tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-207161772024-03-13T23:54:23.661+05:30The TauruanSome feelings are better expressed in words...Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-64780251742122816342020-09-08T21:23:00.000+05:302020-09-08T21:23:09.995+05:30Sushant ❤️✨♾💫🦋💔<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px;">“When someone you love becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure”</span><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px;"> </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Still not able to sink in with the fact that you are gone, gone forever, gone to a better place </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Still not able to bear this pain, my heart breaks every single time I see you </span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Still not able to accept that the person who was full of life, gone too soon</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Still not able to understand these feelings, I have never met you, you are not someone I know personally...</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Then why I feel such a personal loss this time</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">“Your life was a blessing for many, your memory a treasure, you are loved beyond words and missed beyond measure.”</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Ps: I Love You 3000</span><span class="s2">❤️💔</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2"><img src="blob:https://www.blogger.com/b851ed68-a653-4a51-a185-8d8cf70a3cb3" /></span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2"><br /></span></p>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-53153017861190944552010-08-24T09:47:00.004+05:302010-08-24T09:59:32.346+05:30GoldeN BonD<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyCrwgq5LXGYnAwRM9vJP9vVo_ZFs41AiV3VA7Q37PpHnL-rVS1LlSVra0yPvUTEulDh8HJoF8HFh05OzZ_DIXILD3BP1JR0e72v1JJgcvSkQHj39196AYlipf6uXkZz74JOX/s1600/15d1so.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827778338359906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkyCrwgq5LXGYnAwRM9vJP9vVo_ZFs41AiV3VA7Q37PpHnL-rVS1LlSVra0yPvUTEulDh8HJoF8HFh05OzZ_DIXILD3BP1JR0e72v1JJgcvSkQHj39196AYlipf6uXkZz74JOX/s400/15d1so.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">Born a little later than me<br />Been with me from the time I know myself<br />Childhood we shared seem just like yesterday<br />Everyday after school can’t wait to tell each other events of the day<br />We shared everything with each other including parents scolding<br />We even used to eat from same plate<br />He was the only friend I had that time<br /><br />And one day he went to boarding school leaving me all alone<br />Those were days when I know how it feels to miss someone<br />I always knew he is important to me but when he was not there<br />I realise how incomplete my life was without him<br /><br />Each vacation when he came home<br />I just want to spent time with him<br />And when he goes back I live with memories of moments we shared<br /><br />Slowly slowly we grow up<br />There were days where he was lost in his own world<br />And days when he just talk and talk wanting to share everything with me<br />There were more and more people coming in my life as well as his<br />But the relation we share grew stronger with time<br /><br />It’s you my dear brother<br />You are the one who has been with me in my happy days as well as not so happy days<br />The one who is always been with me when the whole world seemed against me<br />And you are the one who make me so proud of being a sister to a brother like you<br />I treasure and cherish our relationship<br />And Raksha Bhandan is just another way to say that you are very important to me<br />And I am so very happy that I have you as my little brother who always act like a elder brother to me </span><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>:)</strong></span>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-70903365017097734722009-07-20T14:40:00.002+05:302009-07-21T13:48:22.164+05:30I choose to be HappY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwjhHzoGqO97gWV4aYMU4ySgfe94D6o7T1kIH2aJhfXwzynxCt9a4PT9hOL1zkYuS2yNiuqSSEOwWvk0xP5LQcgIoSMa7rKL8n8lAxovwYrsh8YtaF3FH99CxbQE8FZdSHH2r/s1600-h/72431499-friendsCartoon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwjhHzoGqO97gWV4aYMU4ySgfe94D6o7T1kIH2aJhfXwzynxCt9a4PT9hOL1zkYuS2yNiuqSSEOwWvk0xP5LQcgIoSMa7rKL8n8lAxovwYrsh8YtaF3FH99CxbQE8FZdSHH2r/s400/72431499-friendsCartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360459167244594658" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;" lang="EN"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">There are many a time where I wish had control over myself.</span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;" lang="EN"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Many a times I wish I would not hurt the other person with my temper.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Arial;" lang="EN">As a emotional fool I am, I just don’t know how to control my emotions, but later when I come to my real senses, I really wish I should have known how to control them.</span> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;">I try to learn from my mistake and I always promise myself that next time I will control myself and I won’t react, but that next time turn to another next time, and more and more next times.</span></p><div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="im"> <p><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"> People always say that we don’t have control over what happen to us but we do have control over how we react to it. When I heard this for the first time I thought <b><i>how artificial</i>!</b> Why can’t I just be the way I am and react the way I like?</span></p> <p><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"> That time I never realize that a small uncontrolled reaction could change the whole look of the situation. Yes it’s very true that the way we react make all the difference in life.For anything and everything my first reaction is getting hyper, at time it’s just stress me too much. But now it has changed, I am much a calmer person. And now I can see people around me happier then before. </span></p> </div> <div style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" class="im"> <p><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"> I just told myself one thing, everything is temporary like the situation for which I am reacting to, the things which irritates me, even my anger, my reaction everything. </span></p> </div><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;">I know that it is not easy, but it’s not so difficult also. So what the harm in trying. I try in 1-2 situations and I am very happy with my choice. It’s up to me what I choose. To be Happy or to get hurt by hurting my loved ones. The choice is mine.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"> </span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;">I choose to react on the positive side as it only helps me grow as a person. I choose the right path to travel because its the only way I can reach my goal.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span lang="EN" style="font-family:Arial;"><span> </span>But most importantly<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> </span><b style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><i>I choose to be happy</i></b> in life because I know for sure that everything will be ok at the end.<span><br /></span></span></p><p><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">:)</span></p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"></span> <p><span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;" lang="EN"><span> </span></span></p>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-47370222914880376162009-03-06T12:54:00.002+05:302009-03-06T12:58:45.050+05:30So Call "Women's Day"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUpzu07a6DTAXDjwIk0Zxmvn56M5nELXKRCALJHjOsGN3cGuCdc54wAKbumPKE1h0_wUsZR4BlcTj3rJgSv4391jcey0_36H1Wox8wT0XeWqN0-GI6vE2Ezx-X7D098mTPDL9/s1600-h/X.OOb9785649-02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309972552527847698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYUpzu07a6DTAXDjwIk0Zxmvn56M5nELXKRCALJHjOsGN3cGuCdc54wAKbumPKE1h0_wUsZR4BlcTj3rJgSv4391jcey0_36H1Wox8wT0XeWqN0-GI6vE2Ezx-X7D098mTPDL9/s400/X.OOb9785649-02.jpg" border="0" /></a>Another month, another year, has come again where everyone is talking about Women’s Day. I really don’t understand whats the big deal. It’s just another day, which have been hyped by the cards shop, flowers shop, gifts shop and now the publication too. “<em>We are coming with Women’s days Special Edition</em>”. Why everything has to be in one or the other way related with business or the market?<br /><br />With all these business approach, the real sense of celebration is gone for a toss. I am not against any celebration of any day; I love it as much as I love my birthday. But my point is that …. The cards, the gifts, flowers etc etc are the only way to make your women feel special? Why do we need a Day to celebrate Women’s Day? Why can’t you make her feel special everyday? And by celebrating one day in a year with gifts is enough for her? Is that the only thing she want in life?<br /><br />All she wants is Love and Support from her near and dears one.<br /><span style="color:#009900;">SHE IS SPECIAL ANYWAYS because…..<br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Once she is born She is special for her parents.<br />Once she has a bother or sister She is special for her siblings.<br />Once she becomes a friend, she is special for being always there for her friends in need.<br />Once she falls in love with someone She is special for loving that someone more then herself.<br />Once she get married she is Special that She can leave her parents house and welcome her husband house as hers.<br />Once she become a mother she is Special for fighting with all the odd to give her child the best she can<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>For all this special qualities of her do you believe that celebrating one day in a year is enough?</strong></span><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span></strong><p><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>:)</strong></span></span></p>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-60480007277354200612009-02-26T13:33:00.006+05:302009-07-21T13:53:50.763+05:30The Wedding<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SaZYrQv5aUI/AAAAAAAAANo/mThskjFj9qI/s1600-h/DSC02938.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307026711156189506" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SaZYrQv5aUI/AAAAAAAAANo/mThskjFj9qI/s400/DSC02938.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">It’s a dream of every girl to marry the one she love. Not only that, even the Wedding itself is so important. Every girl has certain wish about how her wedding should be.<br />Even I have always dreamt for the same. It’s the biggest occasion in my life. Till the time everything was final I felt that I am not ready for it. But once the Pandits say it will be on 2nd Fed’09. Suddenly I feel that yes! It’s the right time now. As I always believe in doing thing at right time.<br /><br />On 2nd Fed I have change my status from being in relationship to married. Everything went on so smoothly, actually I was quite nervous. The rituals, the prayers, blessing from the elders has to be done in a certain way and I can’t afford to make single mistake. That’s why I was nervous. But the moment I saw him in the mandap I felt kind of relief. As a part of the wedding ceremony I have to sit next to him and our hand was tied together, that time I feel "That’s It", I knew this would mean something that would last forever and he would mean a lot more as the days go by. I know the bonding was forever.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">Life has a new beginning, a new meaning now. It feels so wonderful to have someone who is always there by your side. The only question everyone is asking me at this point is “How is married Life? “ My answer is that, I am Happy. Happier because I belong to those lucky people who got married to the love they Love.It feels so good to hear him say that he love me even when I just woke up in the morning looking like a mess. ;)<br /><br />Life certainly has change in every way. Trying to help each other in cooking, cleaning the house, shopping etc etc.<br />It’s all about understandings each other. Little bit of adjustment here and there.<br />At the same time there is a feeling of calm content and nice.<br />Life was never so beautiful. I feel complete</span>.</span><br /><br />P.S: I have so many feelings, emotions and other things to share but I fail to express them in words :)<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><strong>:)</strong></span>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-72429881359265042832008-12-10T15:11:00.002+05:302008-12-11T16:55:08.823+05:30Missing Something Badly ................<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQtgLUlyx8IqflbvUZG8FzsX1fCin9Y15e19RfyhxfVs0SBl17AkC0iTPbP1lbTA4EADOPluT8Kl4b_V9ENeROx-7t9FvLqkjPMI7ddSV7LkJCTTrVTvJGL1Qy4sNxHPdc7IO/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278491860506940626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWQtgLUlyx8IqflbvUZG8FzsX1fCin9Y15e19RfyhxfVs0SBl17AkC0iTPbP1lbTA4EADOPluT8Kl4b_V9ENeROx-7t9FvLqkjPMI7ddSV7LkJCTTrVTvJGL1Qy4sNxHPdc7IO/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#6600cc;">When I see things around me, I feel like I am missing something’s which I always wanted, I feel like I have given up many things to see people around me happy. I feel like I am trying to adjust and survive. But this is not me; I want to live my life I don’t want to survive. I am not saying that I am not happy but somewhere deep down I know I am missing something badly. I never want my life to be this way.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">At one hand I am very happy to have someone who is so loving, caring, understanding, supporting, always ready to do anything just to see a smile on my face.I feel I am lucky to have someone like him in my life who respects me for the person I am.Really feel it’s a blessing to have him in my life, he is one person who makes me believe in myself. I don’t know what I would have done without him.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">And on the other hand I really don’t know why I am missing something badly.This is making me depress at times. I have to make myself believe that I am happy and things are fine, but deep down there is something which haunt me everyday.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Life seems to become still, just office and home sometime dinner and sometime shopping.</span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">When I look back, I feel that, this in not what I planed or dreamt for…..This is not the way I have thought about my life and there are still so many things I want to do, many things I want to learn and experience</span>.<br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">: ?</span></strong>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-3088670848780725322008-12-05T13:04:00.002+05:302008-12-05T13:08:49.658+05:30Why blame others when I myself have been so callous!<strong><em>Where was I when justice was not served to those who died in the 1993 bomb blasts<br />Where was my voice when the train blasts took place in 2005 and our forces were not capable of tracking the perpetuators<br />Where was I when they tried dividing me on my religion and place of residence</em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em>Where was I when the politicians knocked on my door for votes and I avoided going to polls<br />Where was I when criminals were appointed as MLA’s & MLC’s for elections<br />Why did I turn a Blind eye when they gave money for votes</em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em>Why did I let them bully others at gunpoint to cast votes in their favour<br />Where is my voice when I know the roads I travel might cripples someone’s back<br />Where is my voice when the lights go out of my house, coz my taxes are meant for those who default on payments</em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em>Why did I not raise my voice against the injustice being perpeteated<br />Why am I not conscious that the common man’s back is broken awaiting justice from the courts<br />Where was I when judiciary stands in defence of criminals coz it say a man is not guilty till proven by law</em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em>Why do I tolerate to hear that you have to bribe someone to get justice in court<br />Why do I tolerate the fact that some among the judiciary is corrupt<br />Where is my voice when the industrialist bribes bureaucrats to get his work done</em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em>Where is my voice when he grabs others land to sow his vision of tomorrow<br />Where is my voice when they pollute the atmosphere and I turn a blind eye<br />This nation does not need leaders, it needs each of us to be shaken from our stupor </em></strong><br /><br /><strong><em>What’s inked in the constitution is forgotten by those who uphold the offices and our so called people’s representatives<br />We have all taken the freedom fought for by our forefather’s as a granted thing<br /></em></strong><br /><strong><em>Maybe all we need is another freedom movement, to cure the evil from within<br />To the forefront has to come leaders in the form of those educated people who give sermons living in their glass houses but are not willing to sacrifice their comforts as long as it does not scar them.</em></strong><br /><br /><strong>By- Nidhi Sidharthan</strong>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-44451042778563559042008-12-01T15:04:00.000+05:302008-12-01T15:09:02.473+05:30Still feeling scared<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWi0MzuOPJVjT1ZRCF00QW8mpULQyj_jGxOt3-MPvR3mI_SUgX-gqxODdtKQlS5DeyZ1awnyW-FlRA__qOvOqy6b2LLi8cXjBv0W2vKdYzrxM2BRIi4QUOKxjBAxDd4Y0t3uxl/s1600-h/1[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274753207212656162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWi0MzuOPJVjT1ZRCF00QW8mpULQyj_jGxOt3-MPvR3mI_SUgX-gqxODdtKQlS5DeyZ1awnyW-FlRA__qOvOqy6b2LLi8cXjBv0W2vKdYzrxM2BRIi4QUOKxjBAxDd4Y0t3uxl/s320/1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>What happened in past few days was something which I won’t be able to forget in my life. I have never felt so scared before.I am a person who is born and bought up in Manipur, India, a place where terrorists, naxals and rebels create lots of problems. But seeing what just happened in Mumbai, I really feel sad, insecure and helpless.<br /><br />I always use to think that Mumbai is a safe place and I am very much secure out here.<br />Here I am just writing of what I felt about the whole thing, which happened. But I just can’t imagine about the people who lost their near and dear ones and also those people who have witnessed the terror. Will they ever be able to come out of it???<br />It’s really very sad.<br /><br />I really wish if we can do something instead of blaming others or blaming the politicians (remember, at the end of the day its we who vote for the politicians.) If the politicians are wrong then we are also wrong in choosing the right person.<br /><br />And what does the page 3 crowd meant by saying that they are not safe even inside a 5 Star hotel, does that meant that safety should be only for 5 Star hotels.Why are we not talking about the crowd who lost their lives in CST station?<br /><br />Even if the Government had got warnings from Intelligence, is it necessary that we should be protected only when somebody warns us? Why can’t we be protected all the time, so that the other person shouldn’t even think of attacking us at any point in time?<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>:?<br /></strong></span>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-60303089219381705712008-09-24T15:19:00.000+05:302008-09-24T15:26:24.444+05:30At some point of time life seem so unfair.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsosuv-0Jz8DS9c2LeNwtEm_3dRyIzyIgKyJBjuENVKVYXlehLr_gLmBsQiQ1a4UKMSHosXMuix3w0Ar5U1DbgRo-Nx7rTtfdTSkhpZ_oBBRzYe9B_0v8eK5P35MW3hQM3bs6G/s1600-h/AllAlone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249523274366217458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsosuv-0Jz8DS9c2LeNwtEm_3dRyIzyIgKyJBjuENVKVYXlehLr_gLmBsQiQ1a4UKMSHosXMuix3w0Ar5U1DbgRo-Nx7rTtfdTSkhpZ_oBBRzYe9B_0v8eK5P35MW3hQM3bs6G/s320/AllAlone.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Year have gone by, things are not same anymore with people whom I think are my closest of friends. They no more understand me the way they used to. I used to feel that I am among those, who are blessed with such good friends. Maybe with time people are prioritizing their needs and requirements. It's so stupid of me to think that they are still the same as they were before.<br /><br />New friends comes in but old friends are still the best friends. It feels a bit ok when a new friend betray me, but when a friend who is so close hurts me, then it feel so bad like hell. Because when I didn't had anyone in my life, they were there to share things. The feeling that they don't trust you anymore is so scary. And it's so stupid of me to think that they are still the same as they were before.<br /><br />At times the feeling of love is so strong that it gives you some kind of positive vibe as well as some form of energy where you feel that being in love is the best feeling. To feel there is someone who is always there for me no matter what, make me so confident in life. And at that point of time when I realize that the person is not bothered, life seems so unfair. The pain it gives is not something which can easily heal...<br /><span style="color:#009900;">:(</span></strong>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-50443624405852187932008-08-13T14:25:00.000+05:302008-08-13T14:32:02.325+05:30Dear Friend, I miss you lots..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6hw4TlFvD9VNmkIOlC-_s5jQVbaSx3bYh3nReHfTaG3NkdDiMVot9_p0aabmQaVkK-SoCIxN1RPHJ-N1CufZQJOiBKUXDTGc5m0AaJujTSGJ60DHOcY3cXuANe_P1-7BLszh/s1600-h/FIGFGS-8801SecretsBetweenFriends.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233923943235288930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_6hw4TlFvD9VNmkIOlC-_s5jQVbaSx3bYh3nReHfTaG3NkdDiMVot9_p0aabmQaVkK-SoCIxN1RPHJ-N1CufZQJOiBKUXDTGc5m0AaJujTSGJ60DHOcY3cXuANe_P1-7BLszh/s320/FIGFGS-8801SecretsBetweenFriends.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Met one of my dearest friend after a long time.<br /><br />She was my college friend, who came from Chennai. She is going to UK for further studies.<br /><br />She came to Mumbai to meet us.<br /><br />Took a day off from office but that one day was not enough, so on the second day also I took half day from office just to meet her again. I don't know when I will see her again, so didn't want to miss the chance at all.<br /><br />She is one of the best friends of mine and a gem of a person; I am not saying this because she is my friend. It's so difficult to find a person like her. I guess I am lucky.<br />She is one person you can always depend on. She is always there for all her friends with that sweet smile of her, to hug you and to make you feel that no matter what, she is your best friend. She is always jolly, making everyone around laugh. Even if you are with her for the first time, she will make you feel as if she knows you for years. She has best collection of shoes which I envy. Her dressing sense will impress you. She can be a girl next door, a sexy lady and sometime just causal, crazy about shopping just like me.<br /><br />From the time she left Mumbai we hardly call each other, still our friendship is so strong that even if we meet after six months everything seems the same. The way we use to talk, giggles, always confuse where to go for lunch then shopping. Update about each other.<br /><br />When I left Bangalore for Mumbai I use to miss my friends so much and at that point of time I didn't had any friends in Mumbai.<br /><br />Now I feel I am going through same phase again.<br />Everyone says good time never last long but good friends are forever.<br /><br />Friendship is one such relationship which is so pure and makes life so beautiful.<br />She is one such friend who adds colors in my life making it a beautiful one.<br /><br />I am going to miss her like hell.<br /></span><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>:(</strong></span>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-5599534909340715922008-07-29T17:45:00.000+05:302008-07-29T17:53:41.928+05:30How important is to have someone special in my life<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI8LwEIirqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lygRg3NdvYk/s1600-h/flower-piano_fuul.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228410612771630754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/SI8LwEIirqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lygRg3NdvYk/s320/flower-piano_fuul.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Life goes on with its ups and down. Sometimes a small thing make me smile to glory and sometime even a tiny thing bring tear in my eyes.<br /><br />Life would have been the way it was… but..<br />But that one person's entry in my life gave a whole new meaning to my life. I am very romantic person and always believe in Love but never thought that this special person can change my entire world.<br /><br />He came as a stranger, then a friend then a person whom I feel comfortable to share my feelings, like, dislikes. Then after that I start trusting him more than before and now he is someone who is very special for me.<br /><br />It's easy to imagine what love is all about but when you actually fall for someone that's the time you realize how special the other person is.<br />Love is not a fairytale which I use to believe but it's not less then a fairy tale if you believe in the person you love.<br /><br />The special person in my life is very special to me as he is my life itself.<br />I am a kind of person who can't just sit at home but now I don't care where I am as long as I am with him.<br /><br />Every moment with him is moment to treasure.<br />It's not the place or not the gifts but it's the effort he put in for every small thing to keep me happy and smiling.<br /><br />When you fall in love, it's the wish of other person which is more important to you rather then your own wish.<br />I thought I know so much about life and am quite mature to handle things but now I know what is life is all about.<br /><br />Make your special one feel how special they are, the same they will make you feel.<br />They know that they are special but its equally important to show your emotion in action than just keeping quite.<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>:) </strong></span></div>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-27549776256148480472008-05-23T15:57:00.000+05:302008-07-30T15:09:38.989+05:30'May' for ME<div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203519227533520210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73mwliMK8759pMLqryzCVAEILKHbrZ-yYAkmLuw05NoMVnReGZF8Mtw2cis0jYDlDQ-k2VnY1uUula0i8HC3tz4BHDViAJr8gyKaIxU3-NAQpgDLKiOcisnSRkeILosqztigg/s320/06052008652.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#009900;"> It my Birthday this month, if not for anything else it’s special for me because it’s my birthday ;)<br />Start the month with shopping and more shopping, honestly I can’t count how much I shop this time. Was not able to meet any of my friends as final exam is from 9th May, all are busy studying on my birthday but was really happy to be with the one I love to be with.<br />I went to my favorite place also “Ishkon Temple’. I love going there, feel so peaceful.<br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;">Actually I had quite a memorable birthday or should I say lovely birthday…<br />Last year I was so happy with the bouque Minx sent but this year, I got more then I deserve. I love to feel special and birthday always make me feel special. And this time it’s all because of him. No one has ever tried so much to impress me, no one has ever made me feel so special the way he make me feel. And yes I am impressed.<br /><br />I went out for dinner to a new place “Blue Frog” where there Live band playing. But I love the ambience more, it’s amazing. I had nice time out there. It was a wonderful day for me.<br /><br />Change doesn’t mean always negative or always positive. But yes, a person can change your life completely. I have experience both the side of it. I am sharing this with my own personal experience. Things end and things start. We are just left with experiences, at times it’s really difficult to understand and go on but still life goes on. And to go with the flow is the only options. </span></div><div><br /><div><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>:)</strong></span></div></div></div>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-35941916412718049272008-03-20T10:13:00.000+05:302008-03-20T10:19:17.163+05:30Certain kind of people....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179680105893508978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_B7lPuiiAlFRtN4wDQ4iEm1tFYS0lArVOwZyFaiu7iF3P_cZbz4wpAXKToeGwtSqbIVanQQfEHHPjT1KZXZ06VNooOa3UXS6EiTteSXmZu5F0WwL9mvIy-aJwQ6vzQiXJNmY/s320/Mixed%2520Flowers%2520and%2520a%2520Bear.jpg" border="0" />In life, when I feel that there is nothing much I can do now.<br />Knowingly or unknowingly certain people walk into my life… ,<br />which almost change my attitude towards life in a positive way<br />or in a way which I think was not possible or atleast very difficult.<br /><br />These people are the one who made the world a better place by just being in it<br />Certain kind of people…. who always end up doing somethings which make big difference in the life of others.<br />People…. who always think about others first before they think about themselves<br /><br />Sometimes they don't even know how much happiness and hope they give to others by just being themselves.<br />These are people who never have to work hard for being good or nice to anybody.<br />In short they are nice human being.<br /><br />They are like sunlight in my gloomy days.<br />They shine on to the corners of the heart<br />Its not their presence which brings meaning to life but the way they touches my heart that gives a beautiful meaning.<br /><br />Wishing a very Happy Birthday to one such person...<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>:)</strong></span>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-62744690920269457702008-02-14T10:33:00.000+05:302008-02-15T09:55:14.136+05:30For My ValentinE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7pzaxl3yxehPP-qQx0LIAzStQuNCV40m-rnrwVuiJ_nZFJOE0yJSjU7pBSujZFJtf6vQnrJPo69yn87Bhhncxe4ntW13vQM3qNoKHQMocjHcEWjek39vvFlE3oWsqY5bzeA7/s1600-h/Saint_Valentines_Day__003273_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166698560643863122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7pzaxl3yxehPP-qQx0LIAzStQuNCV40m-rnrwVuiJ_nZFJOE0yJSjU7pBSujZFJtf6vQnrJPo69yn87Bhhncxe4ntW13vQM3qNoKHQMocjHcEWjek39vvFlE3oWsqY5bzeA7/s320/Saint_Valentines_Day__003273_.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff99ff;">With you I don’t need any special day to celebrate my Love<br />But I don’t want to miss any occasion to celebrate it<br />I don’t need any special treatment on this special day<br />Because being with you is the most special treatment for me<br /><br />With you, I came to know the real meaning of life<br />Happy little memories go flitting through my mind<br />I have even experience the pain in Love being with you<br />So, the love we share is real and true as life itself<br /><br />Distances sometimes take away my smile<br />But just the thought that you are with me<br />Brings my smile back on my face<br />In my thoughts and memories<br /><br />I always seem to find the picture of your face,<br />The feel of your touch..<br />You cannot go beyond my thoughts or leave my love behind<br />Because I keep you in my heart and forever on my mind<br /><br />I may not tell you<br />But every time I see you I fall in love again and again with you<br />And though I may not tell you<br />I think you know it’s true that I find daily happiness<br /><br />In the very thought of you<br />You make my life complete and worth<br />I love being with you<br /></span><div><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Happy Valentine’s Day my Love</span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>:) </strong></span></div>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-55756679547749319842008-01-15T17:12:00.000+05:302008-01-16T15:25:56.255+05:302007 FoR mE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobPmkZF8bsWIqR68wvjSnL8yRkit1yY_-XGkT8qQWevVaJY5I5lNSWbFa4p1YqWCagEghP4R2oaUfBFHWHR3uRdXJjq1Opep6DVpHHww3NWB-MowbDpj1j3DFhniCQADOAnaO/s1600-h/submerged-flowers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155669606958584098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjobPmkZF8bsWIqR68wvjSnL8yRkit1yY_-XGkT8qQWevVaJY5I5lNSWbFa4p1YqWCagEghP4R2oaUfBFHWHR3uRdXJjq1Opep6DVpHHww3NWB-MowbDpj1j3DFhniCQADOAnaO/s320/submerged-flowers.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#009900;"> </span><span style="color:#990000;">Got one of the best gifts of my life which is only mine. Have gone through many ups and down but what matter is that we are still together. This is one reason which makes 2007 special for me. I won’t say is a merry ride but I learned a lot this year.<br /><br /> Valentine’s Day is always special to me but this year it’s memorable just because i got to know the real meaning of Valentine’s Day. It was quite a nice day for me spent time with my college friends, my best friend and my sweetheart.<br /><br /> I am happy that I am able to make my final decision about something which been irritating me for so long. If things are never meant to happen there is no point in trying. I may have hurt the other person but I just can’t do anything.<br /><br /> There are two kinds of relationship in life, one is where you are forced by birth- like your uncle, aunt, cousin etc and the other ones are by choice -like your school friends, college friends etc. I can trust relation by choice but not the one by force. It really hurts when someone close ditch.<br /><br /> Yes my Birthday, I won’t say it was great but it was good. Nothing much happened, went out with my friends. The only thing which made my Birthday special was because of ‘HIM’, he was far from me but was with me from the start of the day till the end.<br /><br /> Got to know more about someone and the relation become stronger day by day (touch hood) ;) what shall I write about him, he is the best. He shows me the real meaning of Love, if I still believe in love, its all because of him. If I am wrong he won’t take it lightly, he will shout and try to change to make me a better human being. Love is not just Hindi movies love story. In any kind of relationship you have to work hard to make it happy and strong, you just can’t take it for granted.<br /><br /> I am very particular about making friends so I have few good friends but this year I got to add some more names in my good friend list. One being Arun Gokul and another Ameet, Ajay, then Pratik, Salomi, Priti, Fisher. Really like to thank them for being there for me in my ups and downs. This year I had to go through many downs in life. So if I am smiling today after going through all these things, it’s because of them. Friends worth keeping till the end.<br /><br /> Trip to Shirdi “Sai Baba”, was one of the most memorable trip which I will treasure whole life. I felt I am really blessed; I was there for aarti for half an hour. I was with the person whom I love the most that too in such a holy place. What more could I ask for… </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"> It’s really good to get back good friends after some stupid misunderstanding, and the best part being that we are still the same. I am really happy that he is back in my life as my best friend ever. I say best friend because nobody knows me better then him. He is one person you understand me completely and maybe the only person who will say sorry even if it’s my faults. Thanks for coming back in my life. </span><br /><p><span style="color:#990000;"> Lastly, trip to Goa. That’s the closing event for me in 2007 and an opening of a new chapter in my life. Got to be with some very important people which will be more important with time. It’s just the start. Long way to go. And one thing which I learned, dreams do come true but you should never expect that, it will turn out the way you dreamt.<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>:)</strong></span></p>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-35654831799982533542007-11-08T16:11:00.001+05:302007-11-20T17:46:51.145+05:30Happy Diwali<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQslZlyt9qjLOyTEHXyTH-uMBuRIVFQza9-mXsGZTD2LEQeSnkZN4HYqGRTgfGHf77C1q3LZ937kFvy6lncSl1nNmZLerXO2-L1WY60BXNQb5a5i3hwxXPF8fGp4stwgpbzqL/s1600-h/8455-017-07-1021.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130418487666055426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigQslZlyt9qjLOyTEHXyTH-uMBuRIVFQza9-mXsGZTD2LEQeSnkZN4HYqGRTgfGHf77C1q3LZ937kFvy6lncSl1nNmZLerXO2-L1WY60BXNQb5a5i3hwxXPF8fGp4stwgpbzqL/s320/8455-017-07-1021.gif" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Its time again to celebrate the festival of Light. :)</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>No matter where you are, the spirit of the festival make you feel special. </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>The best part is that everyone is busy with one or other thing shopping, cleaning, rangoli, sweets, new dresses, crackers etc. all this are the soul of Diwali.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>HAPPY DIWALI</strong></span><br /><p><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">:)</span><br /></strong></span></p>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-66803901137001076092007-11-03T12:32:00.001+05:302007-11-03T13:59:18.787+05:3027/10/07<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZxhncGgf-eA5-oBnTKxJUpqygXuJg8XhLhNOcKtH0wWqGtZUTy_nJwZsTOOPs_s2XM17dU9tuTIjOVidyzxPDxrbcx2UDXcZnAAoyhG9ZcJ-bF3OTBkqhKI7BzWayAKDTEKg/s1600-h/oxkdbjxh300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128506238167005810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKZxhncGgf-eA5-oBnTKxJUpqygXuJg8XhLhNOcKtH0wWqGtZUTy_nJwZsTOOPs_s2XM17dU9tuTIjOVidyzxPDxrbcx2UDXcZnAAoyhG9ZcJ-bF3OTBkqhKI7BzWayAKDTEKg/s320/oxkdbjxh300.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#00cccc;">I have been thinking about writing this post from one week. Actually it’s nothing special as such, but it was special to me.<br />I have been going out with friends for Birthday Parties, Friendships day, Valentines Day and all other days, which are meant to be special.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Even 27th Nov, was one such day Then what make it so special that I am writing this blog. It was my office Diwali Treat. My first ever office party. I heard lots of story about office trip and parties from my friends and seniors but never got chance to experience myself. Now even I can share my opinion.<br /><br />We went to a place call <strong>‘Forest Café’</strong>, a very nice place. But the best part was that it has a DJ playing all rocking number. As I love dancing what more could I ask for?<br />The food was good, I got to try different cuisine, and as long as Chinese cuisine is there I don’t have any complain. I had a blast.<br /><br />Plus point was that I came to know more about my colleague in other department. Usually we are so caught up in our on department that there is not much interaction. So, these kinds of opportunity break the ice.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">And to add Cherry on the cake it was my Director’s Birthday.<br />So it was a double celebration for me. </span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;">;)<br /></span></strong><div></div>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-80627751752299405982007-10-25T15:16:00.000+05:302007-12-13T17:09:12.255+05:30Thank you for being a part of my life<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0lKiHKa1B9rJCFTyqABMLdA84QCOzA_yDAe3RjmeRLFJTRc5DWEiXWDXBY0Uk4DgDoiGGDGmvaVf5SC4kUY_2Uhb30CHJ9jap6JJVaC7JNUbd_cuKrGH5oQnvaqTvm2zUia3t/s1600-h/couplelove.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143420431974434530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0lKiHKa1B9rJCFTyqABMLdA84QCOzA_yDAe3RjmeRLFJTRc5DWEiXWDXBY0Uk4DgDoiGGDGmvaVf5SC4kUY_2Uhb30CHJ9jap6JJVaC7JNUbd_cuKrGH5oQnvaqTvm2zUia3t/s320/couplelove.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPR7CtL5Lz9BLQDG7_cksnFDdGHdMIVA45giFaScQPuWQJu9CeBQc0IsgVzAEMIPKIws-0opAR5COIC7hfBHcLXXO_yK7lVNNn0C1w10rV6lGFcNxlwdtEN8g2T5oyCun3Toc5/s1600-h/image004.jpg"></a><span style="color:#009900;"><em><strong>It’s been many months that we have been together.<br />We have gone through many things.<br />I have known you more with everyday<br />We have our happy days and not so happy days.<br />But the best part is, We are still the same<br /><br />Still remember the first time I heard your voice<br />First time I met you<br />Remember the first time you say “I Love You”<br />Felt that the best thing happen to me<br />But the best part is, You always surprises me<br /><br />Days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months<br />Sometimes we don’t have much time for each other<br />Sometimes distance plays a negative role<br />Life seem quite busy, still life goes on<br />But the best part is, there is sense of belongingness<br /><br />Just a word from you bring smile on my face<br />Being with you, I enjoy the magic of Love<br />Realize why it is call as falling in Love<br />Toady, I love You more than yesterday but less than tomorrow<br />Because I fall in Love all over again with<br />‘ You’<br /><br />“Thank you for being a part of my life, </strong></em><br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"><em><strong>whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime”<br /></strong></em><br /></span><span style="color:#006600;"><em><strong>:)</strong> </em><br /></span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em></em></span></div>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-43483744962115253682007-10-15T17:23:00.000+05:302007-10-15T17:41:32.271+05:30Stuck Between College and Work<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiula1nrpVGMCOoyjz5MExN9JdzHjM9ovYc6kl8dmb0Te0BKf3rY4KY-7tNR-5oK1wfAADv8wh3Ze1UISjhnaPjfXzq4qPPiq9JpMR_zY9z2plmTfieAOo1IzA_nYum5ACIzMos/s1600-h/image005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121532285024798818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiula1nrpVGMCOoyjz5MExN9JdzHjM9ovYc6kl8dmb0Te0BKf3rY4KY-7tNR-5oK1wfAADv8wh3Ze1UISjhnaPjfXzq4qPPiq9JpMR_zY9z2plmTfieAOo1IzA_nYum5ACIzMos/s320/image005.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#9999ff;"><span style="color:#993399;">Its been really long that I haven’t update my blog. Many people are even complaining. I never knew that complains can be good at times, as it help me know that there are people who like my blog. Actually, I always make an excuse saying that I don’t have anything to write about, but honestly speaking, I have so many things happening in my life that it become difficult to decide which topic to start with.<br /> Ok let’s start with Work. Now it has become my necessary evil. New place new people (I am talking about my work place when I join, now its almost 5 months). Feel actually very different, different from what I see and what I thought it would be. To start off my career, I think I came to a right place. Small Company always gives you more responsibility and in return, learning is more. I joined the company in hurry, as it’s a part of my MA part 2 to join somewhere in HR. So this thing again prove that “You always get what you deserved” (my all time fav saying).<br /><br />Coming back to work, I joined as a fresher.<br />Initially I was kind of scared, because everyone keeps on telling me that it will be different this and that… It’s not like what we use to do when we were in college. First one month went on learning. From next month onwards, work on full swing. Within two months I came to know a lot about the Service world.<br />In my current organization I feel I am still part of my college group because in my team everyone is very cooperative and ready to help at any point of time. Yes, like any other workplace work pressure is there, stress is there but it’s not too much.<br />People keep on saying about the work profile and all in an organization but I feel that work environment is also very important at the same time.<br />And one more thing is ‘How supportive is your Supervisor?’.<br />This is one plus point about my organization.<br />I will keep on talking about my work now and then but for now its enough.<br /> <br />College has also become very demanding as it’s my final year. Projects and more projects. Presentation, more books. In my First Year “Mocha’s” use to be my classroom but now I came to realized that my college has very good Library too ;).<br />Really I am stuck in between college and work.<br /></span><br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"><strong> :)<br /></strong></span><div></div>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-74457116561817576572007-06-14T17:55:00.000+05:302007-06-14T18:11:12.099+05:30Waiting for you forever…<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2DUikt-7-qz_o8YZnmJfZgLOj4Cyl9Kdn3ZM5Paj_-uU7l9cUiKLJ4ZgQjPNU1UcBszYxtlnQVyAGKI4X5bO43SaeI3avjmBFZT7LtVg8EBIa3CzoqVaDclqLpzR9ZEC83jR/s1600-h/image003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075898920078842210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2DUikt-7-qz_o8YZnmJfZgLOj4Cyl9Kdn3ZM5Paj_-uU7l9cUiKLJ4ZgQjPNU1UcBszYxtlnQVyAGKI4X5bO43SaeI3avjmBFZT7LtVg8EBIa3CzoqVaDclqLpzR9ZEC83jR/s320/image003.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><em>As the days to be with you are nearing<br />Each day seem like a year to me<br />Sometime I feel that it was just yesterday<br />But again I feel like I have not seen you for years<br /><br />Feels like I have never waited<br />Never waited for anyone like this before in my life<br />Waiting for the days to be with you again<br />Everything seem so new<br />Everything seem quite exciting<br /><br />Just the thought of you brighten my day<br />There is a kind of glow in my face<br />I don’t need a reason to smile when you are near me<br />As you are the smile of my life<br />You coming here will bring my smile back to me<br /><br />I feel so lonely without you<br />My world is incomplete without you<br />As you are the only one<br />For whom I can wait for this Lifetime.<br /><br /></em></span><strong><span style="color:#006600;">:)</span></strong>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-52521379853564359812007-05-24T02:13:00.000+05:302007-05-24T02:21:10.548+05:30A sense of feeling which came with someone special<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu78oazjDoo-Vz_FMUmzhL7kwV1U7Tsix7RMHyETpspEiUlm_GQU4pSEu5uifIq1OOkL8bGMYdSLXKM2eUkQisTertK6YH2y8k0YHiM2JZp45akQavCn8xeFJj8ltFcP4_4n2l/s1600-h/ATT65945702.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu78oazjDoo-Vz_FMUmzhL7kwV1U7Tsix7RMHyETpspEiUlm_GQU4pSEu5uifIq1OOkL8bGMYdSLXKM2eUkQisTertK6YH2y8k0YHiM2JZp45akQavCn8xeFJj8ltFcP4_4n2l/s320/ATT65945702.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067859878744669346" border="0" /></a> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">A kind of feeling no one has ever make me felt<br /><span style=""></span>A kind of trust which I always long for<br /><span style=""></span>A kind of belonging which make be so complete<br /><span style=""></span>A kind of Love… Yes Love.</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p>Love itself is such a big word, people who are lucky in love says.. Love is so Beautiful and people who are not so lucky feel love is such a waste of time. No matter what, for me Love is Sacred. As only, love can bring meaning to your life. You have to fall in love to experience it. Don’t be scared to fall in Love. I am not saying that Love is always Beautiful. If I have to explain Love in a word then its “BITTERSWEET”.</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><span style=""></span>Many people come in my life; people leave me alone with time and place.<br /><span style=""></span>Things change, people change, feelings change.<span style=""></span><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">But a kind of feeling which came with someone, it’s so different. At one <span style=""></span>moment I feel that I can do anything and the next moment I feel lonely. Sometime I feel alone in the crowd and sometime even when I am alone I can feel his presence.</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>For the very first time in my life, I think twice before doing anything. First I think whether he will like it or not. How will he feel? :)<span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style=""></span></span><br />Feel like asking him for every small thing.<br />But this doesn’t change me as a person. I am still the same. Its just that the feeling is so different, I become more confident, there is always a feeling which make me believe that he is always there for me, in heart if not physically.</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>I can’t even think of hurting him in anyways. As for me, Love is all about loving the other person more then myself. Just being with him makes me believe that life is not so bad.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> ;) </p>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-21758312293814631682007-05-19T18:25:00.000+05:302007-05-19T18:32:46.329+05:30The End or The New Beginning<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/Rk70UoQHvJI/AAAAAAAAABs/d0WJHtw4MbU/s1600-h/423937320_67f5882a0d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/Rk70UoQHvJI/AAAAAAAAABs/d0WJHtw4MbU/s320/423937320_67f5882a0d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066255266077981842" border="0" /></a>“Journeys end. Friends depart.<br />Every phase of life comes to an end.<br />But every end is also a new beginning.<br />It is a new chapter waiting to open.<o:p></o:p> <p>It’s up to you what you want to think about,<br />The End or The New Beginning!”</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">These lines inspire me to write, its quite sometime I haven’t written anything.</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style=""> </span>It’s so true, every End is a new Beginning. Sometime we are so lost in the ‘End’ of something that we are not able to see the ‘Beginning’. I know it’s not easy to be happy when something nice end in our life, I was really lost when I first came to Mumbai, no friends at all. That too, after living only with friends for 3yrs in hostel. But slowly with time, I know what to do and where to start. But the initial days were so bad. I use to miss my college, which I never thought . Miss my entire hostel as well as college friends. All of them have move on in life; I use to think I am the only one stuck out here. Whenever they call up, they will tell me about their new friends and all. They were happy with the New Beginning and I was sad because of the End. So later on I came to realize which path to go. Now I am happy with the New Beginning, new friends, and new way of life but yes the same old Dreams. How can someone Change their dream.</p> <p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style=""> </span>Life is all about choice. It’s up to you to decide. The choice is between the End and Beginning….. Everything changes with time. Which seem important at this point of time may not be so important later on in life. But we have to go with the flow.. This is what life is all about.</p><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">: )</span><br /></p>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-6607448984513484462007-05-08T16:19:00.000+05:302007-05-08T16:28:40.522+05:30Happy Birthday to Me 6th May<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RkBXUAo0aUI/AAAAAAAAABk/DtBA3nKeHOg/s1600-h/06052007125.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dNvhlQpPgDU/RkBXUAo0aUI/AAAAAAAAABk/DtBA3nKeHOg/s200/06052007125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062141982444644674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;">I am a year older; but I truly agree<span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"> “</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">we're older but no wiser For in our hearts, the dreams are still the same” </span>Dreams which sometime seem impossible. But still dreaming about it and hope it will come true someday.</span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Wingdings; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style=""></span></span><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"><o:p></o:p></span> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;"><span style=""> </span>Let’s come back to reality; My Birthday was quite nice not because I celebrate it with full swing. It was just like another day, some bit of shopping, went to meet one of good friend as she was not well, then at night went out with my cousin and friends. But the feeling was good, happy I guess the only thing which say ‘happy’ birthday make a person happy.<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">Happy because I start my day and end my day the way I wanted but still, was missing someone badly. Happy as my mom, dad, bro, sis and all my friends whether old or new make me feel so special. Another year has past, when I look back I am quite happy, the way i had come but its just the starting.. still a long way to go. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial;">“A miles to go before I sleep<o:p></o:p><br /><span style=""></span>A miles to go before I sleep.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 9pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(127, 127, 127);"><o:p><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"> : )</span><br /></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" > </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" ><o:p></o:p></span><p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127);font-family:Arial;font-size:9;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-22971141247055630762007-05-03T19:51:00.001+05:302009-03-19T17:26:05.687+05:30Thank you all.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7nUsVNYsOlOMBK7TfJK_H0eA0zkektPSbiPjUW04F_4xZ77NdQqIPn1soInnTprtY_Oa0oE-2BCWbyMn0W5cWxKBYyZPLe0QvBpMGslr6zl5nm1-kODwVmZLXV3XTfMPAiDe/s1600-h/45921602_0503b9bd78.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060389451104282914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC7nUsVNYsOlOMBK7TfJK_H0eA0zkektPSbiPjUW04F_4xZ77NdQqIPn1soInnTprtY_Oa0oE-2BCWbyMn0W5cWxKBYyZPLe0QvBpMGslr6zl5nm1-kODwVmZLXV3XTfMPAiDe/s320/45921602_0503b9bd78.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)">I got this fantastic idea from, one of the best writer I ever met in my life. As soon as I read his post I was like I have to do the same thing for people who matters.<br /><br /></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)">The whole idea to this post is to thank some people for good things they did to me or to other people. At times you want to thank them but you really don’t know how to do it. So, here is one of the options. These few words may justify their good work but I will try my best.<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br /><h2 style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"><span style="font-size:100%;">I really want to thank, appreciate people whom I have met in school, college, work place or maybe in the part of so call ‘Life’.</span></h2><o:p style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"></o:p><strong>THE IDEA<br /><br /></strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">The idea is to follow a simple </span><strong style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">baton carrier mechanism</strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"> to review or interview or recommend a person whom you know personally, or have met online, or have interacted for professional work, or have been a fan of his/her profession, or you just have a crush on him/her.</span><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><strong>WHY?</strong></p><p style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)">The reasons can be</p><ul type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)">just for fun</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)">to appreciate a person for his work</li><li class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)">to let others know more about the person and his/her work</li><li class="MsoNormal"><em style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,0)">and much much more</em></li></ul><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)">You can see <a href="http://www.brajeshwar.com/2007/i-respect-regard-and-recommend-these-people/">some simple rules</a>!</span><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">Here are my </span><strong style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)">Recommendation, Reviews and Appreciation</strong><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"> of the following people</span> </p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)">Bidya Takhellambam</p><p style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)">Where to start about this girl? She is gem of a person. I am so proud to say that she is my best friend, I don’t make friends easily, and best friend…. I have known her for more then 7yrs now. In this period we have learned from each other, grow together as a better person. She is a beautiful person; I don’t mean the physical appearance. I will call every person lucky, who got a chance to know her. That’s make me lucky too ;). She is a person who believes in herself more then anybody, who know what she want I in life and who is always ready to take any kind of risk to fulfill her dream. Once she starts talking there is no way you can stop her. She is the only person who understand my silence more then my words, and the only person I can believe blindly. Best part of her; give her a piece of cloth she will come out with a dress from that piece of cloth. I meant she will design, do the cutting even stitching that too with only her hand. Isn’t it amazing?<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lindathejyoti/482807814/">Bidya's Photo</a></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Vasupradha chetty</span></strong></p><p style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)">How can I forget the first time I met her. I swear she will never forgive me for that. A dark beauty who know how to laugh, you know what I meant. When she laugh it’s seem like nobody in the world can be as happy as she is. A software engg by profession but a person who will only read about art and philosophy, maybe that’s why we get along very well. Best part about her is that she very dedicated to whatever she does, she may not like it but she will always give her 100% to it.</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"> </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)">She is one person who can get along with anybody and everybody. I friend for lifetime is what’s best describe her</span>.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lindathejyoti/482808232/"><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)">Vasu<span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline">'s Photo</span></span></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lindathejyoti/482808232/"><br /></a></p><p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"><strong>I took the baton from</strong></p><ul style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.brajeshwar.com/2007/i-respect-regard-and-recommend-these-people/">Brajeshwar</a></li></ul><strong>And I am passing on the Baton to the following</strong><br /><br /><ul style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)" type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal">Minnie</li><li class="MsoNormal">Vasu</li><li class="MsoNormal">Arun Gokul</li></ul><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)">: )</span><br /><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"><o:p></o:p></p>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20716177.post-26916792366154468212007-04-29T11:38:00.000+05:302007-04-29T22:47:46.676+05:30For someone special.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6f_-g1lbNYmYw5PGkXBPNQe1lXJ_1uCfPPN9GNBBswKTW67XYDWjJL4nc9b7qBkuXqpOc5mAoZRt0henP41O-QMHo8rneBQfNr_S0X11OMJwoXQtXqLId45dojl4xwmYYSiw/s1600-h/30032007047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ6f_-g1lbNYmYw5PGkXBPNQe1lXJ_1uCfPPN9GNBBswKTW67XYDWjJL4nc9b7qBkuXqpOc5mAoZRt0henP41O-QMHo8rneBQfNr_S0X11OMJwoXQtXqLId45dojl4xwmYYSiw/s200/30032007047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058730142029080770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">The days are quite challenging, the nights are too long</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />Every single day is like a year to me, when you are not near me</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />Still smiling, still waiting, and missing more then before.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />Because i know somewhere somehow you always give me hope to go on.</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br /><br />As, Sometime your silence speaks louder than your words.<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">But your words, your voice is the only source of strength</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">The strength which make me believe that you are always with me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">No matter how far you are, but in the matter of heart you are so close.<br />So close which make be feel that nobody can ever be so close with me.<br /></span> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">I long for; the days were you pamper me like a baby.<br />I long for, the way when you shout at me when I make stupid mistake.<br />I long for, the time I had with you, only with you.<br />I just can’t wait to be with you. </p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">Till then, let your words, your voice give me strength<br />The Strength <span style=""> </span>which I need till I see you again.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">; )</span><br /></span></p>Jyotihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08345725500422983474noreply@blogger.com5