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LOVE - WITHOUT THAT LETTER... !!!!!

Remember that song – “Likhe jo khat tujhe.. woh teri yaad mein..”. Now imagine.. “Likhe jo email tujhe woh teri yaad mein” or “ Posted jo status message tujhe..?” or worse.. “Phool tujhe bheja hai  khat mein…” or “Phool ki tasvir bheji hai email mein?” There was a time when a swan was the conduit of the message of love between Nala and Damayanti.  My grade 3 Hindi teacher shared a very beautiful thought. If you have nice thing to share..write a letter or else you know..telegraph was popularly known to be bad news bearer those days.  And now today there is internet as means to communicate - the facebook, whatsapp and what not.. I still cannot come to terms with this. Nothing can surpass the pleasure of pouring your heart out to a loved one on the piece of paper. The movement of the pen on paper is like the beating of your heart. You write, re-write, add a little more feel. You can choose stationery you like , indulge in calligraphy and poetry to your heart’s content finally s
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Snow in Denver

The snow seems to be endless, a heavy blanket on the outdoors. All the world that I see from my balcony is draped in white and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns.  It's late afternoon - the sun is just setting (a cold yellow color) behind some colder violet hills, sky as dark as it can be... and I am up in my window seat to enjoy this beauty..The snow drifting against the windows, politely begging entrance and then falling with disappointment to the ground.  A fine sheen of sugary frost has covered everything in sight, and white smoke rising from chimneys. Some lamps switched on..and the lights from them has made the snowballs look yellow. Trees laden with snow flakes..n a few of them haunted by ghost of snow flakes..standing naked... Everything around has fallen quiet.And in the falling quiet there was no sky or earth, only snow lifting the wind, frosting the window glass, chilling the rooms, deadening and hushing Denver. Snow..unceasing snow..
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A few signs of your India to US move

and the reasons that you are condemned to the life of eternal confusion. 1. Your day changes to night and night to day...and you are off-schedule for quite a time.. 2. You start referring to city as downtown. 2. Kilometers to Miles..KG to Pounds..Celsius to Fahrenheit..Left side drive to Right side Drive..You have no idea how much you weigh any more and are scarred for life when it comes to driving... 3. You spelled it centre...and your centre changed..it changed to center... 4. A few weeks ago cricket was all around and football was on your mind and you thought u know a lot about sports... To your dismay.. u don't know whats happening here..what this soccer is all about and golf..lets not think on that... 5.You used to call it tomato sauce and now learnt to call it ketchup..and label anyone who called it sauce as FOB(fresh off boat).. 6. For last 25 years your day comes before your month and now you realize it's the month that has to come first..(thanks to IT..t
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The Obsession of Superlatives

Let me start outright by apologizing for the inactivity on the blog, as pointed by a few special people now with some sharp questions "You didn't write anything last weekend". I would say..A bit of laziness, a bit of busy schedule and largely responsible is the reading activity resumed over the long weekend. I’m not much of a reader, but get stuck onto a few things which I find interesting, sometimes. For last few days, I have been thinking and observing mental activity and obsessions! With the type of industry I work in, people here are more obsessed than being passionate. The route we take to the office should be the quickest. Our turnaround time should be fastest. The quality of code should be best and what not. I stuck with the thought of this  obsession and rat race with the perspective of life - Why do we always want the best?  The advertisements always stress upon the superlatives in the articulately constructed product descriptions. The biggest space, widest ran
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Hope in the Inbox..

Everyday i start my desktop/lappi with a hope, a hope to open my inbox and find a new mail.. i dont know what is it that i am seeking in there but i have this anxiety to look for something in the inbox. rather a mail that would provide me some clue to my so-called direction-less life, a mail that would add meaning to my current life, a mail that would be a surprise and would come as a life changer.. a mail that would add a new dimension to life and change the meaning of my existence. Every damn day there is a hope in me that emerges since the time i open my eyes and every damn night i sleep with a hope that tomorrow will bring with it the change in my life... hope, hope, and only hope...
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You are not running out of time

Tale of two conquerors Early in his political career, Julius Caesar is said to have wept upon reading a biography of Alexander the Great. When asked why, he apparently said, “Do you think, I have not just cause to weep, when I consider that Alexander at my age had conquered so many nations, and I have all this time done nothing that is memorable!” This story was seared in my memory when I read it in high school, because it spoke to my own search for achievement: I had read that at 17, Bill Gates had already created his first successful business venture. At the same age, I hadn’t even figured out where to start. It didn’t make me weep, but it did make me worry. And so, incredibly, at 17 I genuinely wondered: W as I running out of time? It seems amusing now – but back then I was deadly serious. The game You know the feeling – the feeling of being left behind in the race for achievement. Of falling back in ‘the game’. For some people, the game is keeping up with the Joneses:
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The best time of your lyf...Part 1

Sometimes some simple questions simply dont have answer. I was discussing something funny with a friend of mine and a question popped up from the other side. It was a pretty simple question as I thought at first. Later when it came to me to answer, I could not answer. May be I didnt had any answer... It was a simple question....What was the best span of time of your life? Simple na...very simple...but i bet most of you will be confused answering it. i pondered my thought over it..as I had nothing to do in bus in that deadly traffic jam while coming from office... I thought over it a lot..I realized each time, I had best of the moments..the moments that i can cherish..but I could not find that best span of time..But me , a self made philosopher answer dis philosophical question this way... When I was a child and everything was taken care of 4 me that was d best time of my life. When I was nurtured by my parents, that was d best time of my life. When I was going to school and learning
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