tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18959061793923060642024-03-14T19:33:22.256+05:30Tranquil Chaostarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-65938333588253116212016-03-15T02:34:00.000+05:302016-03-16T16:49:56.181+05:30Life and its many connotationsIts been quite a long time since I have written anything, so this blog post might be a little rusty around the edges but bear with the contents. Life, hmm, has been quite interesting lately marked by the events of marriage; developing and understanding situations from a whole different stand point. Writing this post after watching an incredibly touching movie, I want to capture some of the memories of childhood, parents, post graduate studies and the most recent one of meeting my better half.<br />
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Its amazing how life unfolds through the days and years in a series of twists and turns marked by your behavior and attitude that we display in those moments. In my post-graduate studies, I would often switch off the lights in the night and gaze through the darkness rewinding and replaying the good and bad incidents of the past. As I would often fall asleep through them; I would wake up in the morning with a fresh perspective, feeling humbled by my actions, behaviors and attitude and also a deep founded respect towards my parents, brothers and sisters .<br />
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Through this, there would be an awareness, so as to say, from recounting those incidents and watching yourself -in words, tone and actions; from the eyes from a person virtually present in that exact same time. This routine would help me in evaluating my behaviour in a relatively short span of time and form a self-corrective nature. <br />
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But as life keeps moving along, you get busy. For me, Busy is a hypocritical word. The word keeps you engaged in things and events that give you little or no happiness of being in that state. It is like a suspended state of action with little or no time left for thinking about the actions executed, words spoken, tones used or attitude exhibited. There is little time left for feeling and emotions; and striking things off from the to-do-list becomes the most important objective of the day. When even remembering the almighty for a moment just after hitting the bed becomes a thing that you postpone to the next day and so on and so forth. <br />
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For the last couple of days, after getting married to a person whom I have come to respect in un-imaginable terms, I've been having conversations with myself about exploring the next thing in life to set, to do and to accomplish. While I may not have a found an exact answer to those questions, what I have come to realize is a new connotation to the word "life". <br />
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In simple terms, Life is about being aware. Aware about the transformations taking place in the lives of people around you. Aware about the stage of life your parents are progressing on, understanding that they are no longer as active as they used to be. Aware of the small small changes like the warmness of their hands amid the wrinkles that criss cross them, the softness of their skin and the silky whites that grace their heads. I don't know about others, but observing such things instills a sense of pride and confidence about them. At the same time, it also pushes me to perform actions that bring a smile on their face and make them happy.<br />
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Aware about the stage of life your siblings and their families are and taking out time to become an important contributor and shape memories for the years ahead. Also for those really cool and admirable uncles and aunts and teachers and neighbors, to whom we used to look upto when life's definition comprised of 3 simple actions - school, cricket and tv. Taking time out and being part of such small conversations immediately plunges you back into those really warm "etched in memory and frozen in time" moments like an India vs Pakistan match in the 2003 world cup and you cramming for a board exam in the hot store room upstairs. <br />
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As I am writing this post, another thought comes to my mind that being aware is an incomplete reference for life. After all there are 2 lives that are being talked about - yours and of the people who matter the most to you. So being aware of the lives of people around you needs to be complemented with balancing your own life. Now this may seem a simple word "balance"; which essentially means striking an equal between 2 or more things. However, the challenge for most working professionals is to find the their own definition of the word. While for some it may mean striking corporate success, to some it may be sustainable work and pay and good peer atmosphere. Where most people in my age group fail is observing the state of "other happy" people from a distance and evaluating their definition of balance and then trying to fit their lives in that mirage of a definition. <br />
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As I conclude this, I too, am trying to express the billions of thoughts running through me, trying to pen them down and re-read them to think, feel and develop a new perspective about life.<br />
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PS- writing something after a very long time, ignore some grammatical accidents.<br />
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So here begins the journey!Jump on board.<br />
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Out of college.Out of home.To make the world my home!(haha..sounds funny)<br />
Excited to work with the largest car organization in the country. <br />
Cool experience; one from which learnings were immense. <br />
Induction into the company, company presentations<br />
From Core values and ethics<br />
To Assertiveness and Presentation skills.<br />
Interacting with group heads,business heads and even pantry guys (the most important people, seriously,they'll help you out when the entire office is against you)<br />
Group CEO's appreciating gave a real high.<br />
"The only difference was of a business suit"!!-Alok,would always remember that my friend.<br />
Made some really awesome friends and seniors.<br />
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<i>The "Paying Guest Stint"<b></b></i>, the bloody sinus,the Kashmiri friend, the long night discussions, the "Sports Bar" nights, the Tuborg and Peanut masala,the 3rd floor Beverly Hills apartment,the happy birthdays, the misty mornings, the sunrise pushups on the terrace, the morning rush to office, the drives back home.<br />
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<b>The "Own Flat Awesome Period", <i></i></b><br />
The midnight snacking, the Facebook "checking out" nights<br />
The business idea nights(Midnight Maggi B-Plan<br />
The economics-politics, fate of country kind of discussions<br />
The all night guitar-songs-beer-friends get togethers<br />
The tussle with the cook aunti, the fights about cleaning the flat<br />
The off-hand smoke(Gudang Garam) sitting in garden, the occasional HIGH!<br />
The confirmation party on 16th December 2009,the 12 cheese burst pizzas, friends who got kicked out the next day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53HE7nxe0URRUe4ko8XChkPU6d61jAlcmy0nd0eGtzcoi4qQnXxORxT0DAdDNIjPLcZ05urCRSrk43-a64okn1iw-GdG2-aiQOzc-mrSPfNiirRTtprgaJ-R8d5B7G6ZNYcOaPEDrCSM/s1600/Image0268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53HE7nxe0URRUe4ko8XChkPU6d61jAlcmy0nd0eGtzcoi4qQnXxORxT0DAdDNIjPLcZ05urCRSrk43-a64okn1iw-GdG2-aiQOzc-mrSPfNiirRTtprgaJ-R8d5B7G6ZNYcOaPEDrCSM/s320/Image0268.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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The 8:45 AM reporting time, the hangover office,the pathetic office lunch<br />
The PVR movie plans, the study nights, the birthday party<br />
The "Legendary Christmas Party" on 25th December 2009. <br />
The Firefox Biking Mornings with friends<br />
The mornings biking on Ashoka Road on way to Rashtrapati Bhavan!!<br />
The salute to the guards at India Gate<br />
The late night drives on NH8, eventually ending at India Gate eating Rs 5 Orange Bar Ice cream.<br />
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Work begins..Weight.Steel.Area.Plastic.Density.Rubber.Fixed & Variable cost.Market research,bench marking,new model,risk-gap-spend analysis, feasibility, profitability, viability..Wow..feels so high tech now!!<br />
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The resignation, the liberation<br />
The 2 months of playing and enjoying.<br />
Seniors and juniors(not exactly though, chottu's), the evening tennis matches..<br />
Me,the badminton pro and the basketball champ, yea me!!hahahaa..Sultan sir and Ankita Pant. I get to write it here.Beat you to it. The long long lunches.<br />
The Delhi restaurant exploration period<br />
Coriander Leaf, Tito's, Moets, Sultans of Arabia, Not Just Paranthas, 21 Guns, Bigh Chill, Cafe Morisson, Rajouri, Lajpat Nagar, GK-M block.<br />
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The farewell.<br />
Abhishek Sultan, Murthy Sir, Apurv Sir n kidos'-Ankita Pant n Amy!!<br />
Cherish the lunches.<br />
Miss kicking all of your asses in evening matches at MDI.<br />
Miss the aimless drives to India Gate.<br />
I know for sure luck is always with all you guys!!<br />
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Miss that passionate talks over smokes; first thing in morning!<br />
Sultan Sir's "Phod ke ana!!"<br />
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Meet soon to catch up!! <br />
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Miss the times. (Sultan Sir's BBM says,"Ohh.koinaa..tym ka kya hai, fir aajega..")<br />
The world is calling.<br />
Where are you?!<br />
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tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-78122162624137990032012-04-12T02:13:00.000+05:302012-04-12T02:17:39.788+05:300200 hours4 mins past 0200 hours in the morning.<br />
something clicked.something came unstuck after a really long time.<br />
As i log onto my blog page, i realize it has been 373 days since my last post.long time huh..really it is a long time to get thoughts together in a single coherent paragraph.From start till end.<br />
12 unfinished blogs.This just shows how so annoyingly i have failed to organize my thoughts together. it has been a real fighting year for me. fighting to deal with people. fighting to make it to the place where i want to go. fighting to make my voice heard in all the commotion. it is really hard to pen your thoughts in times when things are not going how you wished they'd go. Frankly, i am really understanding the meaning of all my previous blogs on life right now. But I am not going to cower, make a bad face or unjustly curse someone or something but am going to give it another "fight" and not let this become another of my unfinished blogs.<br />
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Life is not about being right or making the right choices all the time.It's as much about making mistakes and learning from them. It's so much more about learning to deal with things when you make all the right choices. It's about that desire, zeal and passion to achieve the things that you always dreamed off as a kid. Simply put it's about not giving up!!<br />
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It's about believing in yourself and your abilities. It's about <b>being</b>, <b>doing</b> and <b>becoming</b>. As for me I hit a roadblock on the streetlight called "doing" and took a wrong turn onto the road called "expecting". The state where a person gets dejected even after putting in effort.Over time it grows into a feeling of being unjustly unlucky. The state where all his sentences begin in the past tense and end there. <br />
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Over time the realization dawns; to get up in the morning and work hard,run hard,think hard,sweat hard,talk hard and enjoy hard; go the extra mile, make the additional gesture and stretch that extra bit just to make it count. To start living in the present; not the past, not the future,but The Present.<br />
It is then that life begins to unfold its many mysteries and takes you on a roller coaster ride across countries, people and cultures.<br />
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<i>Let go off the steering wheel<br />
n throw out the map;<br />
Put in the effort<br />
n jump in the back;<br />
Become a tourist in this ride,<br />
Enjoy the uncertainty and relax.</i><br />tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com5New Delhi, Delhi, India28.635308 77.2249628.4124235 76.909103 28.858192499999998 77.54081699999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-74332372790752064022011-12-24T11:55:00.002+05:302012-04-12T02:46:28.365+05:30You can shove it...To Mr G San,<br />
Well this animated behavior is an indication of your inability to convince me.Your inability or rather choosing not to learn English further testifies to your inflexible attitude.In a book i recently read, some high profile author who had spent better part of his life researching about economies and developing countries compared "YOU" to the Europe of the east of the pre-industrialization era. How i wish to inform him that "YOU" are in fact just a nation of hard working,pedantic weird,non-english speaking bunch of baboons.Nothing more, nothing LESS. <br />
Sitting in the room with your ensemble of 3 interpreters,one may well think that a well-thought off, intellectual discussion might ensue, but alas i only hoped "YOU" didn't open your dumb witted brain and let your pathetic thoughts flow out your mouth. <br />
"YOU" might have an IQ of 120 or 150,but unless you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth and are able to convince in a language that everyone in this world speaks, you are just as valuable to me as a penny found on the side of the street.And that is crap for me. <br />
"YOU" are coming here to negotiate but does "YOUR" tiny brain even have the slightest knowledge of nuances of human interactions, the importance of body language and in general the courtesis of human behavior. For you Mr, I have only one simple question.How can one be so dumb-witted and stupid. <br />
Waving your hands dramatically in a meeting and babbling incoherently in a meeting, <br />
"YOU" don't even have the courage to look me in the eye. <br />
But allow me to enlighten "YOU" on this so called subject of interpersonal skills, which i suppose seems to have been comfortably missed from your curriculum. They are not developed living in "YOUR" mama's home, nor can "YOU" learn those from the books and most certainly they cannot be learned unless you the know language in which the world communicates. Well, if you choose to adopt a condescending attitude to the things described above, then "my friend" from the land of the rising sun, "YOU" are just digging your own grave.Just remember that in 8 years time, 48% of the your population will over 30 years of age. "MY Friend",not a good position to be in. <br />
So the next time "YOU" come for a meeting,think twice, loose the interpreters and look me in the eye.tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com1New Delhi, Delhi, India28.635308 77.2249628.4123265 76.909103 28.858289499999998 77.54081699999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-53425288147375724692011-04-04T00:01:00.002+05:302011-04-04T00:04:20.735+05:302010...Summer of 2010..Don't tell me; i know the phrase is clichéd,but I don't care.So here it is:<span style="font-style:italic;">the summer of 2010</span>...<br />Hmm.,let me catch up,lot has happened,sun has gone up n down many number of times<br />times have changed -> changed has the world<br />world has moved on -> being on time has been a problem<br />problems have come to be called issues<br />is(i)sues used by people having serious issues<br />issues involving people -> people who do not smile<br />smile only the freshers -> fresher;me..<br />me made cool friends -> friends from different places<br />places we explored -> explored using Google maps<br />mapped the jungles of sariska ->sariska, a tiger reserve<br />reserve of beer cans in car<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Car ride 1 to Rishikesh,</span><br />golf course to whirlpool, splashed in all rapids.<br />Rapids to the cliff jump, Maggi at the cliff jump,<br />jumping with joy soon led to a miserable time at office,<br />with no goal and no direction -> confusion and confidence hit rock bottom,<br />gave the CAT,was surprised.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Car ride 2 to airport</span><br />Delhi -> Chennai -> Mahabalipuram,with a great friend,<br />marveled at nature's beauty.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Car ride 3 to the airport</span><br />Delhi -> Bangalore.<br />Bangalore at Christmas,<br />Leela and the bowling allies, CCD's and the 'corner house'<br />'13th floor and the sea food festival'<br />'special is the word'<br />Special is the roar of a 350cc,twin spark 'Royal Enfield Classic'<br />Classic is the walk on the lake with a close friend.. <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Car ride 4 to airport</span><br />Delhi-> Bangalore -> Chennai -> ECR<br />ECR to the TAJ vivanta beach,<br />on the beach under the moonlit sky,<br />sky filled with stars<br />Feeling that a lot is yet to be done<br />immense opportunities yet to explore<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">New shores and new horizons beckon.!<br />This is just the start..!</span></span>tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-61402644659884523602010-07-21T02:37:00.001+05:302010-07-21T02:37:34.685+05:305 minutes.!There are only five minutes left<br />Until the end<br />And I just can't say good-bye<br /><br />A friendship that seemed to last forever<br />Time always spent together<br />And now we're out of time<br /><br />The memories we shared, the moments we had<br />The smiles you brought upon my face<br /><br />The adventures we went through, alone just me and you<br />Five minutes left until our final good-bye<br />And i just can't say good-bye<br /><br />The long talks we had<br />The smile on your face that recharged my veins<br />There are five minutes left<br />After that i may never see you again<br /><br />Five minutes after which you<br />may not even remember me<br />Let me have the whole five minutes<br />Coz i may never get them againtarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-56895538323442080452010-06-07T23:08:00.005+05:302010-06-08T00:36:48.357+05:30FrustoBARWell long time since i was here.been busy.Well to start off,this is a write up of the frustration pent up in my head for a long time, one that hasn't eased much but have found a way of coping with it...<br /><br />Life :a: quest..i'm as confused as anyone can be.Not knowing where i want to be.I hate myself for being this way.Being stuck in this city, in this work profile, with these people only compounds to my misery.Work begins at 9 & drags mercilessly through the day as a hot,dry gurgaon day.Gurgaon a city, or a desert, i'm confused again;...<br /><br />With people( bosses)conspiring, conspicuosly & inconspicuously.Work that i find no interest in doing.People, i find no intention of talking or learning from..I often wonder,how people can have absolutely no self respect or integrity in kissing the anyone's ass..I hate such people.People who have serious ego issues.<br /><br />But maybe this is another part of growing up.I don't know if i'll do MBA or what, but i have noticed that being a manager is quite a tough task. And people who don't know how to make work fun never enjoy the support of the subordinates. Many people argue that work cannot be fun,but that is exactly what is expected from managers. <br /><br />Pathetic managers, there are in my department. Guys, i don't know from where,having absolutely no intelligence,having amassed the way to do things by virtue of the time spent in office,,dumb as an ass yet with the agility to jump in at the right moment and kiss anyone' ass,moving up the organizational hierarchy n becoming my manager.<br />So called managers, who find it difficult to frame a sentence, let alone speaking it in front of a group of people in English.I hate people who speak wrong English.I hate people who have distorted perceptions of their importance in the company.The sycophantic hierarchy that persists here.<br /><br />Huh..The first time you see it, you are actually & positively disgusted to the core.But perhaps,the training period is HR's way to accustom you to what lies ahead.It is actually a good observation period,though.A time that lets you know that you are way better than most other people.<br /><br />But what happens when you are surrounded by thousands of servile sycophantic people,all trying to have a go at your neck. You get accustomed to what you are doing. You get comfortable.You stop fighting the system. And when that occurs, you start falling down to their level.I don't know if i'm right or wrong or if i'll be laughing at myself when i read this some years from now, but as of now i think that what matters most is how you distinguish yourself from the crowd.<br />Being different, in your thinking,different in the way of working, your way of talking,not to take things for granted & most importantly not to take anyone's word for anything, to stick up against the system,to have the guts to make jokes about your boss when he can hear them,to challenge him,to question him,to beat him,to make mistakes,learn from them & giving it sum' back to your boss.....<br />A few apt lines from a book i read sometime back explain the thoughts clearly......<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"A thousand voiceless faces <br />cast in the same mold<br />urging you to do as you're told...........<br /><br />A thousand faceless voices <br />singing the same tone<br />urging you to drop<br />the song of your own>..........<br /><br />Fight to rise above the crowd<br />cause when all's said n done<br />all u have to show is the little individuality you've earned"</span><br /><br />Only way to survive thru this miserable ordeal in the organization is to make your own support structure of friends & close people, who help you chill out..Drink beer, get high,check out pretty girls,follow them & enjoy the part of life that is as crucial as any other...So you get up the next day,fresh from the life you lived yesterday & go to work with a spring in your step..Not be fazed by the dullness around you,holding the head a good 6 feet above the ground,humming the songs you like, to keep the zeal of learning & getting out, the most important thing in your life over and above any work you do..<br /><br />It is important to live your life and not make work your life...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Cheers!!Hic..</span>tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-81525287139158332742010-02-24T18:09:00.005+05:302010-02-24T18:27:33.465+05:30a time to....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9j7rJ2Y8bhQAYU_0ruyk6EwELEi-rzcLtInPQ4WVKzyi666ChW9X9hlQICyV1oiwpSYI9ijkV4yCZMVudDW6opCdNMnZelbp-PmfPczGqXcN-dJeMbhv2nNrrMoNjzosJ9OD1wTMZouI/s1600-h/text_and_quotes_186.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9j7rJ2Y8bhQAYU_0ruyk6EwELEi-rzcLtInPQ4WVKzyi666ChW9X9hlQICyV1oiwpSYI9ijkV4yCZMVudDW6opCdNMnZelbp-PmfPczGqXcN-dJeMbhv2nNrrMoNjzosJ9OD1wTMZouI/s320/text_and_quotes_186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441793327694796514" /></a><br />A time to be born, and a time to die<br />A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;<br />A time to kill, and a time to heal;<br />A time to break down, and a time to build up;<br />A time to weep, and a time to laugh;<br />A time to mourn, and a time to dance;<br />A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;<br />A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;<br />A time to get, and a time to lose;<br />A time to keep, and a time to cast away;<br />A time to mend, and a time to sew;<br />A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;<br />A TIME TO HATE, AND A TIME TO LOVE.........tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-65072823725567815832010-02-16T20:39:00.001+05:302010-02-16T20:39:56.733+05:30<script src="http://scripts.widgethost.com/pax/counter.js?counter=ctr-nkcyvl3tvk"></script><br /><noscript><a 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me..</div><div>have met quite a lot of people,observed them,questioned them,reasoned with them to understand how they are what they are..and how to become not one of them but someone different and better than them..</div><div>its been one of the most amazing week of my entire life of 21 years..interacted with subject matter experts (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sme's</span>);people who have got 'simple' answers to all the complex problems in life..got to know the meaning of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">de</span>-briefing a learning..</div><div><br /></div><div>3C's - of change,courage and confidence..</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Change</span></i></b>..change is the way of life..its one of those things waiting to happen..its the manner in which it comes into one's life that we resist.if the change is in the form of using an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ipod</span> replacing a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">walkman</span>,it'd be a piece of cake;but if the same is in the form of changing attitude, it becomes hell difficult..change is life..be open to it..don't stagnate n die,change n flourish..</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Courage</span></i></b>...courage is not the absence of fear,rather is the conquest of fear..courage comes from a sense of feeling good about the things happening and a mindset that what the hell,<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">I'll</span> be able to do it..courage requires willpower..will power derives from self-belief..</div><div><br /></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Confidence</span></i></b>...break the shell!!come out of it..how long would you shy away from talking in front of an audience..be confident..make a mark for yourself..being confident requires effective communication..listening and speaking the right stuff, with the proper body language and tone and using the accurate crisp words to put your point across, with a smile...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#33FF33;"><i><b>Attitude</b></i></span>...attitude defines you..an indicator of beliefs and one's thought process..</div><div><blockquote></blockquote>"accepting change,having courage to adapt to it,having the confidence to overcome it and grow comfortable with it and finally having the right attitude towards the things that matter to you is how my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">maam's'</span>;having a bundle of energy, describe 'life'"....</div><div>that's what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">I've</span> been able to figure out... :)</div><div>more 2 learn..<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">cya</span>!</div>tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-86007545490220768372009-06-25T10:13:00.007+05:302010-02-24T19:02:24.913+05:30sounds...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFgnnV6uXl7jAXi_KsA2z2lmJCogL0bSmXAktf-XZTi21LcQghogO9gU8cd5ZuaIHGQljP40WV5Ho8SKzpJBS_Qte-mKWag6XfJLSELd88OtuRBEiUfNcgNtrp0uAJWLdyi8q2JJbg0aw/s1600-h/gal+in+rain.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFgnnV6uXl7jAXi_KsA2z2lmJCogL0bSmXAktf-XZTi21LcQghogO9gU8cd5ZuaIHGQljP40WV5Ho8SKzpJBS_Qte-mKWag6XfJLSELd88OtuRBEiUfNcgNtrp0uAJWLdyi8q2JJbg0aw/s320/gal+in+rain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438857496615570658" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mouse</span> is clicking;<br />clock is ticking....<br />CPU is humming;<br />movie is downloading..<br />screen is flickering;<br />birds are singing....<br />fan is swooshing;<br />chimes are chiming....<br />wind is blowing;<br />leaves are rustling....<br />children are laughing;<br />elders are gossiping....<br /><br />i am cycling!<br />clouds are thundering....<br />rain is falling;<br />ground is smiling....<br /><br />rain is falling hard;<br />urging me to pedal hard...<br />from under the cap i see;<br />the sky is lighting my way...<br />the wind is blowing me away;<br />and setting me free....<br /><br />i leave the handlebar;<br />and look at the sky,<br />feel the rain falling on my face,<br />while i hear someone honking for his way.....<br />cursing under breath,i let him pass by,<br />realizing its a girl and not a guy......<br />so as the 'him' turned out to be a 'her'<br />i let my gaze fall upon her...<br />as i saw that pretty face,<br />time seemed to have slowed its pace....<br />she slowed her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kinny,</span><br />i did not,don't know why???<br />seeing rain trickle down her cheek...<br />so beautiful she seemed,<br />wanted to kiss that rain drop on that cheek...<br />i was still pedalling,<br />the bike hit the fence hard...<br />i gained my senses,but it was too late,<br />i was already flying over my head.....<br /><br />my back made the first contact<br />made me think of 'Houston,the eagle has landed'....<br />i winced there in pain<br />not knowing what i was to gain...<br />closed my eyes,cursing myself<br />opened my eyes to find that damsel,herself<br />she asked,"are you okay?"<br />still groggy,closed my eyes again...<br />she touched my hand,tried to lift me;<br />up on my two feet,still felt queasy....<br />so close felt like an angel standing next to me,<br />her eyes staring at me...<br />she started to leave,<br />not knowing she had her hand clutched on me...<br />i managed a thanks ,words failed me yet again<br />and it was pouring again....<br /><br />getting soaked again<br /><br />i realized what got me into this tumble,<br />moved with a sprinters agility<br />and caught hold of her,<br />brought my palm close to her face,<br />let that rain drop fall from her face<br />and into my palms face....<br /><br />she giggled, i smiled,<br />she began to leave,<br />words failed me again....<br />i saw her leave and then opened my palm,<br />and kissed the rain drop that kissed her cheek...<br /><br />sat there on the fence,<br />letting the rain fall on me<br />closed my eyes<br />n thought of her face n voice...tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-79096072001448624382009-06-25T09:40:00.005+05:302009-06-25T11:51:13.644+05:30life-the way i see it..if somebody asks you what is life.what would your answer be..the question is even more complex than the answer.the answer,meanwhile depends on the person to whom the question is asked to..but what if that person were you.even better,imagine you are the the pearly white gates of heaven and God asks you to define life..he entices you to answer him in hope of rewarding you with an even better next life on earth..what would your answer be..<br />for those who never pondered over this question during their stay here,its a pity that they in a sense never cared for the reason of their existence;suffice to say that they just existed not lived..they were just some people out of God's notebook..for others who did, the answer would be quite simple..<br />life is a multitude of mistakes..a multitude of corrections...and practically life can neither be right nor wrong...life can just be lived..life is in not knowing what lies beyond the next corner...life is about taking chances..doing something you never thought of doing..in order to understand why god put us here in this form,it is quintessential to live life..to see the nuances of different forms and appreciate the beauty of things..to understand that people are essentially different..how they look,what they feel and how they perceive things is different..<br />an important part of life is change..with time,things change and so do the people living in those times..to learn to incorporate such changes in your system is like passing through the college of life...life,its all about prioritizing your needs and ambitions and working around smartly to achieve them...<br />LIFE...prioritize but do not plan..life is supposed to be a mystery and the mystery is best left solved;not planned to be solved and then not solved..tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-43006276565828459332009-04-29T21:05:00.009+05:302009-05-01T22:54:44.224+05:30Nearing the end..! it will be hard to say good bye..!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Last days of Last week of last month of last year of college..</span><br /></div><br />its kind of hard to express how you feel during these times.Its like everything you feel somehow gets stuck up in your throat and refuses to come out.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >4 years on...</span><br /></div>4 years is a long time considering the days hours n minutes that make it, but now it seems as if it was just yesterday that I came to this place.Seems as if just yesterday i saw all my friends at PU-audi and wonder "Man, he was soo geeky...O yaar!!,she was so thin then n now she's soo hott..!<br />Yea we came and now its time to go.We come,we go.<br /><br />What will remain is all those indelible memories of bunking, cheating in exams, sleeping in classes, proxy marna, making fools of prof's, late nights at lake, night outs, PEC fests, first dates, trying out drinking, drinking regularly, birthdays treats and birthday bumps, lunch's at STU-c, the regular gupshup, last minute pe assignments, laptop me movies dekhna puri raat, class bina nahaye jana, attendance ke liye teachers ke piche bhaagna, papers me fail hona fir teachers go galiyan dena...<br /><br />I am going to miss this place..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" > yaad aayega ye campus aur iski apni ye duniya..!</span><br /></div><br /></div>Leaving school wasn't as hard as this is going to be.Maybe it was beacuse we weren't mature enough to understand what we were leaving behind..<br />But now its going to be soo difficult to leave this place..<br />Maybe its because of the classrooms where we sat on the first day of college..<br />Maybe its because of the friends we made here..<br />Maybe its the teachers that became soo involved with us..<br />Maybe its because of those football games in basketball ground..<br />Maybe its because of PEC market n all its memories n food..<br />Maybe its because of joy of watching movies in the audi passing comments, whistling n all..<br />Maybe its because of the hostel rooms in where we spent our first night out drinking..<br />Maybe its because of all the adult movies we watched..<br />Maybe its because of the cafe where we bugged others for a free lunch and sometimes got ourselves bugged..<br />Maybe its because of running n begging the teachers to complete the attendance..<br />Maybe its because of all those up-hill trips..<br />Maybe its because of the thrill of living life with no tension..<br />Maybe its because of those power point presentations of projects copied from net..<br />Maybe its because the time we cheated in exam n experienced the high it gave..<br />Maybe its because the first date that we went on..<br />Maybe its because of the freshers n getting drunk..<br />Maybe its because of the farewells n getting high again..<br />Maybe its because of all those calls to friends after getting drunk..<br />Maybe its because of all those hot girls that we ogled at...<br />Maybe its because of all the weird discussions we had ranging from politics to girls..<br />Maybe its because of all the gand we paod while watching movies at FR n PVR..<br />Maybe its because of the fight with friends..<br />Maybe it because thrill of going for internship..<br />Maybe its because of the thrill n anxiety of first interview of life..<br />Maybe its because of the joy of getting placed..<br />Maybe its because of the act of consoling friends who didn't make through..<br />Maybe its because of the politics during the placement days..<br />Maybe its just because of staying late at college..<br />Maybe its because of the director's daughters at gym..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Maybe its because of the "FRIENDS" we made here..</span><br /></div><br />Maybe its because all these incidents just intended to happen to make these 4 years pass on in a whiff..!I don't know..<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Its going to be very hard to leave this place..!<br />It will be hard to say good bye..!<br /></div>tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-67932423265480544672009-04-01T19:59:00.003+05:302009-04-01T20:45:19.010+05:30i want toi want the whole world to know me.<br />i want to travel all over , i WANT to see the world<br />i want to see my parents happy.<br />i want to go up north<br />i want to live in the mountains<br />i want to be a mechanic making the space shuttle<br />i want to teach small kids<br />i want to go down south<br />i want to climb mountains there too<br />i want to fly jet planes<br />i want to go where no one has gone before.<br />i want to own an audi<br />i want to go to usa<br />i want to go to colorado<br />i want to go to siberia<br />i want to go the farthest corners of the world<br />i want to go the leh- ladhak and spend some years there, far away from everyone.<br />i want to be a shepherd<br />i want to tend cattle<br />i want to live out of a truck<br />i want to go to spain to see the people who worship god by setting them on fire<br />i want to learn how to speak spanish<br />i want to go into space n look at the earth below<br />i want to dance all night long.<br />i want to learn guitar<br />i want to grow long hair<br />i want to be a F1 driver or for that matter even in the pits would do<br />i want to be the UPS/DHL guy delivering stuff to peoples houses n seeing the smile on their faces<br />i want to see the great wall<br />i want to be able to be more eloquent<br />i want to make my writing big<br />i want to swim with the dolphins<br />i want to climb the snow covered peaks of the north using ice picks<br />i want to know how to use photoshop more precisely<br />i don't want to study C for the millionth time n still not get it..<br />i want to get over my presentation phobia<br />i want to to explore my strengths<br />i want to exploit my weaknesses<br />i want to be able to do more push ups..Grrr<br />i want to get a tatoo<br />i want to ride my bike 4ever.want to be a biker<br />i want to be myself in front of others(read girls)<br />i want to able to make a good impression<br />i want to abuse(read HIT) some people<br />i want to love some<br />i want a lovely friend to spend the rest of my life with<br />i want to drink vodka tonight.....tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-56834778787488250752008-11-16T18:50:00.000+05:302008-11-16T22:07:38.763+05:30Days tht wont b back 2..<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >Distint events these were...<br />Me fracturing my wrist the day before my 15th birthday..being taken in a rumbling jeep to gmch-32..getting out of the jeep when the lights started fading..under heavy dope,remember telling the docs to take it easy on my arm and remember shouting like hell..lying in bed the next day with my frends at my side..all bloody silent,bloody trying to figure out who was responsible for the mess i was in..and then silently verma placing a laughing buddha on my bed..yea n we all cracked up..<br />i didn't want it to be but somehow that got etched in my mind..<br />remember it dawning on me..sitting in bed with a fractured and dislocated right wrist remembering that i had boards cming up in 2 months time...oh man it blew the air right out of me..come evening and my class teacher singh ma'am came to ur house..all the polite words that came from her mouth made my tensions go away...<br />but that was all temporary..with an arm in a sling and being made to drink bitter soups,remember slogging real hard for 2 months..learning to write with left hand..adverse situations call for adverse measures huh!...attending farewell in a sling couldn't be any more worse...!!<br />It is said that there comes a moment in everyones life when time seems to pass on real slow,everything seems to move in slow motion and u seem to go through it in a whiff...</span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >that is the moment when you are at an one with the universe..and that is when great success is achieved by you..<br />remember coming to school for the boards result and seing her..she seemed so distant..that's when i realised that a whole lot had changed in those 2 months...didn't seem to realise it then...<br />Entering 11th and 12th was like entering a whole new world..Not liking it at first but getting used to later on.They were forgettable days..<br />Entering PEC was like re-entering into a world which i once knew.Familiar faces,familiar names.First 2 years of college seemed to pass like a real fast train blowing its steam into a clear sky--with all the lan gaming on counter strike though i'm still not better than when i started out at it.Attending all the lecs and their tuts.Remember watching my first *o** video in a math tut class on a friend's laptop..hahhaa..that ws fun..<br />n thn 3rd year happened..<br />made some new frends.Internship saw me going to gurgaon after a hell lot of ups and downs with the intern incharge.Internship was fun..Remember eyeing an awsome ma'am in IRM dept every day..o her straight hairs coming over her eyes.. n her figure.!!.she was simply WOW..!!yea n we nicknamed her "the Oomph ma'am".Rremember bunking from company to see 123,iron man,speed racer and going to malls to have our lunches.Making trips on sunday to the malls in gurgaon.Remember nighting out at india gate,red fort,nizamuddin rly station(cumsum-a WOW!!g-pick up spot-yea actually saw it!!) and then hving breakfast at chandni chowk paranthe wali gali with friends.Man those were the days...<br />Remember going out to celebrate a senior's bday.That saw me going to a bar,seeing my frends getting high(didnt drink thn) and going back home n spending the night on 7th floor balcony of a frend's flat with our feet up on the railing...chatting into the night wishing that time would stand still...<br />Clutching that certificate of internship,rushing out of the company,packing stuff,biding good byes to an odd friend at company,the pastry wala bhai in mezannine-1 who would always open the doors to let us in(when we got late) and out(when we wanted to get the hell out!) to whom we still owe 100 bucks,that security guard at the entrance who would always let us pass without our uniform and gatepass and that one or two odd kewl senior there..<br />Bidding good bye to my brother with whom i stayed for 6 odd months in our own silent brotherly lingo..ramu the cook,who made the best maggi ever..<br />Meeting up with frends at gurgaon bus stand.Pushing and shoving to get the seat next to the only girl in the bus ..cherishing those late night bus journey's from delhi to chandigarh,watching the darkness go by..plugging in the ipod and listening to </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >celine dion</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">'s ''THATS THE WAY IT IS' on the way ...</span></span><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></span></span>tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-17217036901371035342008-10-26T22:28:00.000+05:302008-10-26T23:30:56.139+05:30Finding your horizon..!<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Its all about finding your horizon..<br />From the day you are born,brought into this world,you have a purpose in life..Like being a baby with a purpose to have to speak to communicate your needs,,purpose of wanting to know to stand up on your two feet bcoz someone said life looks </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">kinda </span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> good from up there..<br />Like being a kid wanting to have the toys to engage in nasty fights with your own GI Joe set..like being a kid and running away from your mother's arms as they reach to catch you to take you home to do your homework....<br />Like being a teenager and wanting to impress the girl 2 houses away or the one sitting next to you in class..like being a teenager and jumping on your bike,as soon as your mother starts snoring to catch up with friends in the school ground to play basketball while discussing your latest crushes...<br />Growing up and realising the need to study to get into a good college and realising the purpose to make your parents proud..Parents,,that brought you into this world,,the ones who made their purpose to give up their needs just to ensure that we could have ours while we were growing up..Indeed..its all about finding your horizon..<br />Like passing on into another year college,,realising that it would be just as fun as the previous one..like going into final year realising that it would be your last booze party with your friends..like leaving college and realising that the one really good friend you made weren't going to be together afterall..<br /> Like growing up into an adult working and realising your purpose of not wanting to act like a kid anymore to save yourself from trouble..like being an adult and realising the purpose of saying just what your girl friends needs to hear..like being an adult and realising that you are the only thing your parents have..realising your purpose of taking care of them while giving up your need just so you can fulfill those last ones of them..its' all about finding your horizon..<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Horizon ,,the line that divides earthly earth from the heavenly starry sky.. the line crossing which you pass onto into an absolutely new world,where everything might seem bright like the sun or just as dark like the vast expanse of space...where everyone..every moment seems different,awsome..unnatural,exciting filled tremendous opportunities,,but sometimes you just wish you had never crossed the line....<br /><br /></span></span>tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1895906179392306064.post-32753288247282148722008-10-19T21:16:00.000+05:302008-10-19T22:11:35.425+05:30Days that won't be back-1<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The winter morning was chilly..Mom woke me and my brother up..But i wanted to lay in my cozy bed , snuffling n snoozing,trying to to find a path through a mystical dark forest along a river slithering as a snake,with high mountains protecting the trees from the first rays of the morning sun..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Suddenly i was jolted out of my dream,thanks to my brother..My brother..hmm..a guy blessed with such an amazing will power.Angry like hell, got out of the bed, cursing him for ever being born before me..why God,why..why this unfairnes..Dressing up for school was like passing through a gauntlet,with a shower in the frezzing cold water(mom insisted), to eating that dreaded egg fry or what ever it was...but most satisfying was the part when my brother was told to tie my shoe-laces since i couldn't do it then(I'm embarrased)..HaHA..but still..ones' got to enjoy it,while one can... i smattered my tounge all over my lips enjoying every bit of it..Waiting at our stop were two individuals who so even wouldn't look at each other..getting on the rumbling bus,we passed onto two very different yet parallel universes..catching up with friends,cursing one another,warming our hands,playing pranks on each other,completing homework..reachin school,it seemed as if I had been caged from my homes,made to shower in ice cold water, eat egg-fry,put in a rumbling bumbling of a vehicle and dropped on the gates of hell..nervously walking from the gate to the classroom,praying that perhaps the teachers wouldn't come today...It's a sad reality which i have come to asses in my life and is that what i pray for is almost never guranted..But all through thinking this going through hell, there was one thing that i looked forward to, n that was sitting with this amazing girl..Oh yeaa..it was 5th standard..she was like an angel..with eyes like pearls nd hair so neatly tucked into a braid..with carefully starched uniform,she would carry herself so perfectly..she made me look like a immature baboon who couldn't even tie his shoe laces..i felt really embarrrased..i couldn't talk to her..how coud i..yet this demon teacher of ours made us sit together..bt we did..n we became good friends..The thought of seeing her ,talking to her, made all that getting up in the morning worthwhile..<br />It seemed i had a purpose in life..The boring periods dragged on mercillessly,killing us ..though some had the ability to doze of nd wake up just like tht..unfortunately i never had it..but you see, i couldn't..It's an ironical that the same hell that i dreaded coming into in the morning, i wanted to stay in it for as long as possible towards the end..But like all good things come to an end..the day did too..<br />Walking out,i saw my brother and he too from a distance..We snarled at each other..ughh..getting on to bus..i felt a pang in my stomach..why did we have to leave..i did not want to go home to a teasing big brother n homework n egg-fry..ughh....<br />but a little part of me did..<br /></span>tarunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01120279313688074518noreply@blogger.com3