindagi hai&lt;/span&gt;"......one of my favorite songs these days. Its an amazing song talking continuously about love and enforcing you to be in love. Is it in one's own hands to be in love?? As far as I know Love happens I guess. I have never been in love, so no experience of true love. Should one really emphasize on 'True' when he is talking about love. I don't know who gave this kind of terminology. I think 'Love' means 'True Love' itself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was talking about the song...sorry a love song. According to this song, Life will be really miserable, dejected and afflicted without love in your life. No one wants his life to be like this. So the solution is "Fall in Love". But is it in our hands to fall in love. Quite confusing!!!!...At least for me, it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people believe that love happens. I think they are right. One starts liking someone and he/she won't be even aware of that. That's how love happens to be. I also think the same way............?????? May be not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to write whatever I felt yesterday night when I had a worthy discussion with my friends on True Love (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;even I am emphasizing on 'True'&lt;/span&gt;). Being an argumentative, I argued as I had been an expert on the topic. But really, I said whatever I felt that night about love. It may seem absurd because I have never been in love or may be some appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of view: Obviously it is in our own hands to love someone rather I ll call it 'falling in love'. Practically, most of the people usually come close enough to feel love is through movies. We start liking a particular character in a movie. Generally, movies' characters are hypothetical but we understand what can be practically possible and what not. So, the characteristics of that character becomes benchmark for our better half. We want our love to be like that. And whenever we saw any of those characteristics in someone, we got attracted towards her. Thats what is the tendency of most of the people. Some exceptions will always be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, conversion of Attraction into Love can happen if one finds more features in her personality, looks or nature aligned with the benchmark expectations embedded deep inside his sub-conscious. One thing I want to clarify here that whole this procedure of falling in love may look awkward. But one doesn't do this consciously. It works so clownishly that one thinks it just happened without his intervention. Thats how love develops generally. This is the sole reason for ability of most of the persons to reply when they are asked what kind of partner they want as their love. We are very specific when we dream of our love. &lt;br /&gt;Her Looks!!!&lt;br /&gt;Her Talks!!!&lt;br /&gt;Her Personality!!!&lt;br /&gt;Her Nature!!!&lt;br /&gt;And lot more expectations...:P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whether one accepts it or not, it is there in their subconscious. One kind of persons accept this fact and others leave it onto the inherent nature of 'True Love'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-4655481413389851217?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/4655481413389851217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=4655481413389851217&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/4655481413389851217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/4655481413389851217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-5710502640663729641</id><published>2009-07-20T11:57:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-20T15:09:24.292+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Information'/><title type='text'>Sorry for the Inconvenience</title><content type='html'>Hey friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry for the inconvenience that you had gone through while posting comments on my recent post. As I have fixed it, now you can give your valuable comments on my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be obliged.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-5710502640663729641?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5710502640663729641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=5710502640663729641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5710502640663729641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5710502640663729641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-for-inconvenience.html' title='Sorry for the Inconvenience'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-3357215199509617204</id><published>2009-07-17T18:16:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:41:20.893+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>This moment can also be memorable...</title><content type='html'>Usually, I visit my home every second or third weekend. But this time, one and half month had passed. So, I was little excited. Although, every time I make a plan to visit home, It makes me excited. Don't know why!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People generally prefer train journey over bus. But people in Punjab usually prefer buses. I guess bus service is too heavy there. It might be the reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being a Punjabi, I prefer bus service at least for going home. People generally prefer Haryana Roadways, just for the reason it takes 1/2-1 hr less than other bus services. It is valid on their part. Here, I make a different choice. I prefer going in Punjab Roadways. Reason for that??? Didn't know before my last visit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like listening songs on my mobile while traveling as most of person do. But,this time, I forgot my earphones to carry along. There was nothing to do then. So, I went deep into my thoughts as I usually fall into when nothing to do. So, this time this vague thought came as I am writing it..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am little bit shy in making a conversation or feeling comfortable with strangers. "Strangers": a very generic term for me. &lt;br /&gt;On the table of office meeting, a civil engineer can be a stranger for me as I am an electronics engineer. In a bus going to Jalandhar, everyone not residing in Jalandhar will be a stranger for me while on the roads of Jalandhar, everyone except my known ones will be stranger for me. In US, every Non-Indian will be a stranger for me. All in all, a person can be a stranger at one time or place but can be a known one at the other. All depends upon our perception. But its like this only.&lt;br /&gt;It can be a topic for my future blogs...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ll surely think on it&lt;/span&gt;...:P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...coming back to my bus journey.&lt;br /&gt;As I was looking for the reason and finally I found it. It was damn simple you know.&lt;br /&gt;I, always, like an aura of people whom I know to some extent. It is applicable for me everywhere, even in the bus..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft old punjabi songs in the background (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by bus driver&lt;/span&gt;), fast wind from the windows (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I always take the window seat&lt;/span&gt;), nice people around who sound familiar; all these characteristics of Punjab Roadways dominate over the so called cons like taking more time over other buses to reach its destination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I always enjoy my journey. I am sure these moments of my life will be memorable for me in the future when I will think of it...:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-3357215199509617204?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/3357215199509617204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=3357215199509617204&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/3357215199509617204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/3357215199509617204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-moment-can-also-be-memorable.html' title='This moment can also be memorable...'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-5367506652464013781</id><published>2009-07-02T12:51:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:57:24.354+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unusual Incidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sometimes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>An Unusual Incident</title><content type='html'>It was just like a usual weekend. A friend or 2 of mine came and we went out for dinner. In Noida, its always difficult to have variety in food, at least for me. Its all spicy food that a bachelor has to have every weekend. So, this time around, we decided to try a new restaurant. We headed towards the food court of multiplex cum shopping place GIP (one of the biggest mall in India).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we, 3 friends, were adjusting on the sofa seats, one of my friends found 3 movie tickets of "New york" and the show was at 10:45 PM. We just looked around for those persons who had forgot their tickets there. My friend went outside to hand over the tickets to their possessors but they were gone...How careless these people are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we decided to give this unwanted responsibility to the manager of the restaurant so that he can hand over it to their owners whenever they would realize about it and come back in search of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time, we just forgot about it and we had our food. It was delicious. It was Gujarati food. I was trying it for the very first time. It tasted really good as I had heard from my Gujarati friends although I am little biased with my homeland Punjabi food...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time was getting close to 10:30 PM but those unknown persons hadn't turned up yet for their movie tickets. Sometimes, I just wonder how people can be so careless. At least I can assure that I won't lose my things so easily. Whatever It was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, unanimously, decided that we will utilize the movie tickets in case those persons wouldn't return. Why to waste 3 tickets of such a fine movie!!!?&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be like God has sent these movie tickets for us because I don't like wasting money on such boring Bollywood movies until and unless my favorite actor's movie is there to watch. I don't know it was right to wait there for those tickets. It was looking absurd to me. I haven't done this type of thing before. But I guess it was for fun sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, It was 10:40 PM and no one turned up. The manager gave us the tickets as we were the second possessor of tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the show started....Movie was looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"22 to 24", we heard the voice. A person was pointing his finger towards the seat numbers and his finger then moved up towards us. We sensed the problem. But why the problem yar...We haven't stole something. It was just the thing like we found it somewhere. It was their mistake, not ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We explained them the things and the original possessor was happy that at last he has found his lost possession. But this incident embarrassed me although I know I haven't done anything wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were about to leave the theater in some unique way. I guess hardly anyone would have left theater this way. &lt;br /&gt;"I have something for you guys", he said calmly. &lt;br /&gt;We turned back. He was offering us 3 movie tickets. &lt;br /&gt;One of my friends gently said,"No, Thanking You".&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't bought these. Some unknown guy had given me these because he and his friends had to miss the show due to some reason.", he said.&lt;br /&gt;We were looking at each others' faces and thinking the same way. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It might get us into some other embarrassing moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we took that offer and watched the movie sitting on some other seats. &lt;br /&gt;At least, we hadn't left theater that way...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know I was not wrong at all. We acted as gentlemen at the every instant of this scene of life. So, why to regret!! couldn't find.&lt;br /&gt;May be some reader of this blog can find out....thats why I have shared this thing here....:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-5367506652464013781?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5367506652464013781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=5367506652464013781&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5367506652464013781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5367506652464013781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/07/unusual-incident.html' title='An Unusual Incident'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-2754489007314294514</id><published>2009-06-23T00:23:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:46:10.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balances of Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>My Weekend Questioned!!!</title><content type='html'>My 5 days of working got me so busy that my weekend usually turns busy in just doing rest...to compensate u know...&lt;br /&gt;Although its not my philosophy to do tit for tat but in someway my subconscious doesn't follow it. I have heard an old adage many times which roughly says "There is always a light beyond darkness"..may be in movies or from my surrounding people. Its just one example. One may get a lot more which reflects the same idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is a balanced stuff in this creation...if not in one perspective..then may be in a bigger one...But it counterbalances itself somewhere with something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tiredness got counterbalanced with my 7 hour sleep. Now a days my 5 days of hectic working job is being counterbalanced by my weekend...means whole weekend is being ruined by this bull shit counterbalancing. Am I right for thinking in this perspective? Till yesterday, I was right in my own perception.&lt;br /&gt;But while I am writing this, its changing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the thing is how much there is a need to counterbalance..thats what matters.&lt;br /&gt;We have a bad habit of measuring every single thing in quantity. Will tiredness of 5 days be overcome by resting for 2 days? Seems absurd....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;how can one compare....?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self balancing is the act that automatically runs continuously in the background. It means we don't need to make an extra effort for balancing. The creation has been running it by itself. We just need to be aware of this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am not ruining my whole weekend just for the sake of resting/counterbalancing. Instead, I am utilizing it for my betterment...n will continue doing that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of d vague thoughts of my mind...so plz be wid it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-2754489007314294514?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2754489007314294514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=2754489007314294514&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2754489007314294514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2754489007314294514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-weekend-questioned_23.html' title='My Weekend Questioned!!!'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-5125930917409429543</id><published>2009-06-15T22:32:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:53:26.013+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny incidents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Mid-Night Fear</title><content type='html'>I have done late night traveling quite few times. But so late...never. &lt;br /&gt;It was 1 o'clock on my watch n I just got off the bus. Although it was my home town but still walking at the midnight never make u feel comfortable. Most of my co-passengers left bus stand with their known persons who were already waiting there. In a span of just 2-3 minutes, I found that I was the only one left there. Obviously, I would have never let my dad come there just to pick me up. Even, I hadn't informed at home that I was coming. Otherwise, it wud have made my parents worry...quite obvious na... &lt;br /&gt;As usual, I started to find a rickshaw. There were only 1 or 2 of them I guess.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Model house, near Gurudwara....hw much&lt;/span&gt;?", I asked classically. &lt;br /&gt;"35", the rickshaw-puller replied.&lt;br /&gt;I just started walking. He was asking for too much. Although I sensed afterwords that its midnight and rates get doubled during night. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, I got one who asked for 30.&lt;br /&gt;My post-midnight journey started. &lt;br /&gt;It might had just traveled 200 meters only and 1 young guy, standing at the near left of the road, asked for lift. I just got scared for two reasons....firstly because it was midnight and secondly, how one can ask for lift from a rickshaw...?&lt;br /&gt;Much to my surprise, rickshaw-puller agreed and asked for 15 rupees. &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bhaji, koi itraaz taan nahi?&lt;/span&gt;"("&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sir, any objection?&lt;/span&gt;"), the young guy asked.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;", I replied hesitatingly.&lt;br /&gt;He sat with me and rickshaw-puller started pulling. &lt;br /&gt;A number of thoughts came to my mind. It seemed to me that these two persons are companions and they are part of a gang which robs people at night. But I had never heard of such an incident before, at least in my hometown. But, truly speaking, I got scared. I was making strategies....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wat should I do if they attacked me...should I run..Should I defend...Should I leave my stuff there and run....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, rickshaw stopped........&lt;br /&gt;That young guy got off the rickshaw, gave him the money and walked in one of the streets on the far left in that dark night. &lt;br /&gt;I sensed a sigh of relief. Then, a smile engendered on my face and Deep inside, I was laughing on myself. &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even share this incident with anyone to avoid embarrassment. &lt;br /&gt;Today, I shared it with everyone through my blog because I am aware that I haven't done anything foolish. It were just the circumstances that make people to react differently. I said proudly that I am different...may be..:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-5125930917409429543?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5125930917409429543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=5125930917409429543&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5125930917409429543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5125930917409429543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/06/mid-night-fear.html' title='Mid-Night Fear'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-9048434444606262609</id><published>2009-06-04T12:05:00.018+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:42:42.336+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self enhancement'/><title type='text'>Plus or Minus yields differently....</title><content type='html'>I am going to talk about the time when my world was very small. I was a true homely guy. I had never been around much friends..never hanged out with anyone..a simple life I had and really, I was very happy with that.&lt;br /&gt;As of now, if I compare my present life with that one, I have come a long way. I have been attached to all those things to which I had never been provided a thought. My present life seems better to me because I have experienced a lot in this time period. But of course, I love that time. There was hardly any tension on my mind except studies...all problems were directed to papa and got it solved within no time most of the time..I was just enjoying my time leisurely. It was great time, really. One thing I have learnt from that time is that I used to see positives even in the negative things. It might be an innocent thinking but it matters a lot in deciding ur destiny. &lt;br /&gt;My conscious wish was to be an electronics engr since I came to know about engg stuff. But my AIEEE rank hadn't allowed me d same. It had put mechanical engg in my pocket and I accepted it with my open arms because I started emphasizing on the positives of mechanical engg like its an evergreen branch never matters what the market conditions are favorable or not. So, I, somehow, managed to get along with it. &lt;br /&gt;Then, unexpectedly, at 2nd counseling I was offered computer science and engg and there was no one with whom I could discuss because I was in college at that time. My mechanical friends pushed me for sticking with this stream only. They started criticizing computer engg and bombarding its negative points. I was simply trapped by them but somehow I managed to think with some peace. I just thought a simple thing. At the time of counseling, I had preferred computer science over mechanical engg. So I simply accepted computer science. My future picture changed in a dramatic way and it was quite obvious as these two streams differ a lot. &lt;br /&gt;Then, The thing happened that I had never expected. After 1st year of my degree, there was a provision of up gradation that means one can change his stream depending upon his overall rank in 1st year. Luckily, I got electronics and communication engg. &lt;br /&gt;Even now, when I saw at my past, this incident or group of incidents always inspire me to dream high and I know if my will power for that would be strong then I would surely be it's possessor. One abnormal thing that makes my this life distinct from my past one is that searching for positives in current possessions. It doesn't mean one should leave his hunger for fulfilling his dreams but the thumb rule is 'Be Happy'. A happy soul always leads to a happy life. &lt;br /&gt;The crux of this incident that I follow in my life is that if one has a strong willingness to achieve something in life and it becomes an obsession for him, he will achieve it without any doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Really, it works...&lt;br /&gt;Have a positive outlook in life because ultimately it depends upon you whether to add it in ur life or subtract. no one other decides it. &lt;br /&gt;So do Plus or Minus....decide!!!! and decide ur destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-9048434444606262609?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/9048434444606262609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=9048434444606262609&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/9048434444606262609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/9048434444606262609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/06/plusminus.html' title='Plus or Minus yields differently....'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-7240529399038001173</id><published>2009-06-03T10:23:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:58:44.919+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self Awareness'/><title type='text'>Its me here...</title><content type='html'>I have never been interested in filling such questionnaires. People generally fear frm revelation of their secrets that might be reflected directly or indirectly by answering. As of now, I am at par of this fear so I started filling this one and it covered almost every aspect of my life...&lt;br /&gt;I came to know about it through Hemanth-&gt; Anwesa-&gt; Adisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really thankful to them... &lt;br /&gt;So here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LAST TIMES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Last beverage: Milk&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call: Papa&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message: My friend ‘Arun’&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to: ‘Tum meri koi nahi’ from movie ‘Socha na tha’ &lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried: Been a few months now, thankfully ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Dated someone twice: No&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on? Yes&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp; regretted it? No&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special? To best of my knowledge, No..&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed? Yes &lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk and threw up? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LIST YOUR FAVORITE THINGS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;12. My Lapi&lt;br /&gt;13. My Reading stuff and my blogs&lt;br /&gt;14. My collection of Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;15. Made new friends: Yes&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love: Yes&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried: Yes, a no of times&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you: Yes&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were: Yes , fortunately&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you: Yes, and it sounded good…really..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list: No!!&lt;br /&gt;22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life: 90% of them on Orkut and Facebook&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have: 2&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have any pets: No ..&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name: No Way..&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday: Celebrated at home with my family and it was real fun…&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today: Around 8:30 am…bad luck it was a bit late today only…sachi..:)&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night: Watching some classic videos…&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for: going home and meeting my family…:)&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your father: 1 month before :(&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: Its perfect!!!! I guess&lt;br /&gt;32. Most visited web page: www.google.co.in.. all time fav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHATS YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;33. Passion : Listening music, Writing, Reading, Expressing…&lt;br /&gt;34. Nicknames: Honey, Balli…&lt;br /&gt;35. Zodiac sign: Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;36. Male or female or transgender : Male.&lt;br /&gt;37. Elementary: Indian School&lt;br /&gt;38. School: National Model School &lt;br /&gt;39. Colleges: National Institute of Technology, Jalandhar&lt;br /&gt;40. Hair color: Black&lt;br /&gt;41. Long or short: Hardly matters..:)&lt;br /&gt;42. Height: 5’ 9”&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you have a crush on someone? Yes…but it was sometimes back..&lt;br /&gt;44. Ever been in love? Ya…one sided..&lt;br /&gt;45. Piercings? Piercings in Ears – N.A&lt;br /&gt;46. Tattoos? No Wayyy&lt;br /&gt;47. Righty or lefty: Right side prone&lt;br /&gt;48. First surgery: A light one on throat in my childhood…&lt;br /&gt;49. First piercing: N.A.&lt;br /&gt;50. First best friend: Rohit; met him in college…&lt;br /&gt;51. First sport you loved: Cricket…biggest fan..really..:)&lt;br /&gt;52. First pet : N.A&lt;br /&gt;53. First vacation: havn’t got any vacation yet…&lt;br /&gt;54. First concert: Euphoria came in PEC, Chandigarh ...&lt;br /&gt;55. First crush: Her name was Anu; During my training at CDAC, Mohali…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;56. Eating: Ate 2 bananas…&lt;br /&gt;57. Drinking: Water&lt;br /&gt;58. I'm about to: save this to my lapi n going to bed…&lt;br /&gt;59. Listening to: hissy sound of fan…&lt;br /&gt;60. Waiting for: finishing this….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;61. Want kids? Yeah….&lt;br /&gt;62. Want to get married? Yeah..of course…silly question..hehe&lt;br /&gt;63. Careers in mind? CEO of a well established MNC….it ll get into reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;64. Lips or eyes: Eyes…I usually go deep in them…&lt;br /&gt;65. Hugs or kisses: Both&lt;br /&gt;66. Shorter or taller: Doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;67. Older or Younger: Younger&lt;br /&gt;68. Romantic or spontaneous: hardly matters..&lt;br /&gt;69. Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms..:)&lt;br /&gt;70. Sensitive or loud: Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;71. Hook-up or relationship: Relationship&lt;br /&gt;72. Trouble maker or hesitant: Hesitant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;73. Kissed a stranger: No…&lt;br /&gt;74. Lost glasses/contacts: Yeah, lost glasses many times…&lt;br /&gt;76. Broken someone's heart: Nopess....not intentionally…sure…&lt;br /&gt;77. Had your own heart broken: Yeah ...&lt;br /&gt;78. Been arrested: Huh ?!&lt;br /&gt;79. Turned someone down: Yes&lt;br /&gt;80. Cried when someone died: Yes….&lt;br /&gt;81. Liked a friend that is a girl? Yeah…a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;81. Yourself: Yeah…from sometime before it started....&lt;br /&gt;82. Miracles: Yeaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;83. God: Yes ...&lt;br /&gt;84. Love at first sight: No..its not love..its just attraction at first sight..&lt;br /&gt;85. Heaven: can’t say…heaven is smwre on earth I guess… &lt;br /&gt;86. Santa Claus: Hehehehee..&lt;br /&gt;87. Kiss on the first date? Might be if first date got extended a little bit more…&lt;br /&gt;88. Angels: Yes…again they are on earth…I have found several..&lt;br /&gt;89. Devils: they are everywhere in us….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;90. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Yes, my mom !&lt;br /&gt;91. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? No..&lt;br /&gt;92. Wanted to kill someone ever? Yeaaa, but that was immaturity…hehe&lt;br /&gt;93. Among you blog mates, whom would you like to kiss? No one 4 the time being…&lt;br /&gt;94. Committed a blunder and regretted later? Ya..it happens man…&lt;br /&gt;95. Wanted to steal you friend's boyfriend / girlfriend? Never….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Associate with something you wear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;96. White: Shirt/T-shirt&lt;br /&gt;97. Black: Trousers&lt;br /&gt;98. Brown: Socks/Shoes &lt;br /&gt;99. Blue: Turban&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? Yeah..first time in my life..so much truths consecutively… :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-7240529399038001173?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7240529399038001173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=7240529399038001173&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7240529399038001173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7240529399038001173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-me-here.html' title='Its me here...'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-5161063582490914111</id><published>2009-06-01T15:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:03:42.702+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Successful People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time pass'/><title type='text'>Road from vagueness to conspicuousness</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in my office with no work at my hands presently. Whenever one sits idle, vague thoughts start coming in your mind. Sometimes, these vague thoughts helps in improving your understanding and also one old saying is that one can control his thoughts. Its all n all a different talk what I want to talk today.&lt;br /&gt;Well...my thought is a little bit confusing. Its that whether success makes a person efficient or inefficient? It needs a little bit of thinking. I am thinking of the persons who have succeed in their lives and I found that they are still working as much efficiency as they were working when they were unsuccessful. What is the force behind them that is making them striving hard for something beyond success? I am not able to find a reason for that.&lt;br /&gt;I am still thinking...thinking and thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;Yes....I found it out.&lt;br /&gt;although its quite obvious but it requires mentioning because normally we lack in life just due to not following obvious things.&lt;br /&gt;Successful people don't do different things, they just do normal things differently. They are aware of the things that matter in deciding their destiny. So, simply they follow them and get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;Ok...now I got near by of the answer to my confusion. But then what is the thing that keeps a normal person away from success even if he is aware of the the things that matter.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...valid query I guess...&lt;br /&gt;Its willpower I think.....???&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it can be willpower only because it differs from person to person. If one can bring an unbeatable willpower within himself, then he, surely, can be successful in life.&lt;br /&gt;One thing more what success means for an individual....it creates a lot of differences. Today's world's most successful people never stayed down. They always keep revisiting their goals and accomplishing them quite comfortably at the mental level. No wonder, their will be material difficulties in the path of success. So, more importantly, a person must be comfortable at his mental level.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have a goal n I was just lacking somewhat in the willpower before writing this blog. Now, I have the strong willpower as I had to accomplish my previous goal. I am sure that I will accomplish this one also and will keep revisiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;This vague thought had a great output. It reincarnated my will for another success...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-5161063582490914111?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5161063582490914111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=5161063582490914111&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5161063582490914111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5161063582490914111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-from-vagueness-to-conspicuousness.html' title='Road from vagueness to conspicuousness'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-3015838409481871828</id><published>2009-04-25T21:21:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-22T19:46:57.668+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoyment'/><title type='text'>Rare Dedications-II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Usually I like things changing gradually instead of instant changes and that's how my friends' circle was building up in singrauli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So then I came in contact with some of north Indian guys and then the list starts growing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;: We call him lander pal with love. He was the first person whom I have observed. Unique hair style, murmuring most of the time were some of qualities that make him more noticeable. Actually I came to know afterwords that all this was to impress girls but I couldn't understand that why he was doing it in singrauli...where boy:girl sex ratio was 62:0....it might not be right according to mathematics..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He is the most 'vehla' person I have ever seen. But he felt very tensed usually just because of shortage of girlfriends for him although he had 2 at singrauli...But at heart he is really a nice person...tats all I ll write abt u lander...nothing more nothing less...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bhai&lt;/span&gt;: Now a days I started calling my each friend 'bhai' just because Amit Sharma is my friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He must have made at least 40 bhais out of 62 trainees there and fortunately, I was 1 of them. It was the speciality of Sharma. He ll always be available 4 ur help..little bit stingy but for himself...m sure he ll learn the technique of spending by the time or by his better half...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo Parikh&lt;/span&gt;: He is my foremost 'yo' friend. He is a unique personality...ye original piece hai...Truely speaking I can't tell u much abt him..he has sm unique traits like his decision making ability is awesome..only he can take decision at a critical situation when others can't even think abt it. well..more u can read his blog..he is a nice blogger....read it..may be u can understand him n plz contact me if u could understand him...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chacha Jaan&lt;/span&gt;: Now at last but not the least comes our own chacha jaan..yes it is Neeraj Bansal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A guy from land of Punjab..a true punjabi with some exceptions that only he can provide..plz don't mind chacha...hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really...he is a person with forever smile on his face...a nice guy to be with...he is quite an organised person if one talks abt his PC...can u imagine he has a database for movies in the harddisk...well really an exceptional organizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tats all from singrauli....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The journey of Life makes ur interaction with a lot of persons but some make a stay in ur heart.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-3015838409481871828?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/3015838409481871828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=3015838409481871828&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/3015838409481871828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/3015838409481871828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/04/rare-dedications-ii.html' title='Rare Dedications-II'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-6918154714597602415</id><published>2009-03-31T18:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:05:25.348+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enjoyment'/><title type='text'>Rare Dedications-I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;One of the toughest task is to leave habitual things or places. In my life, I realized it when I left my college after my B.Tech. But the memories of all those moments, that we have cherished together, time spent in the college, teasing each other n all, ll be lively in my heart forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Life goes on irrespective of all the hurdles. As I was entering into my job, I was really excited...Yeah it was bcoz thats for what we all had been striving since our childhood...earning a livelihood...the ultimate aim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I was little bit curious about the working environment. although I had learnt about it from my seniors that NTPC ll give an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;ashy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; environment in the training period. But still I was looking it more like a professional job. And yes I had always dreamt about a more professional environment that I want to get in my job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My training posting was NTPC Singrauli(UP) plant. It was quite remote. In the start, it seemed quite boring....nothing to go for...no good restaurant...no theaters...just a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;thik-thak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; market....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Life was turning out to be little monotonous...boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;As TIME is the greatest magician. It has the solution for everything...cure to every disease...salve to every emotion. So, gradually we all 24 C&amp;amp;I people started interacting or rather I say I started it gradually bcoz I always be a little bit laissez-fair in making friends. I was little bit lucky bcoz Panda, my college friend, was also here in Singrauli only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panda:&lt;/span&gt; Panda...Tarun...Bhoru...This guy is live example of a bhoru....quite dominating personality..has a constant expressive face...some faculties also pointed out his this quality...hehehe... He is a desperate to do something...mostly on some controversial issues.. A hard core Varun Gandhi fan.. He possesses all the qualities that a politician needs.... m sure he ll do something in life..MBA, MS or IAS.... But seroiusly he is a true friend..always stands by me irrespective of the situation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Thanx veere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My foremost conversations were with Andu, Patra and Benga. Slowly, they became my good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Andu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;: He is the most adorable guy I have come in contact with...alltime smiling face...loves sleep the most...In fact, many times he has put his a day salary on stake just for his sleep...so seepy guy..first time I have seen in my life span...Eating maggi in his room..ahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;kya tasty maggi banata hai yaar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;great maggi-maker...got some useful tips also on badminton from him...&lt;br /&gt;I always thought him as a slogan "Don't worry Be happy".....Just keep it up dude.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Patra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;: First time I had heard this sirname....but its quite common in Orrisa....Non-Veg state of India...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;bahut chicken peltaa hai Patra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;....he still behaves like a child only...I guess he has never tried to grow up...its really have been a gr8 fun to tease him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;panda to mast leta hai uski...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I have heard abt his anger on touching some part of his body..Panda tried it once and faced the hard consequences. So, I hv never tried it...won't ever dare to do it in future...whatever it is, he has mede me learn a word that I hv never used except in the writing hindi essays in far back 10th class...that word is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;dost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;....thanx dost.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Benga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;: He is the real brand....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Puma to fav brand hai dost ka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;got a lovely name here and guys started calling him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Brandy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt; Quite intelligent guy...He has taken a viva session of almost every faculty who has come for our class...and really faculty put his knees down when he starts his questions fire...One thing more, he has around 3 or 4 hometowns.... Dadri... Kolkata... Patna... Farakka....might be m forgetting others...hehehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;But all in all, he is a really gr8 friend to have...m sure he ll bell the CAT next time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Thanx 4 being my friend....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Well..quite heavy session...So wait 4 my next post to know abt rest of my friends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-6918154714597602415?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/6918154714597602415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=6918154714597602415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/6918154714597602415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/6918154714597602415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/rare-dedications-1.html' title='Rare Dedications-I'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-914773533236900304</id><published>2009-03-25T00:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:01:06.399+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Go on.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I always tried my best to be happy with my current possessions but is it really possible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Most of us tries to condone this thinking to ourselves.... and its not completely wrong also... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but one should be honest with himself at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I had entered to my college for engineering studies. It meant a lot to me to get a chance to study in one of India's most prestigious institutes. It was really very satisfactory to see that my college had around 70% placement as per statistics available at the time of my entrance. Suddenly, placements surged up to a new high and some of my seniors got multiple placement offers when I was in 3rd year...thanks to IT boom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Getting one placement will be a big thing for me'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This was the talk of past.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now, I wanted at least 2 placements and those also of my choice. I had become a little bit choosy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I always wanted to got placed in accenture...and somehow I got it also....but my appetite increased as I guess I was expecting this. I got another placement offer and I joined as per market influences......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Now what!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I got a good job but still I usually ask myself "Are you happy, Baljinder"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As I guess I was expecting the answer " Still, I lack something "....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No....I was not lacking anything. In fact, I got more than I had demanded for...of course from myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The thing is...My appetite is increasing exponentially. May be it ll be dangerous at some point of time but what I know its good to face it rather than bury it somewhere deep. This increase in my appetite is my motivation and without any motivation, life is really dull. So I am happy to have it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lets see where it takes me or rather where I stop....after all its in my hands to stop or go on......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-914773533236900304?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/914773533236900304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=914773533236900304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/914773533236900304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/914773533236900304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/go-on.html' title='Go on.....'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-5949827128504940505</id><published>2009-03-03T22:16:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:27:26.422+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surprise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Someone has rightly said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life is full of surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today I realized the inherent meaning of this beautiful saying.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A kind of lethargic period of my training was going on till today evening. All kind of evaluations were finished based on which our final posting was to be decided. I was just chilling around bcoz I did pretty well in this so called evaluation and definitely I would get d final posting in NCR region. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;As per my usual routine I went to market today evening to have some market outlook. One of my friends gave me a shocking news of re-examination. It was there because some guys opposed some negative marking clarification issue in the previous exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Wat is dis yaar" - this was the very first sentence that could come out of my mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It was not really shocking but yeah.... It was really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SURPRISING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, picture is not very much clear about this happening all of a sudden...&lt;br /&gt;So some more surprises ahead!!!&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ab NTPC ki life kuch challenging lag rahi hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-5949827128504940505?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5949827128504940505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=5949827128504940505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5949827128504940505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5949827128504940505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-943271566122958481</id><published>2009-02-23T18:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:36:12.253+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"If you think you are beaten, you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you think you dare not, you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;If you like to win, but you think you can't,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It is almost certain you won't."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"If you think you are lost, you're lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;For out of the world we find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Success begins with a fellow's will-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It's all in the state of mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"If you think you are outclassed, you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You've got to think high to rise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You've got to be sure of yourself before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;You can ever win a prize."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Life's battles don't always go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To the stronger or faster man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But soon or late the man who wins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Is the man WHO THINKS HE CAN!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Just observe the words, and you will catch the deep meaning of the poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-943271566122958481?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/943271566122958481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=943271566122958481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/943271566122958481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/943271566122958481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/02/auto-suggestion.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-7647723360370584542</id><published>2009-02-20T18:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:07:44.136+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I bargained with life for a penny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And life would pay no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;However I begged at evening,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When I counted my scanty store."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"For life is a just employer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;He gives you what you ask,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But once you have set the wages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Why you must bear the task."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"I worked for a menial's hire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Only to learn, dismayed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That any wage I had asked of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Life would have willingly paid."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;No more effort is required to aim high in life, to demand abundance and prosperity, than is required to accept misery and poverty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-7647723360370584542?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/7647723360370584542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=7647723360370584542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7647723360370584542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/7647723360370584542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/02/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-2262261982312616725</id><published>2009-02-14T19:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:29:58.576+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cognition'/><title type='text'>Cognitive Psychology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I am not at all an introvert person, rather I never was. But somehow I managed to think a little bit alone and a thought comes to my mind that most of the things that we do or decisions we take are actually based on conjecture. One may wonder why dis awkward thought comes to my mind..there are a lot of other things to think... Actually it happened all of a sudden. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Last week, I was just giving a cursory glance on the word list of 'Word Power Made Easy' and then a word 'CONJECTURE' forced me to stop my flying glance and made me think about dis bullshit word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I suppose all of us must have heard dis clause "Nothing is perfect in this world". I completely agree with dis one. People generally construe their views based on half-truths. If one agrees with the above clause then one has to be in complete confluence with conjectural decisions that we generally take and lives in this lied thought that we have done nothing wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I don't know about the others but my philosophy of life is "Never hurt anyone". I practice this as much as I can. It provide me a kind of inner satisfaction just bcoz I havn't hurt anyone in my entire life. But after this awkward thought coming to my mind, I am being forced to rethink upon my practice. I was just judging myself in my own view...How can I be wrong!!! It has to be in confluence with myself, afterall these are my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;One's actions r nothing but just d reflection of his/her thoughts. If our thoughts are contradicting with d real truth then how can we expect our actions to be aligned with d real truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So, my point of view is that "No one is perfect or imperfect in dis world". It might not make any sense for some but thats what I feel. All r on the same platform and ll remain forever. No one is greater than the other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But we all know that everyone is unique. Person A can't be like person B in all respects. All r acting like a processor which processes the thoughts in d same way but what matters is what actually the thoughts are??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes, thoughts come from congnitive power/style that differs for everyone. No two humans in dis world hv d same congnitive power/style. Thats where d difference comes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ab kaafi ho gaya na!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;So the crux of all this writing is that inspite of working on ur actions, work on ur congnitive style/power.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-2262261982312616725?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/2262261982312616725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=2262261982312616725&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2262261982312616725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/2262261982312616725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/02/congnitive-style.html' title='Cognitive Psychology'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-554329362966466162</id><published>2009-02-13T01:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T02:15:44.307+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Achievement'/><title type='text'>Alarming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At 6 o'clock&lt;/span&gt;, alarm was just doing its routine job(ringing)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As usual half-slept, I just thrashed my palm on d alarm and put it on snooze. It continues for 3-4 times in a span of 2 hrs... Sometimes I wonder how accurate I am that everytime m getting it on d alarm snoozing tip of d clock..i mean it seems amazing to me...But but but now it has changed. I have started pulling myself out of d bed as soon as d alarm rings (at d very 1st time)...How all dis happened??? To find out d answer, I just rush back in my mind and tried to find out d cause of dis strange happening in my life for d very 1st time....and finally I got it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                            Somewhere in Oct-Nov'08, I had a module named "Neuro-Linguistic Programming" as part of my training at company premisis. The guy 'Eddy'(strange name na!!) had told us some amazing things...m quite sure that we all think abt those things at some pt of time in our life..Now d million dollar question is 'Exactly what were those things?'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well..it may seem strange to u..please be wid it...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                           Whatever happens in our life to us, its all because of us only..ya u got it right. Our thoughts trigger our actions...(yeh sab eddy bhai ne kaha hai yaar..mera koi haath nahi hai isme.). I guess thats why most of d connoisseurs say "Think Positive". It just struck to me and my inner voice was just saying 'Yeah'. It sounded gr8, really gr8...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;                           From then onwards, little changes happened in my life. More importantly, I have founded, rather discovered a goal in my life. Now i know what exactly I want in my life and how to achieve it and I suppose getting up early in d morning is a sub-path of d pathway which is heading towards my success. Really guys its working for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;(Hey readers...its my 1st write-up..i know its not much gud..thanx for bearing wid it..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-554329362966466162?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/554329362966466162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=554329362966466162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/554329362966466162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/554329362966466162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/02/alarming.html' title='Alarming!!!'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2149080850725904576.post-5270407107737529540</id><published>2009-02-10T22:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:27:33.159+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Feelings of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I may not get to see u as often as I like. I may not hold u in my arms all through d night. But deep in my heart I truely know you're d one that I love, and I can't let u go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2149080850725904576-5270407107737529540?l=meetbaljinder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/feeds/5270407107737529540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2149080850725904576&amp;postID=5270407107737529540&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5270407107737529540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2149080850725904576/posts/default/5270407107737529540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://meetbaljinder.blogspot.com/2009/02/feelings-of-love.html' title='Feelings of Love'/><author><name>Baljinder Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16174326939958474380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LACFTKr0o28/Tpxzw4hiuhI/AAAAAAAAALI/med3a3Zrww0/s220/IMG_3826.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
