Monday, December 20, 2010

There is no THERE, there is only HERE

                                 There is no THERE, there is only HERE





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Saturday, October 9, 2010

A Post For all my school mates from JNV Pandoh

When I'm alone and I start revisiting pages of my memory about my past, the most time I'm at my school and like a mad person i start laughing , sometime crying, sometime I go deeper and deeper in my thoughts that i start imagining a virtual world where I'm doing the things which i could not do due to one or other reason.
What a wonderful life was that!!
And more interesting, whenever I meet my school friends, I noticed one thing. We are still same for each other, nothing changed. I used to think that maybe life has given new name and meaning to the feelings which we used to have when we were together. We are calling each other by the same old interesting and funny names. How's it possible?
I THINK answer to this question lies in a simple trait of human behavior. When a group of people face a life threatening and emotionally exaustive situation, they tend to develop a highly cordial relationship and great respect for each other. THATS WHAT HAPPENNED AT JNV.
Okay lets play a game.
Okay, come on, close your eyes for a moment and go back to the day we were about to enter the gate of the school for first time. All alone, with memories of home, family and friends. Some of us were scared. Some were weeping like never before. Think of those morning PT's and attendences which were not easily adjustable with our daily routines. Think of the fear of Bhaeji/Didiji. Think of your first week, for some of you, your first month, for some of you, your 6th/9th class, when you were unchanged same as you were at your home. Now think of your class mates who were around you, who were your family now walking through same phase of life like you. Have you done?
Okay, Now close your eyes again and just fast forward your life to present day, thinking of all memorable moments you had at school and open your eyes. I'm sure you would be finding so many faces. You may be sitting this time with one of the face you have seen. You are Lucky that you are still together. The faces you have seen are your FRIENDS FOR FOREVER.
I miss my friends most, Like everyone of you. I miss enjoying the sunday morning and most awaited saturday night. I miss playing cricket, laughing at each other, mimickering teachers. I miss morning PT, jumping the gate without permission, planning for the cricket matches, sleeping in preps, wearing clothes of friends, I miss crying, i miss my friends appreciating me, humaliating me, making excuses. I MAY GO WRITING PAGES . I miss my whole ADVENTUROUS DAY there.
Mostly I miss the way my friends completed me, because they defined me in my life.
Miss you all.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Google 12th Birthday

Its Google 12th birthday today...
The company was started in September 1998 by Stanford graduate students Sergey Brin and Larry Page and now everyone knows what GOOGLE means....
If you still dont know, find it in Oxford English Dictionary or GOOGLE it :)
Do you know about "Doodle 4 Google,"?
Its a competition in which students submit their own original designs for the homepage, and winners are awarded scholarships.
Todays Doodle 4 Google is


You liked this na...... then wish happy birthday to Google... :)
Wishing a bright future for the Company.....
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Its not too late by Ron Atchison

Everything is okay in the end.
And if it's not okay, then it's not
the end.
It's not too late... the angel said.
Even though the world's a
mess...
Even though you're not as
young...
Even though you've made
mistakes and have been afraid
It's not too late...
And then I saw the world
through the angels' eyes...
I saw the colors I could paint
The bridges I could build
The lives that I could touch
The dreams that could still come
true
And it became very clear to me...
That it's not too late.
Ron Atchison

Strange is Nothing

At first people refuse to believe that a strange new
thing can be done. Then they begin to hope it can
be done. Then they see it can be done. Then it is
done and all the world wonders why it was not
done centuries ago.

Everybody--somebody--nobody

There was an important job to
be done and Everybody was sure
Somebody would do it. Anybody
could have done it, but Nobody
did it. Somebody got angry about
that because it was Everybody's
job. Everybody thought Anybody
could do it, but Nobody realized
that Everybody would not do it. It
ended up that Everybody blamed
Somebody when Nobody did
what Anybody could have done.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Once you choose hope, anything's possible.

                                        
                                              When the world says, "Give up,"
                                              Hope whispers, "Try it one more time."

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

BREATH OF LIFE

        "BREATH OF LIFE"
What's in the scent of flowers?
What's in the song of bird?
What's that a mother senses
On her child's first step forward
Common man cal it JOY
We waste are Life looking for it
But a child can find it in his toy....
If you are still unaware of it
Move on its not too late
It can be found even in a scruple
Cuz it is granted to all BY FATE

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