MY LIFE's 10 DAYS.

So the D-Day has arrived. Even though it's happening I am not able to fathom the fact that I am going home today on this cold October night from a place I never thought I would stay for such a long time (...will be completing 10 months in Bhubaneswar!!!) leave alone working for a software company. Life and its strange ways :-) Well its been a learning experience and yes a passage of time where I had a brief siesta with the IT industry as a fresh college-passout. Varying emotions from frustration to elation marked my ongoing short stay over here...right from the lab-days, the tranings on MortgageServ, the induction process, the not-so perfect planning(....very unlikely DP-style !!!) to the days of frustration of no-work...TT...endless sarcastic discussions to the days of elation and recognition when i won in the SBG-Satyam Banking Group contest...and to TODAY the 5th of November, 2004 when I am going home a feeling of emotion wraps me over and cant help stop it...after a huge gap of time I will be meeting my parents,my friends and my home which has shaped me to what I am today...a silent prayer goes out to all the beautiful persons out there who have helped me directly or indirectly to be what i am today...HATS OFF TO YOU!!!...

A thought escapes from my mind...my dreams,my aspirations,my goals in life...a blue-print is needed for this trip...there is something in life that needs to be achieved...Do it Buddy ... Do it....a feeling of completeness overcomes and gives me an assurance that I am going to achieve my dreams in my life...and yes I am going to make these 10 days in Bangalore count towards that...I am going to live my life in these 10 days...ALL THE BEST buddy ... Live ur Life!!!

These are a few lines from Robert Frost....

~~~~~ ON LOOKING UP BY CHANCE AT THE CONSTELLATIONS ~~~~~

You'll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drought will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.
Still it wouldn't reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
On his particular time and personal sight.
That calm seems certainly safe to last to-night.



~~~~~ THE ROAD NOT TAKEN ~~~~~

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Cheers,

Durga :-)

One Cutie-Pie Love Story

It was a lovely December morning in the hottest city in theworld. All right, so that was a little unfair. Chennai is not thehottest city in the world. But it certainly is the city with the mostuncomfortable weather among the cities that I have lived in. And I'vebeen around. But I digress. I was in the company bus on my way to work, as usual trying tocatch up with my sleep. On this particular day, a girl got on the bus,came to my seat and sat down. "Good Morning," she said. I looked back ather through half closed eyes, replied "Good Night," and then proceededto return to my half hour nap before the bus reached the office.Unfortunately, I was woken up by a punch in the arm. "Wake up, bozo!" She was looking at me with a big smile on herface. "I'm not sitting next to you to listen to you snore." Half-heartedly, I opened my eyes and turned to her. "What's up?"I asked. Preeti Mehra was tall, good-looking and slightly tomboyish. Shewas also my best buddy. "Come on," she said. "Don't look sodisappointed. You'd rather sleep than talk to me?" "I talk to you everyday, Preeti." "You also sleep everyday." "It's not enough." "So you've had enough of talking to me, eh?" You can't argue with a statement like that, so I had to give up.I grinned and said, "OK, sweetheart. What's on your mind?" "I wanted to tell you what happened yesterday. Can you guess?" "Anurag called you last night." "How did you know?" She was stunned.
"Oh, he asked me for your number yesterday."\\ "And you gave it to him?"\\ "What else could I do? And stop complaining. You\'ve been\drooling over him for weeks now. He must have thought he had a chance."\\ Preeti was the kind of girl who would openly ogle at every other\guy she saw. And yet, she would not respond to any advances of a\romantic nature. She\'d happily join a group of boys to go to a cricket\match, but if asked out to a movie, dinner, or even coffee, she\'d never\say yes. She defined \'Hard-To-Get\'.\\ "You like putting me in these situations, don\'t you?" she said.\\ "No. That\'s not true. I love putting you in these situations!"\\ That invited another punch in the arm.\\ I had known Preeti for a year. We\'d tell each other about our\joys and our sorrows, our victories and our defeats. I\'d tell her about\all my crushes and she\'d scold me for being silly. She\'d drag me to\classical music concerts and I\'d add them to the list of things she\\'owed me\' for.\\ And though I never let it show, I must say that she punched\pretty hard.\\ ~*~\\ It was 12:00 am and my phone was ringing. "Hello," I said, as I\picked it up.\\ "Happy Birthday!" It was she.\\ "You\'re supposed to throw me a surprise party, sweetheart. Not\just call to say Happy Birthday."\\ "Well then open your door, dumbo!"\\ So I did and found her, cell-phone in hand, at my doorstep --\with what seemed like half the population of my company. My roommates\",1]
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"Oh, he asked me for your number yesterday." "And you gave it to him?" "What else could I do? And stop complaining. You've beendrooling over him for weeks now. He must have thought he had a chance." Preeti was the kind of girl who would openly ogle at every otherguy she saw. And yet, she would not respond to any advances of aromantic nature. She'd happily join a group of boys to go to a cricketmatch, but if asked out to a movie, dinner, or even coffee, she'd neversay yes. She defined 'Hard-To-Get'. "You like putting me in these situations, don't you?" she said. "No. That's not true. I love putting you in these situations!" That invited another punch in the arm. I had known Preeti for a year. We'd tell each other about ourjoys and our sorrows, our victories and our defeats. I'd tell her aboutall my crushes and she'd scold me for being silly. She'd drag me toclassical music concerts and I'd add them to the list of things she'owed me' for. And though I never let it show, I must say that she punchedpretty hard. ~*~ It was 12:00 am and my phone was ringing. "Hello," I said, as Ipicked it up. "Happy Birthday!" It was she. "You're supposed to throw me a surprise party, sweetheart. Notjust call to say Happy Birthday." "Well then open your door, dumbo!" So I did and found her, cell-phone in hand, at my doorstep --with what seemed like half the population of my company. My roommates
\ I blew a lot of candles (seemed like much more than 25), cut my\cake, got kicked in the behind, and got painted with the cake\'s icing.\If Preeti had had her way, she\'d probably have preferred to use a\paintbrush and a can of paint. But I bribed her with a copy of the book\"Lord of the Rings". She\'d borrowed it from me three times already. I\thought it was about time I gave her a copy for herself.\\ We chatted for an hour after everyone had gone. "I think it\'s\time I left," she said finally, trying to stifle a yawn. I nodded. I\dropped her home in my roommate\'s car. As she was getting out of the\car, I stopped her.\\ "Hey, Preeti."\\ "What?"\\ "Thanks."\\ "Hey, don\'t get senti on me now!" she smiled. "Are you trying to\worm out of that gift you promised me?"\\ "You know, it\'s interesting how I\'m getting you a gift on my\birthday."\\ "That\'s just because you\'re stupid," she grinned. "And you\better get me that book, or I won\'t return your copy."\\ "Hey, that copy was a gift to me from my dear friend Preeti\Mehra. I can\'t let you keep that."\\ She wasn\'t falling for that. "Your dear friend? And what about\me? Am I not dear to you?"\\ "Very smart. That won\'t work with me. I\'m not one of your Love\Crazy suitors. Why do you need the book anyway? You\'ve read it umpteen\times already."\\ "That is besides the point. You are getting me the book. We both\know that." She smiled that wide confident smile of hers. "Good night."\",1]
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were supposed to be working late that night. Now I knew why. I blew a lot of candles (seemed like much more than 25), cut mycake, got kicked in the behind, and got painted with the cake's icing.If Preeti had had her way, she'd probably have preferred to use apaintbrush and a can of paint. But I bribed her with a copy of the book"Lord of the Rings". She'd borrowed it from me three times already. Ithought it was about time I gave her a copy for herself. We chatted for an hour after everyone had gone. "I think it'stime I left," she said finally, trying to stifle a yawn. I nodded. Idropped her home in my roommate's car. As she was getting out of thecar, I stopped her. "Hey, Preeti." "What?" "Thanks." "Hey, don't get senti on me now!" she smiled. "Are you trying toworm out of that gift you promised me?" "You know, it's interesting how I'm getting you a gift on mybirthday." "That's just because you're stupid," she grinned. "And youbetter get me that book, or I won't return your copy." "Hey, that copy was a gift to me from my dear friend PreetiMehra. I can't let you keep that." She wasn't falling for that. "Your dear friend? And what aboutme? Am I not dear to you?" "Very smart. That won't work with me. I'm not one of your LoveCrazy suitors. Why do you need the book anyway? You've read it umpteentimes already." "That is besides the point. You are getting me the book. We bothknow that." She smiled that wide confident smile of hers. "Good night."
\ I sat there for some time, just thinking. Our conversations were\always like this - a little joking, a little teasing and a lot of\demanding. But somehow, I felt that something had changed since the\moment she had turned up at my door that night. I was still in my\reverie when a paper ball landed on the windshield. I craned my neck out\of the window and looked up. She was standing in her balcony.\\ "What are you still doing there?" she whispered loudly.\\ "Waiting for you to start a paper-ball fight," I whispered back.\\ "We can do that tomorrow. Go home now. It\'s way past your\bedtime!"\\ "Ok, mommy," I grinned back. "I\'m going home now!"\\ ~*~\\ I\'m an extravagant gift-giver, and it is definitely going to be\my downfall some day. I made her wait for it, but finally bought her the\book. That, and half-a-dozen other omnibus collections of various\authors, including a copy each of `The Complete Works of Shakespeare\'\and `The Complete Short Stories of Charles Dickens\'. All I got for it\was an "I told you so."\\ I started spending a lot of time at her place after that. Mostly\because I wanted to read all those books, and she wouldn\'t lend them to\me.\\ "I\'m not as stupid as you, ape-man. I\'m not falling into the\same trap I laid for you. Plus, you dog-ear your books. You\'re not doing\that to these masterpieces. So if you want to read them, you read them\here. And if you want to mark your place, use a bookmark."\\ So that\'s what I did. She\'d even make me wash my hands before I\touched the books. It was as if they were sacred.\\ "Need I remind you that it was me that bought you the books in\",1]
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And she got out of the car. I sat there for some time, just thinking. Our conversations werealways like this - a little joking, a little teasing and a lot ofdemanding. But somehow, I felt that something had changed since themoment she had turned up at my door that night. I was still in myreverie when a paper ball landed on the windshield. I craned my neck outof the window and looked up. She was standing in her balcony. "What are you still doing there?" she whispered loudly. "Waiting for you to start a paper-ball fight," I whispered back. "We can do that tomorrow. Go home now. It's way past yourbedtime!" "Ok, mommy," I grinned back. "I'm going home now!" ~*~ I'm an extravagant gift-giver, and it is definitely going to bemy downfall some day. I made her wait for it, but finally bought her thebook. That, and half-a-dozen other omnibus collections of variousauthors, including a copy each of `The Complete Works of Shakespeare'and `The Complete Short Stories of Charles Dickens'. All I got for itwas an "I told you so." I started spending a lot of time at her place after that. Mostlybecause I wanted to read all those books, and she wouldn't lend them tome. "I'm not as stupid as you, ape-man. I'm not falling into thesame trap I laid for you. Plus, you dog-ear your books. You're not doingthat to these masterpieces. So if you want to read them, you read themhere. And if you want to mark your place, use a bookmark." So that's what I did. She'd even make me wash my hands before Itouched the books. It was as if they were sacred. "Need I remind you that it was me that bought you the books in
\ "So? They\'re mine now."\\ "Well, then. I\'ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time.\Where exactly is my birthday gift?"\\ "It was in your tummy at one point of time. It\'s probably been\washed into the sea by now."\\ "Huh?"\\ "Remember the cake I baked you on your birthday?"\\ "You what? You can\'t bake cakes!" That was a mistake. She looked\hurt. "You baked me a cake?" She didn\'t say a word. She just shrugged.\\ I was stunned. "But you never told me."\\ "You didn\'t ask." That was typical of her.\\ "It was fantastic! And you wasted most of the icing on me!"\\ "The cake was for you, dumbo."\\ "How long did it take you to make the whole thing?" It had been\a two-layered vanilla-chocolate cake with three flavors of very creamy\icing. She had done all that!\\ "Well, the chocolate cake took an hour and fifteen minutes, and\so did the vanilla. Then cutting them up and putting them together took\another 15 minutes. Each flavor of icing took 20 minutes for\preparation, and then putting it on the cake took another half hour.\Cleaning up the mess took an hour."\\ She seldom claimed the credit for anything, but once she started\bragging, there was no stopping her. However, I wasn\'t thinking about\that right then.\\ "You spent over five hours on that cake?"\\ "A little over four hours preparing it, and an hour cleaning up.\",1]
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the first place? For my birthday!" "So? They're mine now." "Well, then. I've been meaning to ask you this for a long time.Where exactly is my birthday gift?" "It was in your tummy at one point of time. It's probably beenwashed into the sea by now." "Huh?" "Remember the cake I baked you on your birthday?" "You what? You can't bake cakes!" That was a mistake. She lookedhurt. "You baked me a cake?" She didn't say a word. She just shrugged. I was stunned. "But you never told me." "You didn't ask." That was typical of her. "It was fantastic! And you wasted most of the icing on me!" "The cake was for you, dumbo." "How long did it take you to make the whole thing?" It had beena two-layered vanilla-chocolate cake with three flavors of very creamyicing. She had done all that! "Well, the chocolate cake took an hour and fifteen minutes, andso did the vanilla. Then cutting them up and putting them together tookanother 15 minutes. Each flavor of icing took 20 minutes forpreparation, and then putting it on the cake took another half hour.Cleaning up the mess took an hour." She seldom claimed the credit for anything, but once she startedbragging, there was no stopping her. However, I wasn't thinking aboutthat right then. "You spent over five hours on that cake?" "A little over four hours preparing it, and an hour cleaning up.
\ I was speechless. I didn\'t know how to react. She hated cooking.\\ "I forgot to mention," she continued, "the hours I spent the\week before that, practicing. Even the birds wouldn\'t touch the first\three cakes!"\\ I couldn\'t help but ask. "Why?"\\ "Because the first one got burnt, the second one was only half\cooked, and in the third one, I forgot to add sugar."\\ It was just like her, to try to divert the conversation. "I mean\why did you spend so much time on baking me a cake?"\\ She looked at me like I\'d asked her why the sun rises in the\east. "For your birthday, stupid. Of course, I also wanted to beat every\gift you\'ve ever got me. Try beating this one." She was grinning like\she\'d won the world championship.\\ As far as I was concerned, she had. I\'d never spent a week\making her anything. I\'d never even spent an hour making her anything.\Getting her a gift normally involved me taking her to the store, letting\her choose and use my credit card. Suddenly, I felt cheap. "Thanks," was\the only thing I could say. "Thanks a lot."\\ "Hey. Are you getting senti on me again?"\\ I was.\\ ~*~\\ I was still mulling over my feelings for Preeti the next day at\work when my boss asked to speak to me.\\ I went over to his cabin and he started with the usual\greetings, asking how work was going and whether I was comfortable. He\then told me that the company wanted to send me to New York for a couple\of years. Normally, this wouldn\'t have made much of a difference to me.\I could work anywhere and didn\'t have too much love for visiting places\",1]
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Yes." I was speechless. I didn't know how to react. She hated cooking. "I forgot to mention," she continued, "the hours I spent theweek before that, practicing. Even the birds wouldn't touch the firstthree cakes!" I couldn't help but ask. "Why?" "Because the first one got burnt, the second one was only halfcooked, and in the third one, I forgot to add sugar." It was just like her, to try to divert the conversation. "I meanwhy did you spend so much time on baking me a cake?" She looked at me like I'd asked her why the sun rises in theeast. "For your birthday, stupid. Of course, I also wanted to beat everygift you've ever got me. Try beating this one." She was grinning likeshe'd won the world championship. As far as I was concerned, she had. I'd never spent a weekmaking her anything. I'd never even spent an hour making her anything.Getting her a gift normally involved me taking her to the store, lettingher choose and use my credit card. Suddenly, I felt cheap. "Thanks," wasthe only thing I could say. "Thanks a lot." "Hey. Are you getting senti on me again?" I was. ~*~ I was still mulling over my feelings for Preeti the next day atwork when my boss asked to speak to me. I went over to his cabin and he started with the usualgreetings, asking how work was going and whether I was comfortable. Hethen told me that the company wanted to send me to New York for a coupleof years. Normally, this wouldn't have made much of a difference to me.I could work anywhere and didn't have too much love for visiting places
be away from Preeti for two whole years. Twenty-four hours before, I\'d\have been disappointed to lose her company. But right then, I was\devastated. That was when I knew I was in love with her. I\'d had crushes\before. Lots of them. But this was different.\\ "Do you have any problem in going?" my boss asked, since I\hadn\'t responded.\\ "Not really," I replied. What else could I say? That I was in\love, and couldn\'t bear the separation?\\ "When do I have to leave?"\\ I had a month.\\ ~*~\\ "Wow! New York! Great! I\'ve heard it\'s a fantastic city! Did you\know it snows there in winter?" Preeti was obviously very excited about\my going. She didn\'t seem to share my disappointment on what I now saw\as \'separation\'.\\ I had not decided then if I was going to tell her how I felt.\We\'d known each other for a little over a year, and we were very close,\but beyond some mild flirting, the relationship had never got even close\to romantic. That was, of course, until I found out she had spent a week\baking me a cake. It\'s funny how small things seem to make such a big\difference.\\ "What happened?" she asked. "You don\'t seem very happy."\\ "Oh," I replied, "it\'s just that it\'s so sudden, that\'s all. And\you know I was never all that interested in going to America."\\ "What an idiot. Go see the place. I\'ve heard the women there are\amazingly beautiful." She had a sly smile on her face. I wanted to tell\her I didn\'t care if I laid my eyes on another woman again, if she\wasn\'t with me. But I didn\'t.\",1]
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foreign. But right then, the first thought that came to me was that I'dbe away from Preeti for two whole years. Twenty-four hours before, I'dhave been disappointed to lose her company. But right then, I wasdevastated. That was when I knew I was in love with her. I'd had crushesbefore. Lots of them. But this was different. "Do you have any problem in going?" my boss asked, since Ihadn't responded. "Not really," I replied. What else could I say? That I was inlove, and couldn't bear the separation? "When do I have to leave?" I had a month. ~*~ "Wow! New York! Great! I've heard it's a fantastic city! Did youknow it snows there in winter?" Preeti was obviously very excited aboutmy going. She didn't seem to share my disappointment on what I now sawas 'separation'. I had not decided then if I was going to tell her how I felt.We'd known each other for a little over a year, and we were very close,but beyond some mild flirting, the relationship had never got even closeto romantic. That was, of course, until I found out she had spent a weekbaking me a cake. It's funny how small things seem to make such a bigdifference. "What happened?" she asked. "You don't seem very happy." "Oh," I replied, "it's just that it's so sudden, that's all. Andyou know I was never all that interested in going to America." "What an idiot. Go see the place. I've heard the women there areamazingly beautiful." She had a sly smile on her face. I wanted to tellher I didn't care if I laid my eyes on another woman again, if shewasn't with me. But I didn't.
I realized that I only had another month with her. She\'d\rejected every guy who\'d asked her out ever since I\'d known her. I\didn\'t want the same to happen to me, and I didn\'t want to make it\awkward between us. I didn\'t want to risk that month. I wanted it to be\the best time I had ever spent with her. After I came back from the US,\I might not even get to meet her again. Two years was a long time.\\ We ate out almost every night. We visited some of the best\restaurants in the city. She also helped me shop for warm clothes,\formalwear, shoes, toothpaste and a million things I\'d never have\thought of on my own.\\ "You need to buy a nail-cutter." My roommates and I shared one.\\ "I\'ve prepared a list of must-have medicines that you should\carry."\\ "Your iron won\'t work in the US. No point buying one here as you\need one that works at a hundred and ten volts and has flat pins. You\can buy one at a K-Mart or Wal-Mart as soon as you get there."\\ "You need at least two pairs of formal shoes and at least ten\pairs of dark socks. The East Coast has a formal dress code. And you\won\'t do your laundry more than once a week or two."\\ "How many ties do you have? And which trousers do your blazers\go with?"\\ "Better get a haircut before you leave from here. Knowing you,\you\'ll postpone the first haircut for too long."\\ She\'d call me up at one in the morning to tell me to add \'one\more item\' to my list.\\ And with every passing day, I was falling more deeply in love\with her.\\ The month swept by quickly. The day I was supposed to leave, I\asked her to come with me to the airport. "Of course, dumbo. You think\",1]
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I realized that I only had another month with her. She'drejected every guy who'd asked her out ever since I'd known her. Ididn't want the same to happen to me, and I didn't want to make itawkward between us. I didn't want to risk that month. I wanted it to bethe best time I had ever spent with her. After I came back from the US,I might not even get to meet her again. Two years was a long time. We ate out almost every night. We visited some of the bestrestaurants in the city. She also helped me shop for warm clothes,formalwear, shoes, toothpaste and a million things I'd never havethought of on my own. "You need to buy a nail-cutter." My roommates and I shared one. "I've prepared a list of must-have medicines that you shouldcarry." "Your iron won't work in the US. No point buying one here as youneed one that works at a hundred and ten volts and has flat pins. Youcan buy one at a K-Mart or Wal-Mart as soon as you get there." "You need at least two pairs of formal shoes and at least tenpairs of dark socks. The East Coast has a formal dress code. And youwon't do your laundry more than once a week or two." "How many ties do you have? And which trousers do your blazersgo with?" "Better get a haircut before you leave from here. Knowing you,you'll postpone the first haircut for too long." She'd call me up at one in the morning to tell me to add 'onemore item' to my list. And with every passing day, I was falling more deeply in lovewith her. The month swept by quickly. The day I was supposed to leave, Iasked her to come with me to the airport. "Of course, dumbo. You think
\ After packing my bags for me and checking the lists for the\hundredth time, she finally pronounced me "Good to go."\\ We reached the airport four hours early to beat the rush,\because it was an international flight. She got a visitor\'s pass to sit\in the waiting area while I went ahead and checked-in my bags. Preeti\had got a spring balance from somewhere and so we knew my bags were well\within the weight limit. I finished the formalities and came to sit with\her. We had only a few hours before I had to go for my security-check.\We decided to get something to eat at the food court. And all the time,\the one thing that was going through my head was that, after this, I\wouldn\'t see her for at least another two years.\\ "Hey, Champ. Why so glum?" She saved \'Champ\' for special days.\Normally, it was just \'dumbo\', \'bozo\', \'ape-man\', \'matchstick man\',\\'weirdo\', or if she was very irritated with me, \'nutcase\'.\\ "I don\'t want to go," I said.\\ "I don\'t want you to go either."\\ "No, you don\'t understand." I couldn\'t hold it in any longer. "I\can\'t stand the thought of living without you by my side."\\ She stared at me. There was a strange look in her eyes. I\couldn\'t read it.\\ "I am madly in love with you, Preeti."\\ At this, a sound escaped her lips that sounded like a cross\between a sob and a laugh. "Well, dumbo, you\'ve picked an absolutely\fabulous time to tell me about it!"\\ A tear escaped her eyes. It was all I could do to stop myself\from wiping it off her cheeks.\\ "How long have you felt this way?" She seemed amused, though she\",1]
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I'd let you go just like that, or what?" After packing my bags for me and checking the lists for thehundredth time, she finally pronounced me "Good to go." We reached the airport four hours early to beat the rush,because it was an international flight. She got a visitor's pass to sitin the waiting area while I went ahead and checked-in my bags. Preetihad got a spring balance from somewhere and so we knew my bags were wellwithin the weight limit. I finished the formalities and came to sit withher. We had only a few hours before I had to go for my security-check.We decided to get something to eat at the food court. And all the time,the one thing that was going through my head was that, after this, Iwouldn't see her for at least another two years. "Hey, Champ. Why so glum?" She saved 'Champ' for special days.Normally, it was just 'dumbo', 'bozo', 'ape-man', 'matchstick man','weirdo', or if she was very irritated with me, 'nutcase'. "I don't want to go," I said. "I don't want you to go either." "No, you don't understand." I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Ican't stand the thought of living without you by my side." She stared at me. There was a strange look in her eyes. Icouldn't read it. "I am madly in love with you, Preeti." At this, a sound escaped her lips that sounded like a crossbetween a sob and a laugh. "Well, dumbo, you've picked an absolutelyfabulous time to tell me about it!" A tear escaped her eyes. It was all I could do to stop myselffrom wiping it off her cheeks. "How long have you felt this way?" She seemed amused, though she
\ "From the day I found out you had baked me a cake."\\ She laughed. "That\'s all it took? Well, bozo, I guess a way to a\man\'s heart is certainly through his stomach! Hold it. A month? You\waited a month? You were the one who kept saying that if you really\liked a girl you wouldn\'t waste a day in telling her!" She was smiling\widely now. It looked funny, with her eyes all wet.\\ "Well, I was confused. How did I know how you\'d react? In fact,\I still don\'t understand your reaction. I thought it would change things\between us. You\'ve rejected every guy who ever proposed to you!"\\ "That\'s because I\'m in love with you, you overgrown idiot!"\\ "What?" Somehow, I\'d never expected her to say that. She was in\love with me? "How long have you been in love with me?"\\ "Ever since the day you offered to carry my suitcase for me."\\ "But that was the first day I met you!"\\ "I guess I was always a sucker for chivalry."\\ "All this time you\'ve been in love with me and you never said\anything! Then you go and complain that I waited a month!"\\ "You guys are so bad at reading a girl\'s mind."\\ "You women are so good at keeping your thoughts a secret! Even\Einstein couldn\'t figure you out."\\ "Einstein was a nerd. Casanova, on the other hand, understood us\very well."\\ "I love you."\\ "I know."\\ That moment, my dear friends, was magic. I looked into her eyes\",1]
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was definitely crying. I didn't know what to make of it. "From the day I found out you had baked me a cake." She laughed. "That's all it took? Well, bozo, I guess a way to aman's heart is certainly through his stomach! Hold it. A month? Youwaited a month? You were the one who kept saying that if you reallyliked a girl you wouldn't waste a day in telling her!" She was smilingwidely now. It looked funny, with her eyes all wet. "Well, I was confused. How did I know how you'd react? In fact,I still don't understand your reaction. I thought it would change thingsbetween us. You've rejected every guy who ever proposed to you!" "That's because I'm in love with you, you overgrown idiot!" "What?" Somehow, I'd never expected her to say that. She was inlove with me? "How long have you been in love with me?" "Ever since the day you offered to carry my suitcase for me." "But that was the first day I met you!" "I guess I was always a sucker for chivalry." "All this time you've been in love with me and you never saidanything! Then you go and complain that I waited a month!" "You guys are so bad at reading a girl's mind." "You women are so good at keeping your thoughts a secret! EvenEinstein couldn't figure you out." "Einstein was a nerd. Casanova, on the other hand, understood usvery well." "I love you." "I know." That moment, my dear friends, was magic. I looked into her eyes
until then, to a punch in the arm, a slap on the back of the head, or\giving each other a \'high five\'.\\ "You realize, don\'t you," she said, "that this is our first\date?" Leave it to her to notice the little things.\\ "I really don\'t want to go." I\'d always maintained that love is\a bucketful of emotions. I wasn\'t exactly delighted to be proved right.\\ "Don\'t worry. I\'m coming there in a couple of months."\\ "How? On a dependent visa?"\\ She laughed. "For that, I\'ll have to wait, won\'t I? I\'ve got a\project in New Jersey."\\ I couldn\'t believe my ears. "What? When did that happen? You\never even told me!"\\ "Well, I wasn\'t sure you\'d propose before you left. And I\couldn\'t exactly sacrifice you to those New York women, could I? I had\to watch out for myself. So I went on a project-hunting spree. There is\an opportunity coming up for a project in about two months. Someone is\coming back to India, so I\'ll be taking his place. They want me there\for a little less than two years." She was beaming. "I realized I had\struck gold!"\\ "And if I\'d not told you how I felt? When were you planning on\telling me about it?"\\ "Around a month before I reached there. I had to make it look\natural. Or you\'d think I was desperate."\\ "Well, you are desperate!" This was incredible. All I\'d done in\the past month had been to mope around, listen to sad songs and write\her letters that I never intended her to read. "You\'ve been scheming all\this while! How come you didn\'t lay a trap for me a year ago?"\",1]
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and took her hands in mine. Physical contact for us had been limited,until then, to a punch in the arm, a slap on the back of the head, orgiving each other a 'high five'. "You realize, don't you," she said, "that this is our firstdate?" Leave it to her to notice the little things. "I really don't want to go." I'd always maintained that love isa bucketful of emotions. I wasn't exactly delighted to be proved right. "Don't worry. I'm coming there in a couple of months." "How? On a dependent visa?" She laughed. "For that, I'll have to wait, won't I? I've got aproject in New Jersey." I couldn't believe my ears. "What? When did that happen? Younever even told me!" "Well, I wasn't sure you'd propose before you left. And Icouldn't exactly sacrifice you to those New York women, could I? I hadto watch out for myself. So I went on a project-hunting spree. There isan opportunity coming up for a project in about two months. Someone iscoming back to India, so I'll be taking his place. They want me therefor a little less than two years." She was beaming. "I realized I hadstruck gold!" "And if I'd not told you how I felt? When were you planning ontelling me about it?" "Around a month before I reached there. I had to make it looknatural. Or you'd think I was desperate." "Well, you are desperate!" This was incredible. All I'd done inthe past month had been to mope around, listen to sad songs and writeher letters that I never intended her to read. "You've been scheming allthis while! How come you didn't lay a trap for me a year ago?"
"I tried giving you hints, dumbo, but you just wouldn\'t pay\attention!" She was laughing. "You\'re the only guy I ever spent any time\with. Wasn\'t that a big enough hint?"\\ That was true. She would happily join a group of boys to go to a\cricket match, but I now realized, only if I was one of them.\\ "What if I had rejected you?" I was extremely flattered that\she\'d been crazy about me for a year. My ego was swelling.\\ "You must be kidding!" she was clearly amused. "I get proposed\to every few days. You are the one who\'s been rejected more times in the\last year than I can count on two pairs of hands!"\\ She really knew how to burst my bubble.\\ "Hey," she said softly, "don\'t look so dejected. I said \'Yes\',\didn\'t I?"\\ I grinned. "Yes, you did. And you\'ve made me a very happy man.\But you know what would make me even happier?"\\ "What?"\\ "If you learn to cook as good as you bake cakes."\\ So she punched me in the arm again.\\ The End Beginning\\ Note:\\ Senti = Indian slang for \'Sentimental\'\\******************************\******************************\**************\This email (including any attachments) is intended for the sole use of the\intended recipient/s and may contain material that is CONFIDENTIAL AND\PRIVATE COMPANY INFORMATION. Any review or reliance by others or copying or\distribution or forwarding of any or all of the contents in this message is\STRICTLY PROHIBITED. If you are not the intended recipient, please contact\the sender by email and delete all copies; your cooperation in this regard\is appreciated.\******************************\******************************\**************\",1]
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"I tried giving you hints, dumbo, but you just wouldn't payattention!" She was laughing. "You're the only guy I ever spent any timewith. Wasn't that a big enough hint?" That was true. She would happily join a group of boys to go to acricket match, but I now realized, only if I was one of them. "What if I had rejected you?" I was extremely flattered thatshe'd been crazy about me for a year. My ego was swelling. "You must be kidding!" she was clearly amused. "I get proposedto every few days. You are the one who's been rejected more times in thelast year than I can count on two pairs of hands!" She really knew how to burst my bubble. "Hey," she said softly, "don't look so dejected. I said 'Yes',didn't I?" I grinned. "Yes, you did. And you've made me a very happy man.But you know what would make me even happier?" "What?" "If you learn to cook as good as you bake cakes." So she punched me in the arm again. The End Beginning Note: Senti = Indian slang for 'Sentimental'

Rants Of A Single Guy!!!

A very good article about the rants of a single guy...very funny and very much practical...a good read..
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I am a nice guy. Or so my female friends tell me. I'm a nice, helpful,generally likeable guy. So nice in fact that once a year, during thatwonderful festival called Raksha Bandhan when we Indians celebrate thatbond between a brother and sister, you will find me hiding under a table,or if that's not safe enough, under a chair, whimpering in fear, andblithering like an idiot. (A lot of people feel that is exactly what I am,but let's not get into that now.)

A close friend of mine once said to me (and this was a girl who I had beencontemplating proposing marriage to), "I wish I had a younger brother likeyou." I mean, how is a man supposed to react to a statement like that? Ithink women use such statements to see how men respond to situations ofextreme stress. It's probably some kind of experiment in psychology. And women go along with it simply because, you know, they are women.

Talking about the strange things women have said to me, this is one of myfavorites: "You remind me of my dog." Meaning, I assume, that I walk on allfours, have long flappy ears, and prefer to relieve myself in front of awater hydrant. I wonder if anyone would want that kind of person as his orher younger brother.

So, as you would have guessed by now, I am single. I am a single, nice,helpful, generally likeable guy. Who reminds women of their dog.

And I've come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as a singlewoman. A single woman is like Schrödinger's cat. (For thenot-so-technically-inclined, Schrödinger was a physicist. The sadist thathe was, he used a poor little cat to teach quantum physics. He hypothesizeda cat in a box, with an arrangement such that as long as the box wasclosed, the cat could be either dead or alive. But the moment you openedthe box to check, a poisonous gas would be released killing the catinstantly -- if it had been alive in the first place. For more details,type "Schrödinger's cat" in Google.)

Women are like that. Until you bother to find out whether they are singleor not, they could be either. But the moment you get curious... bang,they're single no longer. It is normally between the first and third weekof my acquaintance with a girl that I'm given this glorious piece of information.

"Hey, I have something to tell you. I'm getting engaged next week, and Iwant you to come to the party." Ahem.

"Guess what? I'm getting married next month! Aren't you overjoyed?" Yes, ofcourse. I'm so happy I have tears in my eyes.

Once, I was talking to a girl on the phone, and we were interrupted whenshe got a call on the other line. She came back on line a couple of minuteslater with the words "Oh, I'm sorry about that. That was my boyfriend."

Your what?And you know another thing? Somehow, I inspire this unprecedented amount oftrust in women. I'm considered completely harmless! Not only by the women,but even their boyfriends, fiancés and husbands!

"Oh, you're with him? Fine. Have a nice time."

"You want to take a walk on the beach? I'm a little busy. Why don't youtake him along?"

"It's Valentine's day. The poor guy must be alone. Why not call him overfor lunch?"

I guess I've earned that reputation over a long period of time, but still,you know. Sometimes you wish the guys would feel just a little bit threatened.

And it's not like I look harmless either. The following incident is afavorite example:

I was at an Archie's gallery. This was the time when they had that stuffedmonkey on sale. You know, the one that whistled every time you crossed itspath. The kind of whistle that a guy might make when a good-looking girlwalks by. So the monkey was on display in one of the aisles, and the firstfive minutes that I was there, it must have been triggered about 15 times.Gets quite irritating, really. After that, for a few minutes, there was noone in the shop, and I had some peace. Then a girl walked in, and sooncrossed the path of the monkey. The monkey whistled dutifully. And out ofcuriosity, with a big smile on my face for some reason, I turned to see whothe monkey had whistled at. At exactly the same moment, the girl turnedaround, to see who had whistled. If looks could kill, she would have wipedout an army. Fifteen seconds later she had left the shop. I must thank mylucky stars she didn't slap me, or have me beaten up by the moral brigade.But I think you understand what I'm trying to say. Which is, that I don'tlook all that harmless. So, why the loads of trust?

They also tell me that I'm easy to talk to. That is probably why I'm one ofthe first people a girl would tell her secret crushes to. None of whichever include me, of course. But I think you must have guessed that. As youcan imagine, I attend most weddings as a friend of the girl.

But I take solace in the fact that I'm not the only one. Look at the twomen currently heading our government -- our esteemed Prime Minister, and our President. They are both single. With any luck, I'll do better than them. I hope... :-)

I am a nice guy. Or so my female friends tell me. I'm a nice, helpful,generally likeable guy. So nice in fact that once a year, during thatwonderful festival called Raksha Bandhan when we Indians celebrate thatbond between a brother and sister, you will find me hiding under a table,or if that's not safe enough, under a chair, whimpering in fear, andblithering like an idiot. (A lot of people feel that is exactly what I am,but let's not get into that now.)

A close friend of mine once said to me (and this was a girl who I had beencontemplating proposing marriage to), "I wish I had a younger brother likeyou." I mean, how is a man supposed to react to a statement like that? Ithink women use such statements to see how men respond to situations ofextreme stress. It's probably some kind of experiment in psychology. And women go along with it simply because, you know, they are women.

Talking about the strange things women have said to me, this is one of myfavorites: "You remind me of my dog." Meaning, I assume, that I walk on allfours, have long flappy ears, and prefer to relieve myself in front of awater hydrant. I wonder if anyone would want that kind of person as his orher younger brother.

So, as you would have guessed by now, I am single. I am a single, nice,helpful, generally likeable guy. Who reminds women of their dog.

And I've come to the conclusion that there is no such thing as a singlewoman. A single woman is like Schrödinger's cat. (For thenot-so-technically-inclined, Schrödinger was a physicist. The sadist thathe was, he used a poor little cat to teach quantum physics. He hypothesizeda cat in a box, with an arrangement such that as long as the box wasclosed, the cat could be either dead or alive. But the moment you openedthe box to check, a poisonous gas would be released killing the catinstantly -- if it had been alive in the first place. For more details,type "Schrödinger's cat" in Google.)

Women are like that. Until you bother to find out whether they are singleor not, they could be either. But the moment you get curious... bang,they're single no longer. It is normally between the first and third weekof my acquaintance with a girl that I'm given this glorious piece of information.

"Hey, I have something to tell you. I'm getting engaged next week, and Iwant you to come to the party." Ahem.

"Guess what? I'm getting married next month! Aren't you overjoyed?" Yes, ofcourse. I'm so happy I have tears in my eyes.

Once, I was talking to a girl on the phone, and we were interrupted whenshe got a call on the other line. She came back on line a couple of minuteslater with the words "Oh, I'm sorry about that. That was my boyfriend."

Your what?And you know another thing? Somehow, I inspire this unprecedented amount oftrust in women. I'm considered completely harmless! Not only by the women,but even their boyfriends, fiancés and husbands!

"Oh, you're with him? Fine. Have a nice time."

"You want to take a walk on the beach? I'm a little busy. Why don't youtake him along?"

"It's Valentine's day. The poor guy must be alone. Why not call him overfor lunch?"

I guess I've earned that reputation over a long period of time, but still,you know. Sometimes you wish the guys would feel just a little bit threatened.

And it's not like I look harmless either. The following incident is afavorite example:

I was at an Archie's gallery. This was the time when they had that stuffedmonkey on sale. You know, the one that whistled every time you crossed itspath. The kind of whistle that a guy might make when a good-looking girlwalks by. So the monkey was on display in one of the aisles, and the firstfive minutes that I was there, it must have been triggered about 15 times.Gets quite irritating, really. After that, for a few minutes, there was noone in the shop, and I had some peace. Then a girl walked in, and sooncrossed the path of the monkey. The monkey whistled dutifully. And out ofcuriosity, with a big smile on my face for some reason, I turned to see whothe monkey had whistled at. At exactly the same moment, the girl turnedaround, to see who had whistled. If looks could kill, she would have wipedout an army. Fifteen seconds later she had left the shop. I must thank mylucky stars she didn't slap me, or have me beaten up by the moral brigade.But I think you understand what I'm trying to say. Which is, that I don'tlook all that harmless. So, why the loads of trust?

They also tell me that I'm easy to talk to. That is probably why I'm one ofthe first people a girl would tell her secret crushes to. None of whichever include me, of course. But I think you must have guessed that. As youcan imagine, I attend most weddings as a friend of the girl.

But I take solace in the fact that I'm not the only one. Look at the twomen currently heading our government -- our esteemed Prime Minister, and our President. They are both single. With any luck, I'll do better than them. I hope... :-)

A FEW PEARLS OF WISDOM !!!

It isnt everyday that we find the time to reflect upon life and comprehend where we are headed in our life's journey...The following few quotes have guided me in becoming what I am today and what I yearn for in life...though it is not complete as there are more to it...these are just a few...

"Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the
air. You name them - work, family, health, friends and spirit and you're
keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that work is a
rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four
balls family, health, friends and spirit - are made of glass. If you
drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked,
damaged or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must
understand that and strive for balance in your life."
How?

* Don't undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others. It is
because we are different that each of us is special.
* Don't set your goals by what other people deem important. Only you
know what is best for you.
* Don't take for granted the things closest to your heart. Cling to
them as you would to your life, for without them, life is meaningless.
* Don't let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past
or for the future. By living your life one day at a time, you live all
the days of your life.
* Don't give up when you still have something to give. Nothing is
really over until the moment you stop trying.
* Don't be afraid to admit that you are less than perfect. It is this
fragile thread that binds us to each other, together.
* Don't be afraid to encounter risks. It is by taking chances that we
learn how to be brave.
* Don't shut love out of your life by saying it's impossible to find
time. The quickest way to receive love is to give; the fastest way to
lose love is to hold it too tightly; and the best way to keep love is to
give it wings.
* Don't run through life so fast that you forget not only where you've
been, but also where you are going.
* Don't forget, a person's greatest emotional need is to feel
appreciated.
* Don't be afraid to learn. Knowledge is weightless, a treasure you
can always carry easily.
* Don't use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved.
Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way.
Yesterday is History, Tomorrow is a Mystery and Today is a gift: That's
why we call it "The Present."
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On this note I would like quote a few lines from the famous Robert Frost's poem 'STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING' ...

" The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. "

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A WHIFF OF REALISATION AND DREAMS...

Just when I was gaining confidence that I was going good in my project...understanding the nitty-gritties of this monster mainframe system, juggling with JCL,Cobol,VSAM etcetera... a new project has arrived and I have been put into it... The domain is really good(Securities-stock markets,equity...all those stuff)... its a challenging project ... with plans of starting from scratch with a newly devised system that has to be put into place...a new challenge ... a new chance ... a new beginning ... the very short period I have been in the IT arena learning to be a galdiator... i have just watched the sensitivity and dynamicity with which things take new shapes and end-up altogether different than what was proposed to be...There is only one constancy in this..and that is 'CHANGE' ... it requires u to be alert , positive and a perfectionist to the core... u never know where u r going in this... once u r in a domain u feel that the other domain are really lucrative and when u come out of ur existing one...u feel u r out of a very good opportunity...one thing i have learned and wud like to tell u guyz if u r reading this is .. dont ever go for the likeness of a single domain..u may get it or u may not get it...

But remember one thing that this world spins on money and whatever day-to-day activities that happens in this fast-changing world is out to generate more of the 100's, the 200's , the 500's bills ... and also as a software professional u r privileged enough to earn some extra bucks than ur counterparts in other arenas... yes the added charm that u r enjoying life to the fullest and u have a global view on the problems at hand...u gain a cold confidence that ... yes boss ... this is my life... and am living life king's size...with a vibrant culture and a feel-good factor...

So i have gained this insight ... no matter what technology or what domain u r in ... all it matters is ur creation... a product from ur mind ... ur design in action and how it is being used by other entities...its all abt a feeling that reverberates inside u --- I KNOW HOW THE WORLD WORKS AND I KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT WORK --- face the world with confidence and belief that u well-equipped to do so, the world respects u....ah yes...apart from all these biz-extravaganzas...there is something called being urself...an identity which has given u an uniqueness and a feeling upon which ur cosmic existence is in being...DARE TO DREAM ... & FOLLOW IT ... doesnt matter u win or lose ... thats a part of the game...what matters is at the end of the day u should be able to tell urself ... Yes I followed my dreams...b'coz i believed in them and myself...after all thats what life is all abt... u only have one life and one chance to achieve whatever u wanted in life ... right...so never ever turn away a chance to do what u might never do at all in ur life...

And as i wake up from this siesta...a strong reality hits me that i need to rush to my apartment and prepare food for tonight...the hunger demon is striking !!!...i need to quiten it and make it wait for a couple of hours more...but yes all the 'data' which i have given above happen very spontaneouly in life...so live for today...and look forward for tomorrow and savour yesterday...never have any regrets in life and try to be a good human being, good friend,good brother,a good son, a good lover ... well the list goes on ...

Special moments in my life :-)

Quarter Life Crisis

Just found this piece of text regarding our present situation of life...pretty interesting read...Go On...

Being Twenty-something - they call it the "Quarter-life Crisis"     
 
"It  is  when  you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing     that  there  are  many things about yourself that you didn't know and     may not like.     You  start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or     two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.     You  start  realizing  that people are selfish and that, maybe, those     friends  that  you  thought  you  were so close to aren't exactly the     greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch     with are some of the most important ones.     What  you  don't  recognize  is that they are realizing that too, and     aren't  really  cold,  catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as     confused  as you. You look at your job... and it is not even close to     what  you  thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a     job  and  realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom     and that scares you.     
 
 
             Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and     find     yourself  judging  more  than usual because suddenly you realize that     you  have  certain  boundaries in your life and are constantly adding     things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute,     you are insecure and then the next, secure.     You  laugh  and  cry  with  the greatest force of your life. You feel     alone  and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you     try  and  cling  on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that     the  past  is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing     to do but stay where you are or move forward.     You  get  your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do     such     damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone     decent     enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone     but  love  someone  else  too and cannot figure out why you are doing     this                                                          because     you know that you aren't a bad person. Getting wasted and acting like     an idiot don't seem as fun.   
 
 
 You  go  through  the  same emotions and questions over and over, and     talk                        with     your  friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a   decision.     You  worry  about  loans,  money,  the  future  and making a life for     yourself...  and  while  winning  the  race would be great, right now     you'd just like to be a contender!     What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it.     We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as     we can to figure this whole thing out.      "Life  is  not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the     moments that take our breath away."     It's  really  amazing  when two strangers become the best of friends,     but it is really sad when the best of friends become two strangers.     
 
Success doesn't mean the absence of failures; it means the  attainment of ultimate objectives. It means winning the war, not every battle."

Well a true extract depicting our phase of life...whr we r constantly challenging ourselves beyond our limits to give our best to succeed in this mad rat-race called 'Life'... and also discovering ourselves in the process...

Arrival of the Monsoon Maiden!!!

Yes..finally the aroma of fresh-smelling earth whiffs thru the afternoon air and it heralds a new feeling of wellness and a feeling of being special...at last a respite from the searing heat of BBSR...i guess i am gonna have a whale of a time for the coming months what with my professional life booming up and the work culture being great it feels good to work and enjoy it. :-)

Some exciting stuff in the store !!!!

Well life has become a little exciting .... work-life is becoming a little busy(:-) sort of good...) fine atleast i am gaining in confidence each passing day ... learning new stuff everyday and solving issues...i am getting into my grove...i have a gr8 team-leader out here...helpful and motivating and of course intimidating...now i am able 2 understand the different technologies that i am working on right now...mainframes after all will be mainframes..there is so much to learn and yet i have learnt so little...its a challenging task...but i guess thats a way of life out here...of course i am missing my friends, parents and of course my neighbourhood where i learnt all the tricks of the game...well its going gr8 out here...still i need 2 squeeze 'time' out of time for my passions...well will be adding more to my blog...Oops!!! I have got a new assignment to work upon...C YA LATER....

Another Boring Weekend :-)

Well another boring weekend went by...sort of different this week...cudnt have a nice dreamy night on Friday, after watching a cute movie "HUM TUM"..ater this had woken up the whole night..had some work...next day(SAT) contained a severe headache, stomach probs, and blood-shot eyes...slept from 1 pm to 9 pm...had dinner and then slept again...Sunday was sort of good ...watched a movie which I had planned to watch some few mmonths back..."LORD OF THE RINGS - RETURN OF THE KING"

...the adventures of Frodo Baggins, Gandalf, Aragorn still counts as my most fave fantasy adventure...it takes u to a totally different world - Middle Earth and its inhabitants and their quest to take the RING to Mordor and destroy it ... and of course ,the heavenly beauty of ARWEN still haunts in my memory and as I let out a sigh only one thought strikes me - WISH THERE WERE SUCH BEAUTIES ON EARTH RATHER THAN ON MIDDLE EARTH and let me stop here...i guess i am getting a little boring out here...anyway enjoy the pics which i have posted...

My first posting....... :-)

"A THING OF BEAUTY IS A JOY FOREVER" said the poet Keats a long long time ago...its been a gr8 journey so far...many memorable moments in the last 8 months...I guess many more to come...hunting a cool place to day dream in the sweltering heat of Bhubaneswar has become a challenge...of course apart from the unnatural AC environs of Satyam...still life goes on and the hunt goes on...still managing an afternoon siesta in the office is not an impossible task after all... :-)