tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51338387651501737502024-03-06T05:09:26.248+05:30Mithyaa..ब्रह्म सत्यं जगन्मिथ्या ll The Only Universal truth is that this whole world is an illusionShantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-35471970196454679572015-03-31T12:48:00.002+05:302017-06-22T01:08:48.218+05:30Wishlist - 10 things I want to do before see off! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Well, this is something that I have always wanted to jot down.</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">These are THE shortlisted 10 that I want to accomplish before I see the almighty.</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In every to accomplish statements you will find a touch of travelling and moving around. This is because I was born with gypsy soul.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">1. To L</span><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">ive in the world's most fantastic places for 1 month each!</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Serengeti .</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Man, I can forego anything for this! </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">For all the flora and fauna at these amazing places ANYTHING!!.</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In India, I have explored quite a few jungles but the craziness that goes on within the Amazon and Serengeti is priceless.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">2. Adventure sports: </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Yes, right now bungee jumping and sky diving are on my agenda. Can't think of scuba yet. I'm aquaphobic you see !</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">3. Become a lecturer of an off beat subject:</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> I always knew I'm a good teacher( forgive my overconfidence)</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">As for my domain subject, I was a visiting faculty to college from Nov to Feb. But apart from my domain subject I would like to teach subjects like problem solving, importance of travelling, Who is Rabindranath Tagore, so on..</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">4. Bunking office:</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"> Writing this on behalf of many poor souls like me. </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I want to bunk office and go for a bike ride alone. And hope to fulfil it in this coming monsoon(hopefully).</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">5. Want to be known as artist and not a professional:</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I've always wanted this and I think I'm on the right track . It's usually when my physical battery goes off .</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I always wish that i should be known as an artist instead of a professional who ran in a rat race and raced to never win it. I have already started with a few portraits, hoping to learn a genre of dance and guitar soon. Even the thought of it is like 'woah! what a feeling' . </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Not only will I stop at that, after running for a mil in this, I want to see me discussing some cool stuff with other artists too.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">6. Witnessing the FIFA World Cup: </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">In fact, this one should be No. 1 in this list. Football is not my sort of sport but being a part of the waves of cheering and witnessing the most followed sport in the world live surely gives me goosebumps.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">7. A visit to Istabnbul, Funchal and Disney land: Yes, for a few years now these cities have been crossing my mind currently im transported there by merely just a few reads but optimistically someday! One-day exploring them will be on the top of my priority lists.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">8. To participate in a triathlon: </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">This is because even thinking of it is like challenging myself. Here more than age what matters is mental fortitude. Swimming, riding and running... come on let's push our limits . </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">9. See an active volcano: </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">There are 500 active volcanoes around the world. I want to see the one either of these I.e. the ones in Iceland, Italy, Japan, Costa Rica or Hawaii.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">10. Want to love not hate .. : </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I'm not the one to hate someone easily but once I do I'm a cold blooded home sapien!</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I'd like to not be but i guess it's inherited! Well one day as the rest on my to accomplish list..</span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I HOPEFULLY WILL OVER COME IT ! </span><br />
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Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-2191036659768591772015-03-19T17:17:00.001+05:302017-07-02T16:42:50.730+05:30Guru <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">India is such place where you tend to get motivated or demotivate
from very contrasting strange things. For example, our Gods.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Apart from the
debate of theism or atheism, let us get it straight to the point where people in our country worships
idols, images, photo frames, computer screens with Gods or demigods, pendants
etc. and apparently get lot more energy to sail through their fates and ill fates. </span></span><br />
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other hand, many of the times we see them knocking the doors of tantriks, babas
or other spiritually enriched demigods to get rid of deadly diseases or to get
hidden treasures or even for a baby,yes it stands true today at this
point of time when I'm writing this article and your are reading this. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">This scenario is presented by many movies, books and
documentaries. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">But wait ! my question was different. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Is it really necessary to inherit
this? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Why can't we teach our children values of hard work, sacrifices, self
control instead? </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Why can't just we make them brave enough to think logically
and choose what they want? <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">These questions haunted me during my formative years like a pimple
on my face. At<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="https://housing.com/lookup" target="_blank">home</a> there was a faint possibility that I would ever get an answer. Then , my teachers were my only hope. All of whom I met during my college years i.e. graduation and post graduation, affirmed me that
even though these things are inherited it’s up to me to carry the burden or
not. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Children during their toddler and adolescent stages have a very fragile and
innocent mind. Those are the only years where you can work on their mindset and make them brave enough to change their apparent fate, to stand for what they feel and to
push themselves beyond their limits.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Similarly, in the same region called India, there exists two more
religions, Doctors and Engineers. Even before the baby is born, her/his parents have already decided their fate! here it is not to be or not to be ! here it is to be a doctor or an engineer. So, based on parent's current
profession this decision is taken. It doesn't stop here. Even those parents,
who are not doctors or engineers, also want their unborn baby to be one.
Hypocrisy at its best.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">A similar kind of malignant spirit used to haunt my family too, And I being me wanted to become a forest officer, yeah! a big blow to the society where I lived.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Again, my teachers were my saviours. They played important
roles in my upbringing along with my parents. Today, I have 3 post graduate
degrees in life sciences, wild life and forestry along with one in management.
Although I don’t practice forestry, wild life and ornithology i do a lot of bird watching on a regular basis.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">I have published two research papers with well known publications on rare birds. I cannot measure this or quantify this
in terms of money , But the satisfaction I get of what and when I do it is intangible. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">For every pupil in India, a teacher is a blessing. I could have never imagined today without them.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">India has a tradition Gurudakshina(a type of fee for his/her service to you). a few years ago, during a school get-together, one of our students asked our
teacher what did she want or would like us to give her as a Gurudakshina. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">She
humbly said, "Be a teacher to someone". As far as, we have such
teachers India is unstoppable and life will be full hope, positivism and
optimism. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Today, I'm trying to follow her example. I do not get a lot of time
from my corporate job to spare with students, but I make sure to spend 3
weeks of December and January with them. I usually teach them something
which they do not find in their books, like some niche skills.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It's been 2.5 years, I'm following this practice and I hope to continue this for a better
India, for a better future. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">It’s a virtuous circle. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-56426440486163665242014-03-08T11:38:00.001+05:302014-03-08T11:38:26.837+05:30What We Can All Learn from Matthew McConaughey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Hi.. Found this article by Gurbaksh Chahal in my LinkedIn network. Truly Awesome and inspiring.. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">On March 2nd, 2014 Matthew McConnaughey won the Oscar for Best Actor in a Motion Picture: Dallas Buyers Club.</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What I most liked about the Oscars was actually his speech. It was powerful and resonated with me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In his acceptance speech, he mentioned: <em style="border: 0px; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">There are three things that I need each day. One, I need something to look up to, another to look forward to, and another is someone to chase.</em></span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><strong style="border: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-variant: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Something to Look Up to<br /></strong>He mentioned God as a person he looks up to. God has shown him that it’s a scientific fact that gratitude reciprocates. So, whatever you believe in – a higher power, the law of attraction or just karma, if you have someone greater to look up to – they become your guiding force toward success. As well as, humble you during your good and bad days. Symbolically, they also provide the hope we need to continue and fight for what we believe in.</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">He mentioned he was always chasing the 10-year-older version of himself - even today. I find that quite humbling. Because, it shows us that the biggest role models we can actually have is ourselves. As we get older, we get wiser, we learn from our mistakes and we prosper as human beings. <em style="border: 0px; font-variant: inherit; font-weight: inherit; line-height: inherit; margin: 0px; outline: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Never read the headlines, be your own headline</em>. Perfection is hard to chase, but if you're chasing the future you – you’ll know the power you have is actually limitless.</span></div>
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Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-7741768944539337332014-01-10T16:59:00.002+05:302014-01-10T16:59:50.042+05:30Oye Nikki..Nikki oyee..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: orange;">There are some unfathomable souls who gets to meet some unfathomable souls and bonded with nothing but the true energies. Nikita is one such soul. There was no such logical reason that anyone, including me, can convince Niki and Me are friends. But then, there is something called destiny or whatever invisible energies of "Kaynat" which brought us in this loop. Blogger, its name.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;"><b>Scene 1: 2009 - 10 : </b> Total rush of adrenaline had engulfed and i was writing like crazy on blogger. Then one day, one comment pinged on my blog.. And since then, its on n on n on n on..@@@...!!! I so much remember that time Niki..when we all bloggers used to have so much fun, commenting on each others posts. May it be Sonal, Dipti, Splurja, swati.. All our posts were so random and heart touching. In midst of this randomness there was certainly some special connections with Niki..its above anything, without expectations, so holy and pure warmth. </span><br />
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<b style="color: orange; text-align: left;">Scene 2: 2010-2012 : </b><span style="color: orange; text-align: left;"> By this time, me n Niki had started chatting over a phone, it was like crazy.. how can we be so good friends without even seeing each other. We shared almost all our ups, downs, blues, pinks everything. how can I forget to mention..She had one angel in her life!! It was her truly a struggling period. Her posts were so intense in these days that sometime I used to get worried for her. I proudly salute spirit and patience she kept during this period. I was a silent witness in her life, just looking at her and praying for her love and well being. Meanwhile, I also got married in November 2012 but we were still the buddies. I wanted her to come for my wedding but it was not easy for a girl and I understand that. </span></div>
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<span style="color: orange;"><b>Scene 3: 2013 aaya n fir 2014: </b> As they say, one day you get the "Fal" (fruits) of all the patience you keep for long. How Niki can be an exception!! I was soo happy when she gave me a good that she is getting married to her angel. And then no looking back. When I saw her in saree, fainting was the only option that was left for me, she was looking so gorgeous. Its so so good to her happy and with the man she always wanted to be with. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Coincidently, today is her angel's birthday ( I don't his name till now), I wish both of them all the luck and a happy married life. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Nikki, ek patiala meri taraf se oyee.. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">P.S: Nikki I took 4 days to write this as I was totally out of blogging. Thanks to for being an inspiration. n formatting mistakes mat dekh.. u know mee. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Have fun. majja karo.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Rest on whatsapp n FB. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Love u loaaddssss.. take care. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">Love,</span><br />
<span style="color: orange;">Shanuu.. </span><br />
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Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-9884781508623875852012-10-09T12:33:00.000+05:302017-07-02T16:43:37.631+05:30Life Lessons and a Beer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not
enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 Beers.</span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">A
professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.
When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise
jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the
jar was full. They agreed that it was.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">The
professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He
shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf
balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">The
professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course,
the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full..
The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">The
professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire
contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The
students laughed..</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">'Now,'
said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this
jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things---your
family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite
passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life
would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your
job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else---the small stuff.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">'If
you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the
pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">If
you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room
for the things that are important to you.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">Pay
attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">Spend
time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents.
Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to
clean the house and mow the lawn.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">Take
care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your
priorities. The rest is just sand.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="background: white;">One
of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The
professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.' The Beer just shows you that
no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of
Beers with a friend.</span></b></span></span></div>
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Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-55268903978844782752012-03-29T11:33:00.001+05:302012-03-29T11:34:27.933+05:30Reason, Season, or Lifetime<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Found this on web. Thought to share. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Reason, Season, or Lifetime--By: Brian A. "Drew" Chalker</b></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b></b></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">What are you??? Are you a Reason a Season or a Lifetime?Pay attention to what you read. After you read this, you will know the reason it was sent to you! People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person.When someone is in your life for a REASON. . . </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then, without any wrongdoing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then people come into your life for a SEASON. Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons; things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.</div></div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-6326933506968584492011-03-06T18:33:00.001+05:302011-04-24T15:54:49.439+05:30The day I was Born..!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well.. since the time I read Tanvi birthday post, I was planning to post something like her.. But I don't think it will finish in 29 points.! Actually it was on 4th March but I was too engrossed with my best friend, Kaustubh who had came all the travelling 300km to Pune to celebrate my big day.. It was a big content when you are with your best people around you. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, coming to point. Here's who I am. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I truly believe that I am a surviver, since the day I was born. </span><br />
<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- When I was 15 days old I survived a major leg surgery. As per the index the survival chance of babies undergoing this surgery was 0.5% 27 years ago. And I was in that 0.5%. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- So, now I use footwear 10No. for left leg and 11 No. for the right one. Unique ahhh..!! It used to be my complex, but later I turned it into my uniqueness when I started treking at the age of 20. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> - Doctor had adviced to avoid that but "never say die" is me. Now I'm rock climbling trainer from JN institue of moutaineering. Kool ahh.. conquer your fears n all the theory. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Till now I have travelled across all the jungles in India. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I was using my bicycle till the age of 25., I feel surprised now. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Steve Waugh used to be my biggest inspiration in my teens and I statred believing in the Law of Attraction, The Secret when I met him and worked with him for a week. I went crazy for two months, after effects. refer my one of previous posts on Steve. He do regularly reply my mails. *Satisfaction..*</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I didn't recognise Jimmy Carter, Ex-President of the USA when he was beside me on Jimmy Carter Work Project in June 2007 at Lonavala. Later laughed and striked a conversation. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I did almost all kinds of jobs, from sweeping in chai tapri to heading an HR dept. of an MNC. Sweeping, not because I of economic problem. But I wanted to experience the problems those boys face, *early age crazy thoughts..* </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I worked for a week as a load carrier for Rs30/- a day in Bara Bazar Kolkata in one grain godown for the one I love and suffered bloody scars for 6 months. *Power of love haha..*</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I believe in "work hard..party harder.."</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I rarely lose my friends; I have retained almost most of my friends. Kedar is my oldest friend and we are together since the age 4. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I can get along with almost any person on the earth. I rarely hate anyone, but when I hate its too genuine.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I love India too much and once Im finished with India exploring I am all set to explore the world. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Dip / Bebo / Swati / Splurja are my best buddies and I want to invite them on my wedding. *Hope never dies.* </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- I found Tbg is like me..*crazy* </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- My mom is too cute and Love her like anything. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- My younger bro doesn't booze without me and he looks my elder. He's 6.5. *winks*</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Movies, Im a total movie freak. Dip n mine movie likes are almost similar. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Believes in doing crazy stuff. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Dance.. Loves to dance like crazy. Once I danced for 8 hrs..and got 5 flame shot, complementary. *stamina huuhh..*</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Girls, all are friends. Never thought bad.! Scared of marriage. *blues..*</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finally... The party pic.. with bro.</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was crazy.. Two nights had full fun. Ya, Missed my best friend Avi.. She flied to Singapore. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Till now the life is so much contended. No regrets. </span><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Shan. </span><br />
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</div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-49099153694743903792011-01-31T21:54:00.000+05:302011-01-31T21:54:51.147+05:30Departed..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">It should be "was departed.." Im not someone who easily falls in friendship, forget love n all. Im a friend with each and everyone, but my friends are very very few. And all of them who are my friends have gone through so many tough times with me and are still there for me with my swings, spins, abuses and what not.. My darlings.. !!!! </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Yesterday I came back from my one of memorable tours.. started from Jabalpur - Jaipur - Dilli - Mathura - Agra - Fatehpur Sikri - Jabalpur. Now Im shifted to Bangalore so I need to rush for bangalore so on the same day when I landed JBP, I started for Nagpur - Pune - Bangalore. Now Im in Pune. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">In morning my Mum called to tell me that my oldest friend Yogesh is getting married and was trying my old number. I was like "what the fuck... yogya is also getting married... now Im the last one in my group who is left.. F** man.!!" Khushi bhi tha n I don't know what the hell was that feeling.. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">The only thing I realized was how the heel forgot to give him my number.. not one month two months.. its damn 2 years, Im good for nothing..!! so many thoughts were going on in my mind. Im always good with remembering my beloveds phone numbers, birth dates n minor details. I knew I remember his number but was not sure that still its the same. But, anyways, thought to take a chance. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Dialled.. Not reachable.. again dialled.. he picked up.! </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me - Yogya..</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Yogya - who</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Me - "totaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllll...total timepass.." (this used to be our favorite song when we were hostelites.. Its Rani Mukherjee n Govinda's flick Hadh Kardi aapne...usme wo gaana hai "aa pyaar karen bindasss..wala") so we used to address ek dusreko TOTAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLL...</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Yogya - Saaalaa , kuttaa... blahblaha... (to much abuse..Loved it)</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Time for meeting fixed.. I never knew how it feels to meet a friend after 2 long years. Now I know, its a joy and terrific love. Want to thank God for meeting me with such a wonderful angels.. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Hardly gets emotional n all.. I have to get drunk today, Im missing her badly. ! </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">N look Bebo awarded me.. Thank you so much bebo, it may be virtual but I truly believe the prayers always plays its role even we do not meet or know each other.. You the best friend I can ever have. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </div></div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-64963751426685931212011-01-19T11:43:00.001+05:302011-01-19T14:02:29.923+05:30Journeys and Serects.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8j1XjNlu1rWxGoNk9GCUyND2B-PbOSSc_t0Yya7aOkFfDH9-FViyC4bXGne9ieen0Vd_rQh_O0msuG-UrOL4hfnXDD_ELtghdaGtFPKZG4gooE7vb0M4EOa66ZLiCtoKVfvxz6j1sr4Q/s1600/DSC00443.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8j1XjNlu1rWxGoNk9GCUyND2B-PbOSSc_t0Yya7aOkFfDH9-FViyC4bXGne9ieen0Vd_rQh_O0msuG-UrOL4hfnXDD_ELtghdaGtFPKZG4gooE7vb0M4EOa66ZLiCtoKVfvxz6j1sr4Q/s320/DSC00443.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This is my secret image, cannot upload on FB that is why sharing with you all here. Wo FB pe doorki behen n other rishtedaar hain, so you know.. Little family pange n all.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Its my favorite pic, took this snap when I was in Agra. When you come out of Taj Mahal, there is Taj Restaurant n Beer bar by Taj Group, only beer served. And its since long time, almost 9 months and some days that I didn't have beer. I was already high when I saw that ecstatic creation, Taj.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Wow.. what a time it was. I was all alone..I actually like traveling alone like this, no restrictions, no hurry, you are always in peace n happiness, you can enjoy each n every moment and can store it in your heart for the lifetime. I was already on "Cloud 9" before coming to Agra, I reached Agra via Jhansi..</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In Jhansi, I met my cousin Uncle, his Sons, his grandsons, my lovely n soooo sweet bhabhis and what not, that too after 25 years. That time I came to know my family tree is so huge and also that Im an Uncle of my nephews. They are too adorable, uploaded their pics on FB. The weather was too good when got down at Jhansi Station at 4am, it was 1 degree temperature and 10% visibility. i always get a high with such atmospheres. I was treated like a prince at home, after all 25 years was no small deal.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was just a geographical distance that kept us apart, but now "Ata me ahe naa dada (ab main hun na dada).." as I told to my Uncle, n he was smiling through his artificial teeth, glossy n shiny wrinkles n through white eyebrows.. I felt him so contended when he was talking about his journey from the small village to the pioneering place in Govt. of India.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When I was a kid I saw him staying in 8 by 10 room with his wife.. n now he owns a bungalow of the rooms, I dont remember number of rooms, the last time I remember I counted was 17. He has 3 sons all stay together with their wives, kids n one sweet tenant. Touchwood, such a great thing to see joint family, that too my family.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyways, Jhansi was all fun, then I started towards Agra in the early morning to meet my other cousin brother, thi Uncles' 3rd Son. When started with the train I found it so amazing that train goes through UP, MP, Rajasthan and then again UP.. "fun n happiness" All along the way I was enjoying "Sarson ke khet" all the yellow mellow flowers were spread till the end you can see through your eyes. "adrenaline up."</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWw5GMRr2yP3-dlhqB2cXKVq6m9yZokjExUbKrsHM4fBp2yPF7wfdDKnOFt168GAswW64LWMZMm_jtLWTrLdD-VhX4JRlFKnAI4usTif9Xxgfq4WnGZ5Z1VCLe9jzV-wVn9TtGUoiizo/s1600/Photo0315.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwWw5GMRr2yP3-dlhqB2cXKVq6m9yZokjExUbKrsHM4fBp2yPF7wfdDKnOFt168GAswW64LWMZMm_jtLWTrLdD-VhX4JRlFKnAI4usTif9Xxgfq4WnGZ5Z1VCLe9jzV-wVn9TtGUoiizo/s320/Photo0315.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> In Cyclce rikshaw.. streets of Agra.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Ok, I was so much drifted away from the main topic, MY SECRET pic, 1st one. So, after enjoying all the glory and glam of The Taj, I was little famished and felt to have some snacks or fruit juice and so I spotted this Taj resto Bar. As soon as I entered, there was something in that air that lifted me from inside, I truly don't know what that was, but for sure I'm going to visit that place once again before winters ends. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">I made myself relaxed in the last corner chair, secluded n isolated from the rest n from where I could view the Taj rush and smoky fog also. Menu card was handed over to me by one typical "agraa waiter", who became my good friend in that 1.25hrs. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Im very bad at giving orders, actually I get scared of menu cards and thats why I generally prefer street food, but that day was trap. I kept down that menu card, called that waiter and asked him --</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">"tum batao, kya achha milega ??"</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Waiter - Sir, aap ki taste pe depend karta hai.? veg non veg.?</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Me - yaar, heavy khane ka mood nahi hai.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">W - Biryani lelo? </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Me - "winks / smiles / blushes" - good idea. kaun bayega? kaisi banayega?</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">W - Sir, aap bas khao, baki main hun. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Me- daru bhi hai idhar?</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">W - Beer hai sir, sirf Kingfisher? </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Me- ummm..</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">W - aap akele hain sir, toh masti ,main lijiye. agraa khush ho jayega. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Me - marketing kar raha hai kya?</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">W- sir muze toh utna peesa (salary) milna hai, aap dekhlo.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Me (along with rongate (excitement)) - le aa.. chakna / snacks?</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">W- kuch nahi hai sir.. sirf paapad. !! naam ka bar hai sir. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Me - No issues. ek paapad. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">I cannot explain that heavenly feeling. Not that I was high n all..but yeahh... that Suroor was terrific. ! I took Ayn Rand, I recently bought this in Bhopal, its a fabulous book as usual, Ayn Rand, went n reading, was feeling there is no need to die to go to heaven, its here only. Was little senti, but its ok, khudke liye senti hona I would love to.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> N ya beer tastes too good when you sip it after a long time. N those are my fav gadgets,, jyada hi fi nahi hai, its ok.. I love them. That is IDEE ke shades, biught from Kalkata.. Love them too much.. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Rest is fine. I miss you all too too much. I can't write very often when I want to, currently I have no home to stay in jabalpur, searching some good cozy place.. Will move from jabalpur very soon, next may be any good metro, depends on company. But do keep in mind I always read your posts and I feel very much connected. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Love. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Shan. </div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-55056161064691137022010-11-24T14:18:00.000+05:302010-11-24T14:18:46.847+05:30Its time to breath after a long time.<div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Well.. sometimes its a good feeling to be a vella.! haha..I love it to stay in bed for a long, to break my disciplined schedule, to not to wear formals all the time (man I hate to wear neck tie, although I look good with it). N believe me its a terrific cold here in Madhya Pradesh. I have experienced almost all the cold weathers in all the states, this one is too much and I'm liking it. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ok, there is one more reason I'm vella this week, Leg injured. Here in Jabalpur there is a holy river called Narmada aka Narmada ji, as they call it here. N there was a big mela last sunday here in Bhedaghat, remember Asoka's raat ka nasha song wala location. So, I along with some friend I made here had gone for a Snan in this river in the earliest morning at 6 am. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> Believe me, already its cold and in addition to that all the floor of the earth is marble, so it was painfully cold. I was very hesitant doing this Snan thing in public. But to my surprise almost every single creature there at ghat, including all sized females, were doing this thing. So, finally I jumped off in the water and while I was enjoying the cold thing, my left leg slipped because of the water current and I felt down in water. blood n blood..!! '</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">There was no sensation of the injury till evening, later it started showing its magic. Nothing's serious, have applied bandages n all. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Till this time have roamed around 16000Km here in MP, did set up some good things for my company and for unprivileged, recruited more than 255 employees, visited 300 poor households and 28 districts. So all in all its a good sleep at night, peace. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Also, staying with some amazing people. Getting a smell of real India. I actually saw Peepli Live like people here and felt them. Came to conclusion. India is grat. Flying off to various Asian countries Next year but I know I'l still feel , India is Great. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Damn server is holdin me to upload some more pics. </div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-32206270783815336562010-10-22T18:49:00.000+05:302010-10-22T18:49:17.085+05:30Memoir in Mind.<div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">These days I m traveling like crazy from place to place. And its definitely on my mind to write a memoir, though I have started to shape it. Guys since last 7 days I have traveled almost 5000 kms, 3 states, and around 8 cities where I have never been to. People and people. Being an HR person for me its all about people.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Right now Im in Jabalpur and gona meet Dona Ganguly, Saurav Ganguly's wife at Bedaghat. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Do you remember Kareena's song in Asoka.. "Raat ka nasha abhi.." that place is bedaghat, there are literally hills of Marble and Narmada river flows like anything. Spellbound, tonight Im going there.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Till december I'll cover all the Indian cities, almost hann. From Jan, I'll be flying for Jakarta, Singapore, Brazil..n don't know where.! Pry for me.! </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Love you all. Pics coming. More on FB.</div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-52402184397717980082010-10-22T18:40:00.000+05:302010-10-22T18:40:43.633+05:30Caution - Don't Rub your balls..!!<div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Date - 13/10/2010</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Day - I don't remember.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Place - My HO at bengaluru.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Time - 1000 hrs.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">People - Shantanu, COO(Male), CEO(Male), MY VP- HR (female), Sr. Manager(Operations)</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">Scene - Everyone dressed up professionally, Neck tie n all (I don't like tie). Everyone gets up one after other and gives presentation. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- Pathetic presentations by VP, Irritated CEO. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- Sr. Manager gets yp for ppt. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- First bring bearable 5 mins. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- Suddenly he starts rubbing his balls. 1 st warning by COO.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- Me, LoL too much from inside, but couldn't from outside.. uffff suffocation.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- Again 5 min, irrestible itching in his balls. He starts rubbing. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- SUSPENDED FOR 2 MONTHS. : CEO Roars. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">- Itch guard could have prevented this. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">That is why don't rub your balls guys.</div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-14666385820736037382010-09-29T20:07:00.001+05:302010-09-29T20:07:37.760+05:30(Dipti + Sonal + Swati + Splurja +Pavitra + Nosto) = Shantanu<div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I seriously cannot stay at a place where I do get some kind of a high or some kind of a "Nashaa". Well, I don't know why did I write this sentence? </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyways, its since ages that I have been to my blog. Last some days are truly memorable for me and I know its not gonna end here as I am going to go places in coming months. Its a great deal of satisfaction and contentment I am experiencing that one craves for out of his job. Its a magical feeling when you see lives of grass root people are getting altered because of your one act, may its professional by your point of view, but its truly a big deal for you.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I have so many stories to tell, about people, about places, about food, about egos, attitudes n so much. Rarely do I get a good time to write all this stuff. Weekends I go for tracking or some kind of a site seeing when I am in a new a place. Since last month, I have explored some unknown places in and around bangalore, davangere, Mysore, tumkur, aurangabad, Delhi and so many small n remote places. And of course food without fail. I can't afford to miss regional food tastes. So you see its totally a packed week and I have told many of you, my dell baby do not allow me to open my blog.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But ya, I do keep in touch with all of those on FB. I bought one super k0ol nokia machine which takes some awesome photographs, "with sigh," abhi tak sirf mere cabin, chair n ek mera he photu liya maine...kitne saare fotos lene hai...!!!!!!!!!!!! I'll upload those on FB, almost all of you are there in my FB list, "blush rising"..</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I truly miss you all veryyy muchhh..!! Dip, I was always in touch with your mood, these days I don't know what are you upto. I am starting reading your stuff right away. Today only, me ans Swati were discussing about you, soo see how much do we care and always wana be in touch with you. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Bebo..!! Sonal, now you have became an inevitable friend that I cannot afford to lose. I am truly thankful of this place aka venting machine for having met us, FB also. Its always fun and refreshing as I have already mentioned on FB, to share thoughts with you. The basic vital element that I like of this friendship is its no exaggeration and its just like that. No matter how less I'm on blog, I am so happy FB has given that place to catch up. Always be happy, all the good things, good people, best friends are there for you and you are a serious sweetheart..! </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Swati mata, you rockkk..!! and yes you also a sweetheart and love you too.!! I know you hate flattering and can tear one up if you don't like, but I can do it well. zel lo..! I have already done you tarrif there at FB and I mean it girl. Find some time to write some posts I'l be obliged. all the best. and follow me na yaar, I want you here in my friend list. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Splurjo Splurjo Splurjo..... remember me kya?? kahan ho tum, infact you should ask this to me. but anyways, I miss you and your mature words too. I'll mail you tonight. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Nosto girl.. I have some god wishes for you. first of all a peace of mind, all the happiness in the world, and love love love..!! all that you deserve. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Pavitra.. Its as if I am doing a sin that I am not reading your posts. But I'll make sure to read out all those this weekend. You really write well, no doubts, its blessing to write poems</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I shall write one interesting post of my interesting experience in bangalore. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">for now guys aasata la vistaa..!</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">loads of love n luckss..</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-52474494894469745332010-08-30T09:42:00.000+05:302010-08-30T09:42:18.036+05:30Loaded n Enjoying.<div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><i><span class="sqq"><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/i_have_tried_to_be_as_eclectic_as_i_possibly_can/223450.html"></a>I have tried to be as eclectic as possibly I can with my professional life and so far it's pretty fun. </span></i></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span class="sqq"><i>- Ronald Barthes.</i></span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq">Its since so long that I have put my thoughts to share with you guys. Its a professional lock-out. But things looks okay when you like your work. Till now going cool. Recently got some more responsibilities on shoulders n good designation. </span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq"><i> </i></span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq">I shall be moving to Bangalore for more training on 1st Sept. So, its more constrained you know as I would be traveling across country and continents. So, lesser n lesser writing. But its okay until n unless I am enjoying my work. </span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq">Obviously, I'll be all in touch with all of you through reading your updates on blogs n FB. These things are truly divine and has made my life rocking. I so much love you all. </span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq">These days I am reading more of a business stuff. HR Scorecard, I love this person Dave Ulrich, very creative and a true writer. A good combo of business, ethics n a craziness. Also, Im drawing portraits on weekends, so all in all its a fun life.</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq"> Recently, one Auckland Journal on Arts has published my paper on poetry, great deal of satisfaction on face. "content and smiles". I wish to share with you guys but do not how to upload .pdf file.</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq"> </span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq">Parents as usual worried about "pata nahi kab karega shadi" n my reply is always as "LoL" </span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq">Woke at 5.30 am today, too early. Had to drop my younger bro at the railway station. Its always fun with him. Rained badly yesterday night, so road were pretty clean. Stopped on the way back around the lake near my house to see sunrise, but "sigh" he refused to show up his face. all cloudy.</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq">Sipped hot tea, in fact KeTea , its a combo of tea leaves, coffee with a ginger shot. Awesome, healthy. No acidity.</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq">My request and prayers also. Please do not ever be sad, always keep a long honest grin. You are the best people I have with me and I just want to see smiles all the way. </span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq"> </span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span class="sqq"><br />
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</span></div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-90588154322842652652010-08-14T19:55:00.000+05:302010-08-14T19:55:29.079+05:30Heaven unplugged.!<div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Monsoon always brings life with her. She nourish the tadpoles, blows oxygen into orchids, wraps the green shawls around the shoulders of mountains. I don't like to get wet too much but enjoy the changes she paints on the canvas of nature. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Lonavala and Khadala are one such places around here where Sun is on leave for four months of monsoon. Fog holds your breath while you ride or drive to the Tiger Hills. Usually, its 25 min of bike ride to tiger hills from lonavala, but we took 11/2 hrs. to reach. This is because each waterfall on the way has his own story to tell. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Spellbound. I was accompanied with some friends from Patna, Nagpur, Bhopal, Orissa. I don't find it much difficult to make friends from any planet. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Pics are of Lonavala, Amby valley, Tiger hills and Khandala. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;">That's my bike there. Red one 04</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-40104996261264177032010-08-14T00:20:00.000+05:302010-08-14T00:20:57.592+05:30Cheenti Pahad chadhe..Marane ke waastey.!<div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Today, I witnessed a suicide. It was in our colony. The sight was terrible. At around 4pm the family started shouting. We are not but almost live close by that house, so heard the screams. I rushed asap. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The door was closed from inside and from the window I could see the daughter-in-law of the family was hanging to ceiling fan. We, some five to six men, tried too hard to break the door. Finally Police arrived and one Daya style police wala broke the door.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When we entered inside, her FM radio was on and the song airing was </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> <span style="color: lime;">"Cheenti pahad chadhe Marane ke waasatey</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: lime;"> Ladki kare fashion ladkon ke waasatey." </span> irony..!! </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I really prey one should not witness such scenes, especially ladies. This is because two of the females there puked on the spot as they saw the dead body. The tongue was out of the mouth, you wont believe the length of the tongue, it was double the normal. The legs, in fact the whole body, was stretched. I can't forget those eyes, only white part was visible. Don't know where the pupils were gone. Scaryy..</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I couldn't stand those cries n all. I took my bike and went to mall, bought 3 Ts, one Osho slippers. Life is to love why the hell one need to end life this way. Attitude of gratitude , Im following it.! </div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-48416293494038122422010-08-11T01:42:00.000+05:302010-08-11T01:42:29.615+05:30the Daru post.! haPPens haPPened..<div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;">this post is surely gona s*u*c*k... so those of you in a good mood, with their beloveds </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;">spending good times, and don't want to see something stinking and abusive </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;">post pleeeeease don't go furtherr coz everything is gonnaA be aBruPt fROm now..</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">OK..so you are sTILL witH meE..come . </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">wElL, right now soME 180ml 42%ethanol(rum), 750/2= 375ml 8% ethanol(beer),</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">anD soME tWo fU**ng tOOo goOd taquIlLLas are Playing kHo KhO in mA tummy..</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">(that is a disadvantage of tOO muCh studYing, u see everything at micro level..)</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">buT who Cares how much is IT..?? </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> but I DIDN sMOke.. its more tHAn 35 days now. </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">wE, ,me n ma school friend, sat near railway track an hour ago, saw trains passing us, we sang some songs, had booze with chaknaa.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">ate egg curry went on a walk through tunnel, we shouted, naa, screamed, abused MCBC in that tunnel..</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">we, in fact I, vented out some shit... </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">After so long I am in low. I am exactly feeling my serotonin levels are big time famished, my adrenaline has dried up and heart is taking efforts to pump, I am feeling heavy at this such a wonderful wt., I am unable to do even 20 push ups today.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">I am not into writing such posts, but who cares, its ok, you are my people. you love me, abuse me but at least you are honest as I think coz I am too honest in this case.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><br />
Reasons : y all this going on.?? what are these shit symptoms.? now I am on leave for a week to treat my sinus, was terribly ill with fever till today. why the hell was i waiting for that one fuc**in call to ask me how am i? i never expected anything from anyone but love. so many stabs on my back, so many. there is no space left, but still they find some. I don't ,ind getting those, but i cant fake myself..</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">LOVE NET airing on channel V..!! such a loosers, they hide their identity over the net and indulge in love chat.. bullshitss..if one cannot maintain his dignity even for own id, then rest is shit..! </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><span style="color: orange;">DIP</span>.. i have puked enough on ROSHOGULLA (I LOVE THIS THING SO MUCH), and some FB posts, please bear with me.! i'll say sorry later.! i find little salvation, some momy lap kinda feeling at ur blog.. <span style="color: orange;">Viju</span>..you are a sweetheart,, you listen me so patiently on chats but ya i must say u have a too much stamina to talk n talk n talk...in fact type, type n type, thnks for being ears..! actually i love everyone of you.. </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">just want to HUg someone tight n cryy..since so long I havenot cried..!! </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">love.</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">talli me.! </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">shanU </div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;">(rechristened by <span style="color: orange;">sonal</span>) love this name, reminds me something..</div><div style="color: lime; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-2468436328583203062010-08-03T01:30:00.001+05:302010-08-03T01:31:58.871+05:30Killing our dreams.<div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The following write up is not at all my production. These words are by Petrus. He has shared these thoughts with Paulo Cohelo during his book "The Pilgimage". Cohelo has shared this article on his blog. I like Cohelo's short stories, they have learning and common sense into it, not lengthy and some punch lines that straight goes into erythrocytes. And we can relate with them, as I was discussing with Bebo. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I could have shared the link with you, but I so much wanted to write it. So that it sinks in the system and get carved on subconscious as well. I am not agree with whole of the thoughts of Petrus but I liked the so much seasoned thought process. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Its not at all necessary to agree with everything that big shots writes unless it agrees with your own reason and common sense, as Buddha says. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Recently came across with one outstanding poet Spike Milligan. I have posted </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">it on my poems blog. He has some tragic ways to blush at words. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsP2IttZXGs2dIXQ5PXbHoP_GdgNNAO2w0mlZHxDnAcB328JO3dtEDQlRWRF4lptbaImiLO-kghAL3UiNbciSXsvPxCZKcu6TPW5j0VLmGysnnrFS59FAhgOlDo99H3WkLb2ayGFf3Ak/s1600/statue-of-christ_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJsP2IttZXGs2dIXQ5PXbHoP_GdgNNAO2w0mlZHxDnAcB328JO3dtEDQlRWRF4lptbaImiLO-kghAL3UiNbciSXsvPxCZKcu6TPW5j0VLmGysnnrFS59FAhgOlDo99H3WkLb2ayGFf3Ak/s400/statue-of-christ_0.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Killing our dreams : </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>The First Symptom</b> of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>The second symptom</b> of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And, finally, <b>the third symptom</b> of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.<br />
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</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-30420973619153551702010-07-28T19:15:00.002+05:302010-07-28T19:36:59.138+05:30Bournvita..<div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Background <span style="color: cyan;">~></span> raining wholly and holy, cool winds, bent coconut tree in my garden, drooping flowers on tendrils.</div><div style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Scene 1 starts. ~></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Drenched in mud, coconut in my right hand, grocery bag in the left one, one ball pen in the socket of skull and upper tympanum(ear), endless talk over the earphone, one ant crawling on my short, neighbor auntie asking, in fact shouting and scolding, the questions from behind the wall for my avatar.(feeling so much happy inside) </div><div style="color: cyan; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Scene 1 ends. ~></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This is how I was standing an hour ago in my gate asking my pitah (dad) to open it. Yesterday, Mom has gone to Mumbai for her table tennis matches, she plays on behalf of her office and believe me she plays so so well, and she has given all the responsibility of her baby to her husband and vice-versa. So, you can understand such a big duties..</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Since yesterday I am a kitchen king..made kind of paranthas and daal fry. He liked it. Showed him two Telugu movies, Bomarillu and Arya 1, every soul in love should watch this movie Arya 1, on DVD. I was a translator of course. Dad was wondering how can he know Telugu.!! I read on his face. Well, I know Telugu, Marathi, Bengali, Gujrati as well.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Today's menu is Aloo Koftas, read the recipe on Anamika's blog. Papa is taking great care of me. He has asked me drink Bournvita 7 times since mom left the house. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dad - Bournvita.??</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me - Piya.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dad - when?</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me - In the morning.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dad - It was for morning. what about now?</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me - No.. Dont like it now.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dad - Why?</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me - Lets have beer.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dad - Ok, bring one for me. You take Bournvita.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me - hahaaaa...</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dad - Kid.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me - I am not.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dad - your mom told me.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me - what?</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dad - to feed you Bournvita. ..</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maid dadi arrives drenched..I skipped. Today is 13th day I am asking her to say "itna paisa mein itna he milega" wo right hand palm up karke n all(remember Channel V wali Bai..) My Maid dadi is so much like her moti n cuty, she is with us since my birth. And she slaps on my back.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Maid dadi - kaun ladki terese shaadi karegi baba.? </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me -Muze bhi pata karna hai. (showing excitement in my "blushes")</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">M D - tu pehle bada toh ho ja..!!!</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dad(from hall) - Mausi usko Bournvita pilao, tab tak wo bada nahi hoga.</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">M D - aapne piya kya Bournvita.??</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">me - hahahaaaaaa... </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I run away for Aloo Kofta grocery.!! <span style="color: cyan;">SCENE 1</span> Starts.. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">love..</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Shantanu :)</div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-53271862958750243482010-07-21T02:37:00.000+05:302010-07-21T02:37:49.836+05:3010 Things That Piss me Off..!!<div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">This one is a very long pending tag and was dieing to finish it. Somehow, I kept it on a back foot thinking I would complete it very dearly. I just read Splurgerina's tag and that motivated me, the right time to begin is now.</div><div style="color: orange;">So, here I am with those "Pissing me" things and believe me these really Piss me off. I may sound disciplined or a military man while you read, but trust me I am a little.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> <i style="color: cyan;"><b>ONE </b></i> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUBsTU5XfxATDTBJfHqdard7uY9bCBrHGnoOgNTvxjaGhyphenhyphenZXNLXSCfEhmaFPWt9RVfsgdMCZ1gbEXgckKy-ntxRI-_-ZoDrIeUhw9_7JZWDGQFHke_ad72Zky__tp60BNPZLnqxhlwtY8/s1600/toothp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUBsTU5XfxATDTBJfHqdard7uY9bCBrHGnoOgNTvxjaGhyphenhyphenZXNLXSCfEhmaFPWt9RVfsgdMCZ1gbEXgckKy-ntxRI-_-ZoDrIeUhw9_7JZWDGQFHke_ad72Zky__tp60BNPZLnqxhlwtY8/s200/toothp.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;"></div><div style="color: orange;"></div><div style="color: orange;">* hate it.. when someone uses a tooth paste like this. Its not the way to use tooth paste, press it at the bottom naa..How much does it cost? And if its my tooth paste, you better be ready with some places to hide. It is such an unorganized way to start a day. I know we feel lazy, but no means no.</div><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange;">So what if its a footwear and it had to taste the dust of all places, it equally deserves good attention. It piss me off someone keeps their footwear like this, ulta-pulta or one footwear upside down. Dude, they take your care, try to listen to them. I have got full marks at Armed Forces Medical College for keeping the things as they should be, especially footwear. And I am also out of home for 8 years at hostels and at flats, so if I can then why can't we<i><b>?</b></i></div><div style="color: cyan;"><i><b><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange;">Its a global problem because we allow it to occur at home. And charity also starts at home. So whenever having food, if see someone wasting a food, it really piss me off. May sound absurd, so see this, in sub-Saharan Africa, at least 265 million people are hungry, heightening the travesty of the food waste problem. and read this as well http://www.grida.no/publications/rr/food-crisis/page/3558.aspx</div><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange;">THOSE WHO DON'T LIKE READING BOOKS, PLEASE DONT READ THIS POINT.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: cyan;"><b>FIVE</b></i> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimWTmvBc3-miVm9eGMM0hyhvR-blGd2Z7-lRamq4ENe28jb-DEM2ttWAHm11jv7O70nOyB8XbNhDow2hedn_GswA8Pltpya12S1PZ9SZCBSiIE1pWwLZfEdQwierNlmKGeUtslaqmImto/s1600/20080109_reading_list.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimWTmvBc3-miVm9eGMM0hyhvR-blGd2Z7-lRamq4ENe28jb-DEM2ttWAHm11jv7O70nOyB8XbNhDow2hedn_GswA8Pltpya12S1PZ9SZCBSiIE1pWwLZfEdQwierNlmKGeUtslaqmImto/s320/20080109_reading_list.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">I truly believe in reading everything that I can. There are so many thoughts and so many things to learn in this darm small life. This is such a powerful tool to get an insight in everything, especially poems. I hate and feel pity for the one who dont read. But its ok, sometimes someone cannot get along with it. But the thing that truly piss me off is when someone says "kaise padhte ho yaar?? reading is such a boring thing", Atleast dont make fun of it dude.</div><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange;">Know her..?? Piss me off, when I am with such kind of girls. I hate girls who plans, plots and created rifts between friends and family. I can smell them immediately and I have already kicked on their bumps.</div><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange;">Just because you reveal it does not mean I'll get hooked. There is difference between being slutty and being sexy, just as being Rakhi Sawant and being Katrina Kaif. Hate those chicks who thinks they can rule the worlds with their revealing curves. naah.! There are so many nice girls, why you.?</div><br />
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</div><span style="color: orange;">Needless to say, why it piss me off.!! Making out in public place is such an unholy thing. Go to your room naa. or rent a motel. But like this..ewww..~</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; text-align: left;">Dip wala Gender Stereotype tag is still pending. I'l finish that one also asap. Guys, I hope you are having a rocking time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; text-align: left;">Stay happy n smiling.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: orange; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-27803741564099427732010-07-17T01:02:00.001+05:302010-07-17T01:03:22.140+05:30Weird and Strange..<div style="color: orange;">I do not know what exactly that goes on in a girl's mind, never tried to know as well but honest. But recently I am getting such a weird experiences of them. I am getting so many friend requests from the girls who were my classmates, not long ago, just two years back.</div><br />
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<div style="color: orange;">Yes, you may wonder whats' that so strange. Well, it is.!! When I was all there, they never took any effort to acknowledge even my existence in the class. I do not know whether they were even having any good friend as they either used to be with their BFs, at parties or at hostel. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">So, suddenly what happened.?? Almost all the girls who wants to be friends with me are married, at such a young age, eww.., obviously not with their BFs, whatever its their life. But the pathetic part is they are idle and keep hitting the PC buttons the whole day, and now they are interested to know what is my hometown.!!</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">haha.. so mean.!! There are so many grey shades, life is too short to witness them.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Anyways, people love u. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Shantanu. :)</div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-3982860530723695992010-07-13T19:51:00.001+05:302010-07-13T19:51:38.886+05:30Paul Octopus.. You are Late.!!<div style="color: orange;"><br />
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<i>This is created by one of friends on FB. I borrowed this pic to share with you. </i></div><br />
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<div style="color: orange;"><i><span style="font-size: small;">I wish Paul was there at the time of exams. yeahh..!! Its late, but its ok. </span></i></div><div style="color: orange;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></i></div><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: orange;">Love, Shantanu. :)</span></span></i>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-4475124534917781692010-07-08T19:12:00.000+05:302010-07-08T19:12:38.658+05:30OFF..!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv1lvl96KYkT1Irc9I-qymejMAgz9gsAGKCNMx6FkKQFx2HKqDqDvdqVAnu_Lo_p4hOBfwhWrRr27WIDpxVv8ubQpw9mDnb45u87WVNvOyBsy778_Oess24cMOunhDsUQuv56pO8CZwFk/s1600/talespin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv1lvl96KYkT1Irc9I-qymejMAgz9gsAGKCNMx6FkKQFx2HKqDqDvdqVAnu_Lo_p4hOBfwhWrRr27WIDpxVv8ubQpw9mDnb45u87WVNvOyBsy778_Oess24cMOunhDsUQuv56pO8CZwFk/s400/talespin.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><br />
<div style="color: orange;">I shall be off for 4 days trip for some professional stuff at Mumbai, Delhi, Ahmedabad. My first ever International conference. So excited.!! </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;"> Also, I shall meet up with my Uncle. He is gona get operated tomorrow. Spoke with Auntie. He is happy and is giving good vibes. Thanks to you guys.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Gona miss you a lot as wont be able to access my laptop because of security reasons. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">* Abraham : My advance wishes on your 56th wedding anniversary. Please convey to Patty as well. I shall try to mail you on 12th July from outside of the venue. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">* Dip : M gona miss FIFA finals. So, if Spain wins, I would say "Guru tu sahi bola tha" . N as I told you , miss me while beer. cheers.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">* Splurjo / Swati : shall expect some more great stuff on ur posts when Im back. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">* Vspirit : man ping me. where r u?</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">* Pavitra : M getting some more Edward Stewart stuff from Delhi. Stay well.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">* Bebo : hope ur outing was good. And now you are all recheged.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">* Sovina / Nikita : Thanks for the follow. You blog babies are awesome. Loved them. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">* Ned and Spain : All the best. I know you both will miss me. Whoever wins the CUP I am going to Love FIFA till India wins the finals. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange;">Shall be there by midnight.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">ciao guys. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Love n hugs :)</div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-48164337373994833902010-07-07T02:30:00.001+05:302010-07-07T02:31:46.244+05:30Please Pray.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="color: orange;">Guys..</div><div style="color: orange;">Need your help. My friend's father has suffered a cardiac arrest. He is gona get operated for Bi-Pass.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">I consider both of them, Uncle and Auntie, not less than my own parents. I love them alot. I donot know God listens to me or not, so asking you.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Please pray for my friend as well. She is facing a very hard time right now, I know she wont let me know as I become tensed. She is all alone there along with her Mom. And God knows how she is handling all this. She is already very depressed because of her own issues.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Please wish her a good husband. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">I cannot see this. I am feeling like shit. I am here 3500km away from her when I should be there with her. I cannot move for one week as doctor has suggested rest else sinus will burst. Its crap man.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Guys, please do me a favour. Please pray for them. I wont ask for anything.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Ganpati Bappa.. are you listening.? what are you doing with your mates??</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">cannot sleep tonight.</div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5133838765150173750.post-89741555189077528892010-07-05T23:17:00.002+05:302010-07-05T23:31:37.400+05:30My Fag Tag : Splurgerina's Tag. :) <br />
<div style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Well, first things first. Thanks to Splurgerina for honoring me with "Sunshine Award" and tagging me to write about the 10 things that "Piss me Off". Later as I requested she suggested a headline "10 Things That Stress Me Out Enough to Smoke!" and its so cool, I thought n it is. </span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">I still remember the day when I took my first Fag and my first booze 25th Oct.2005. Culprit my younger brother.!! </span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">But to be very frank I am not at all a compulsive smoker. Yes I smoke but only on the following occasions. Its never with me like other guys who cant' even do potty without a cigarette. Stress, emotional trauma, heartbreak ewww..!!..nopez.!! these are really not always strong enough to induce nicotine need in me. And those who induce are not that weak as they look. Anyways, lets get started.</span><i><span style="font-size: small;">.</span></i></div><br />
<div style="color: cyan;"><i><b>1. These Men :</b></i></div><br />
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<div style="color: orange;"><i>Yes, he is the one I love alot. Rajanikanth. Waiting so desperately for his next release, Endhiran. What a style he has got.!! Awesome, just awesome. I shall always have one only one fag after seeing him. </i></div><div style="color: orange;"><i><br />
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<div style="color: cyan;"><i><b>2.</b><b> Places :</b></i></div><br />
<div style="color: orange;">I truly believe places have their effect on me for smoking wholeheartedly. And at these places if you are not smoking then you are absolutely missing out on a lifetime fun. The ambiance demands it. The places which are close to my heart are :</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;"> - Tantra & Someplace Else @ Kolkata.</div><div style="color: orange;"> - Fire n Ice & Indya key @ Pune</div><div style="color: orange;"> - Apache @ Pune</div><div style="color: orange;"> - Everything on Bridgade Road, Bangalore.</div><div style="color: orange;"> - Liquids @ Banjara hills, Hyderabad.</div><div style="color: orange;"> - All the night outs in Mumbai & Delhi in open jeep and in Pune on bike, Magical.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">but I do not remember ever exceeding the limit. It's always maximum 6 cigarettes with the gap of 40 min. That really gives you a high.</div><div style="color: orange;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="color: cyan;"><i><b>3. </b><b>Exams and Hostel:</b></i></div><br />
<div style="color: orange;">Believe me, in fact many of you must have experienced this, it is one the best times in your entire life when you are at hostel during your Grad or Post Grad days. No, hostel days of school can not really give that kind of a high. I know I am not telling you something out of the world thing. But you know hostel is such a pavlovian thing for smoking. In hostel nights are days and vice-versa. And when exams knocks, we used to feel so studious with cigarette in hand.</div><div style="color: orange;">Do you remember that video song that they used to air on Doordarshan, " Cigarette in my hand, burns a man.." where the boy smokes n smokes and finally he become a skeleton.?? I still remember, in hostel, we saw that song, discussed on all the hazardous effects of smoking and sweared to quit smoking for the well being of our wives, progeny and the rest of family, of course not for ourselves, and got so tensed that at 2.30am we went to bus stand for Tea and Fag.!! The comment was," bhai.. ye last, kal se band.." and we are still waiting for that "Kal". So true.. tomorrow never dies.. ;-)</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">And of course, if we smoke during exam nights, its not our sin, refer whole student community in the word "Our". I remember when my wing partner cleaned his room after the exams, it was 5 cm thick layer of cigarette ash. And we celebrated that. Dirty naa...I know.!! That gave us a lesson of hygine.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">So, now the status is, whenever we roommates meet, once in a blue moon as everyone is in the different parts of the planet, it calls for a fag. Memories.!!</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
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<div style="color: cyan;"><i><b>4. Highways and travels:</b></i></div><br />
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<div style="color: orange;">Yes, this is the one thing that gives me kind of an orgasm. No drug, LSD, marijuana can ever be comparable with traveling on highway. May be on bike, in state transport bus, in car, in bulock cart, from village or taluka or metro. I just love every bit of traveling. And I feel so happy even when I am traveling alone. So ya that calls for a fag. I am still in that memory, when I and Upendra traveled all the western ghats, i.e. Konkan Maharashta, goa, coastal karnataka, to down Kerala, and have not smoked in whole journey just to have a fag at Dudhsagar. Its a wildest waterfall in monsoon at south goa where no<i> </i></div><div style="color: orange;"><i><b></b></i></div><div style="color: orange;">vehicle dares to reach. So, we walked around 20 km through Konkan railway tunnels, totally drenched in rains. When we reached the place, the water fall was like bournvita mixed milk one side and the other side was dragon valley.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Such triumphs truly desreves fag. Believe me its fun smoking when you win. Ya, the thing to mention is we detached 25 litches from my body which were sucking my blood while we walked through the tunnels.</div><br />
<div style="color: cyan;"><i><b>5. On the ride with Ethanol:</b></i> </div><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="color: cyan;"><i><b>6. Smoking girls:</b></i></div><div style="color: orange;">Frankly telling you, I scarcely like a girl or a woman smoking. No, no chauvinist issue. But I always feel that all the woman community should be in good health. Yes, I am a selective feminist. If you visit NCC canteen of Symbi in Pune or Xaviers' in Mumbai, n ya IIM C, Kolkata, I was feeling like, "Man, see here. Every gal in here is smoking and what are you waiting for.??" And if offer comes to you in the form of "Bidi Jailaeele Jigar se piya", it become inevitable to conserve the many masculine things. But its a good experience smoking with them. <i><b><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3gnzRlA8TcHeYpPRjt2iPFXUsMACem6Zpc4DtmSsCgswrJzFo03gE_3RXvRHJRvfLtnNrwkWqvOmZXVBs1K7I9F3azSwkVuk8wQn5M3dcJhQ_uxcwJrr6lI5-Qm_fXz_k3OxWc14FS0/s1600/thank_you_for_smoking_ver6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW3gnzRlA8TcHeYpPRjt2iPFXUsMACem6Zpc4DtmSsCgswrJzFo03gE_3RXvRHJRvfLtnNrwkWqvOmZXVBs1K7I9F3azSwkVuk8wQn5M3dcJhQ_uxcwJrr6lI5-Qm_fXz_k3OxWc14FS0/s320/thank_you_for_smoking_ver6.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div style="color: orange;">If you have not yet seen this then please, please, please see it. In the first half watching, I can not ever resist the temptation of smoking. And I take almost two to three fags.The hero, Nick Naylor, is tobacco lobbyist in this film. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Later half is little preaching. But the way this hero sales the smoking is outrageous. Very very impressive. The film clearly - and repeatedly - hammers home the point that in our culture, any viewpoint can be defended with the right tactics, regardless of truth or ethics. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">The best part I liked in this film is Naylor and his alcohol lobbyist friends, meets every week and jokingly calls themselves as MOD squad, Merchants of Death.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">So, this movie always acts as a catalyst for me to have one fag.</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br />
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<div style="color: orange;">Needless to say, noone is deprived of the privilege of going through emotional traumas. Of course, cigarette of alcohol is not at al the solution to anything. But yes, I do agree and have experienced, it helps minimise the effects. On rare occassions that I clearly remember I had smoked when I was sad. But I do make a point to not smoke on the same sad occasions. I remember I smoked a whole packet of 20 cigarrettes when my parents sold my 20 yrs old bicycle when I was away from home. I was truly sad at that time and was cursing everything. The occasion was the death of my beloved. well, I should not remember this in this ill sinusital stage as I am feeling to have a fag.</div><div style="color: orange;">Heartbreak had played its role in the early teen. But I have shortened my learning curve so no more sadness n all. Everything is cool.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
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<div style="color: orange;">I always believe in trying out new things, new places, new food, new living styles and what not. So how cigarettes can be an exception?<i><b> </b></i></div><br />
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<div style="color: orange;">whooaa.. finally reached on 10th..!! Obviously, my list is incomplete without mentioning my beloveds in smoking list. There are very rare people or call them friends whom I am comfortable smoking. This is because they maintain certain class. And I love the way the sharing of thoughts goes on with each fag. On top of my list is my younger bro. Sometimes I feel he is very elder to me as kind of maturity he displays. He alwyas accuses me for being crazy and weired for most of the times, but I know in deep of heart he likes my way. I so miss him as he is away working for stupid IT stuff. Sitting on the bench near the lake in my town and having a fag is our big time memory.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPxHksUtOPZQ4zPCfhB7gEuf9ZZ1nEqxPUvju_V9CX989HSVqKcJ3gs5WVuKYtjoWLmHTzWrrNNpBrZLOowWMeCAcMe0K1s1FDK-n5PhPSN7QEThK3zjh2sEFVWSx_EGBKnKDLzp0kiY/s1600/Men_Smoking_Cigars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPxHksUtOPZQ4zPCfhB7gEuf9ZZ1nEqxPUvju_V9CX989HSVqKcJ3gs5WVuKYtjoWLmHTzWrrNNpBrZLOowWMeCAcMe0K1s1FDK-n5PhPSN7QEThK3zjh2sEFVWSx_EGBKnKDLzp0kiY/s400/Men_Smoking_Cigars.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: orange;">And of course, when its a reunion of school and college buddies, it always calls for a fag. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Ohh..My God.. I forgot the most important one..!!</div><div style="color: cyan;"><br />
</div><i style="color: cyan;"><b>11. Emraan Hashmi:</b></i><br />
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<div style="color: orange;">Since the year 2004, Emraan Hashmi has created a big inferiority complex in all the Indian male community. Murder released that year. And till date the comple has its place. The reason was and is having being previliged of getting a tag of "Serial Kisser" by acting the same. We as a student had and have the same complex cum a bit of jealousy for his God gift. </div><div style="color: orange;">I remember, we came out of the theatre after watching Murder and had 3 fags in series, the comment was "saala.. doston at least serial smoker toh bano". Since then whenevr his movie releases, we get on conference from different parts of the planet, curse him, and have a Fag. Silly.. but fact. !!</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">uff.. I am through with the thing. The important thing to mention is I have tremendously taken a backstep on smoking as the turn ons mentioned above are very rare these days and all my best buddies do not like me smoking. And I truly feel to respect their affection towards me.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Today is 27th day, I have not smoked.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Well, regarding tagging. I donot know whom should I tag? All my followers are very very good girls. So I am puzzeled. If anyone you smoke then feel free to get these tag, else I am tagging all the other non followers of my blog who smoke.</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Enough for the day. Going through fever and have taken two injections in upper borders of both the eyebrows for sinus. </div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">All the Love and hugs(ya it works.)</div><div style="color: orange;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange;">Shantanu. :)</div><div style="color: orange;"><i><b> </b></i></div><div style="color: orange;"><i><b> </b></i></div>Shantanuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00131910989012355826noreply@blogger.com9