ITS ALL ABOUT BEING MYSELF

time to get moving

2010-10-21T12:02:00.000-07:00

My life has changed completely within the past one month. Was a person allergic to "staying at home" , now has left his job.Partially circumstantial, & 100 % desire. For once I didn't think twice before making my decision. And at home I haven't spoken much about it. Definitely there was an urge from inside to leave job and start on my own. Everyone around me seems to be pleased with my decision and there is less holding back or loss. Yes bosses do what they have to but my mind was set and I have decided on my own to take the plunge. I don't know at the moment what lies ahead, nor i want to walk back.

All I know is life is going to be exciting as I am going to make things happen , instead of watching plants been set up from my office window where I used to work, nor would be sitting ducks during meetings.

I believe in myself. I don't want a career, was never interested in making a career. And was confused with what I wanted to do. slowly the picture is getting clearer. life dots are getting connected.I have a different outlook to life. Now I am understanding by bit, all I want is to have a life and do some great work.7 to 7 is not for me. I Have my plans , lets see how I carry them and like Mc dowell's ad says , I want to make it large.

And yes for all those people who have been saying its too early to start on your own,and its foolishness. I would like them to know there are no defined rules for anything we do. Its nothing new, people who have the confidence and courage do it. I am not going to be a zero watt bulb.

life and all that..

2010-07-10T06:20:00.000-07:00

after d last post i deserted my blog fearing army movement from the north. especially the Punjab Armed Police located at Jalandhar, Amritsar, Patiala, Ludhiana & amp a jawan @ bangluru.

the trip to kerala was peaceful. had a good time with family and lots of fresh air.did fishing, swimming, lil trekking, boating had massage and fried prawns on boat. now back to work still the learning and growing continues..

now i feel hard to write..somethings are hard to write about. after something happens to you, you go and write it down and on almost all d occasions i overdramatize or underplay or even exaggerate the wrong parts or i ignore the imp ones.. at any rate i wish to write i never can write the way i want it. so will write aimlessly .

i go to work at a place called pithampur. n suddenly my dreams have become shorter ..ppl work in pune n dream of goin to paris ..i work in pithampur n here we talk abt goin to pune.

waiting for bus
Pithampur its an industrial area on the outskirts of indore with houses in different stages of construction or demolition - it's hard to tell a difference. with temp close to searing 45 degree C. it's a minor inconvenience though in d grand scheme of things, reaching 'd most happening part of india' - a rural india.

About my company, two kinds of people work here; one who produce results and the others who look busy. these looking busy types come to work, send lots of emails, make a lot of phone calls, drink a lot of coffee, make a lot of small talk, and get nothing done. and for exceptions like me who is not at all productive but is termed as productive as i have discovered some tricks of my own

1) never walk down the hall without a document in your hands. people with documents in their hands look like hardworking employees heading for important meetings. people with nothing in their hands look like they're heading for the cafeteria.like people with newspaper appear to be heading for bathroom.

2) use computers to look busy. any time you use a computer, it looks like work to the casual observer. You can send and receive personal e-mail, calculate your finances and generally have a blast without doing anything remotely related to work.

3) keep a messy desk. top management can get away with a clean desk. For the rest of us, it looks like you're not working hard enough. build huge piles of documents around your workspace.

to be continue...
chal yaar what do u expect ?? to write more after working !!

overall my ratings have been good with ability to give results under direct supervision when trapped like a mouse in a corner.

the catch up ...

2010-02-06T01:00:00.000-08:00

It's been forever since I have been away from Blogger. My life's moving faster than I can take it. I still haven't caught up with myself... let alone catching up with my blog... I really have no time to catch up with myself - life's taking me on a zooming rollercoaster ride. And I'm totally loving it! I've never been happier, never been more content. I don't have a spare moment to sit and think - the past and the future isn't there. It's the present, and has really come like a present in my life...

so anyways, enough usage of proper grammer , now let me come to my own.. a brief update on my life will do no harm..here it goes , mornings and evenings are spent in the bus..and that what spoils most of the fun time, today after a long time i saw the dusk turn into dawn and dawn gave way to a beautiful morning..at this happening i m in bus and when the sun starts to melt i m again in bus..loosing lots of vitamin D...

at home everythings going good..infact a movie shoot is going on..dont raise ur eyebrows..its a chhatisgarhi film..n i dont know they r shooting it with a mobile phone or camera..shoot toh shoot hain..even my dog is starring in it..and @ home we r using solar energy a gr8 deal..frm solar cooker, solar water heater to solar panels..yup thts some smart investment and the home itself has become highly energy efficient..

missing my circle of friends as always and i think everybodys so involved with thr work tht we have started drawing tangents...so i thought y not put down smething for my friends..(meri life se kisiko itna interest kyun jo ye saab padega.).

e^5: my exponential friend avinash jakhar..y exponential everybody knows tht.. a small an issue as ball of an all pin can be blown out of proportion by this guy ...a simple gud nite sms before time in colz. can become AISE KAISE GUDNITE!!...BAS MARLO MERI!! and all the issues with him are raised to atleat the fifth power..

DNE: try solving the equation y =2x-1 and y- 2x=3, what we have here folks is a problem w/o a solution..when u come across a problem that cannot be solved u write DNE or Do Not Exist..and when i say harmansinghgrover OR harm-an-sing-hgr-over OR simply harman singh grover..the answer to this problem Does Not Exist..here is how we chat

me: hadippa!!

harman: hi dude

wass up

me: aaye hain kuddi de naal baitha hain badi angrezi-shangrzi khotte..

harman: kidda harami..

me: main terko yaad hi kar raha tha

harman: ek call nahi kar sakta tha

me: itni yaad bhi nahi aa rahi thi

me: aur tvs kya haal chal

harman: chal rahi hain bhai tu suna

me: tu chala second hand..maine toh baech di..

harman: haha..

harman: chal dude gtg

me: ok petrol bhara lena..

harman: haha bye

and for all the reasons harmu asked me to write a testi for him..which was so original that harmu could'nt accept it , here it is:

a testi 4 harmu.... yes i can write all shit about him as i knw him 4 d past 4 yrs....well i met him 1st time in bathroom kapde dho raha tha..ya he is a good washer...has cute smile..par aisa nahi hain ye..very mean..:) n i really mean it..:) n he just repels girls, i think he uses some deo or smething ki ladkiya bhag jati hain.. haha... ...haan intillegent hain , we call him hasta-khelta intelligent sardar (very rare species), also good at pulling ppls leg (that 2 middle one), overall koi kam ka nahi hain , n he enjoys sardar wale jokes which i sent him..:) nobody else shld dare to do that.. waise its nice 2 have a frnd like harmu..abb kyun? ye toh mujhe bhi nahi pata.. bass likh diya....
We have been great friends n will always be the same..

now after writing all this abt him i may Do Not Exist

the absolute value sign |bd| bcoz with absolute value there are no negatives- absolute value only tells how far away a number is from zero on the number line. like |-7|=7 which shows how a -ve no becomes +ve. thats exactly like bhupinder dhaka..Even if he tells u he has done something totally stupid, he makes you feel like he didn’t really do anything wrong, which is usually a great quality for a friend to have. understand the diplomatic use of the language..

imaginary number: one would not like to have to many friends who do not exist, so i imagine a friend like prabhat bcoz with him i can only imagine, and thts how prabs became imaginary and it is therfore attached with i. and we both know there r plenty of things in this world tht we only imagine..wht say dogi??

Zero: the thing about the number zero is that it can be incredibly sneaky. zero seems all round and
sweet and “oh, nothing,” but really, it can be very powerful. u could have guessed by the use of adjectives abt whome i m talking about....me..

first of all, zero is an identity thief, which means that any number you multiply by it becomes zero
itself. Any number, no matter how huge(dhaka): zero, in one instant.

second, if zero is the exponent to any number,then that number is immediately reduced to one. tht what happens with avinash..

ctrl+a and the whole text is justify n here it is published..

ooohhhhhoo nAtO ji ki haal chal...

2009-10-25T09:01:00.000-07:00

rite now i m in office..its 11:21 pm -tea break n i m trying to perform some kick-out activity ..

kya karu yaar abhi itna kam nahi mila hain to keep me involved n neither i m working over time, this is my shift timings , 1 week its morn 7 to 4 pm n 2nd week its 4 to 1 am.. well its more than a month since i m in my 1st job so thought of providing some updates to myself..i bought a new toothbrush yday, now i'll remember to change it after 3 months..

ok got a room for thikana n that too as per my so called requirements..alls good in the locality , thrs a furnished garden with grass, ducks, rabbits, turtle n maasakalis too....ppl seen here r mostly punjabis..net connection yet to be set up in home..n i m enjoying d food in indore..espesially in d companys mess..ppl here ask me khanna kaisa lag raha hain , n to disappoint them i say, thik hain..well here ppl dont know that i had undergone commando training for food in vit...alls seem well here ..

the 1st 15 days were in pune so they were good, made many new frens n mostly d hostle environment that prevailed in d hotel, with a few addition of opposite sex while playing, playing cards..

n i forgot my parents anniversary this year..n it was like d school days , when teacher used to question , kapde pahna nahi bhule?? tie belt lagana nahi bhule?? tiffin waterbottle lana nahi bhulte?? par copy lana bhul gaye..it felt bad..

well speaking of me , now ppl call me by my name..thoda ajeeb lagta hain... i mean kaha rajess, bagga, bagga jee, lp, lp 538(sakariah ke mobile ki phonebook mein, abb toh change karde ..) n suddenly its ishan..n as per companys rule here we dont use sir\madam etc..all r called with thr 1st names..n suddenly u find urself worthful of something.. i mean log kam ke liye bulate hain so it feels good..

talking abt ppl in d company, all r nice n pretty helpful..n also thrs one jolly-good, happy, jasmeet ji..i mean d type of sardar who carries an entrance music like shaava-te-aaha-te-furrrrrrrr.. whr ever he goes...n he only refers to me as ooohhhooo bagga jee ki haal chal..also he calls one of his collegues as NA(aa)TO(oo) ji... i thought they might be good frens etc.. but one of my collegue whispered...: u knw NATO , i said : chota , he said nahi , it means : no action talks only.. n it sounds good when u call smebody : oooohhoohhhooo NAto jee ki haal chal...lastly i heard frm him when he was working over time n came to my project guide arnd 930 pm
project guide: kya baat aaj toh bahut kam kar raha hain..
jasmeet jee: aree yaar maat puch baraah baje hue hain...

dhanteras nite

well on 15th i was workin in morn shift, but i decided to stay till night, it was not ki i wanted to work , it was rather ki i feel bored n irritaed when chote-2 colony ke sardar laxmi bomb phodte hain , its not abt d phatakas, it was rather its annoying noise which doesnt allow me to rest... err.. sleep in peace.. tht night i left at 00:30 ..reached to my stop arnd 01:30 with my hands full of diwali gifts which i recieved frm d company..a maharaja or whiteline mixer juicer, sweets etc..as i walked back towards my home frm d choraha..on way i was surrounded by punjabi dogs..tht too in thr area , i mean on one side of d road thr was an nagar nigam ka garbage bin , on d other thr was small mountains of sand and stones with guys... n as i approched these jhund of punjabi dogs ,they stopped,having d expression 'we piss where we please' ..n i stopped walking..it reminded me of an scene frm sanjay dutt movie, as d hero was walking through an undergrnd subway..gondas came frm d oppsite side..n both had an good stare at each other for a minute till sweat started dripping down, with sanjay dutt (SD) standing still n gondas cracking thr nuckles n roataing chains...n then SD says : agar kisi ne bhi pahla kadam badhaya ya kisi ne mere upar pahla haath uthaya, maa kasam usko main zinda nahi chodunga.. n SD left laughing n gondes hath maslte rahegay.. n so i went to with d same glare in my eyes..

abt diwali

for diwali i took an emergency exit..kab ghar gaya kab wapis aaya pata hi nahi chala..i can write wht i remember..my doggie used to wake me up with his tongue licking my face as if i m an icecream..n talking abt dogs, i m those rare 5% of ppl who love to share thr icecream with thr dogs.. diwali was celebrated with family..i mean it was not like d sets of kabhi khushi kabhi gaam ..it was peacefull..n i slept a lot..

not so close encounter with train..

well i went to bhopal after coming to indore.. i went 2 railway station arnd 12:30 4 packing my bike n shifting it to indore..pahle gaya platform no ek mein , parcel office was closed, inquired n went 2 platform no four , platform 4 se gaya platform 5 par..i mean endpoint tha station ka so no bridge to cross over..inquired n it was closed too bola ki ek no par jao..was coming back n mera bag ka handle tutta exactly at pt (X,Y). i mean kyun tutta?? bag was of ariitocrat..err..original aristocrat tha..big size, uske andar sirf ek kilo namkeen tha aur kuch gram parle g ..then i started fuming at pt (X,Y)..bag bhi tut gaya n parcel office bhi daud liya ..fir fit karne ke liye i changed my coordinates..thinking saala tut kaisa gaya..n piche se train slow(motion)ly whispering.. baaggaa tu bachh gayaaa..

later after coming to indore, 1st day socha aaj evening shift hain..subah bike mein ghumte hain..went to some mall..aaya toh ek lady ne bola : legaye woh toh
me : hain?? kaun legaya

lady: kautwali jana padega
me :kyun, woh kya hain..
lady: aree police legai gadi utha ke thane jao..
me: kya !!

well mall gaya tha toh obviouly cash khatam..auto kiya jane ke liye toh bola auto wale ko
bhaiya pahle atm lena waha se ghar , gadi ke kagzat lene hain n then will go thane ..
auto wala : 100 rupayee langege...

puncture ki khabre fir kabhi..

also i got my 1st not so handsome lookin salary.. n i donated some to blind school..will do it even more..n it felt good!!

ghar aaj kal..

2009-10-03T15:19:00.000-07:00

after vellore...yaar firse ghar dhundne ka lafda start, broker ko call karo , idhar udhar bhago, rooms dekho, locality, facilitys, then bartan ....omg!!.. aaj ghum kar aaya hunn toh apne ghar ki yaad aagayi aur main flashback mein chala gaya.... woh yash chopra ke set jaisa aalishan kamra, woh reshmi lahrata hua parda, farsh mein bicha hua aalishan kaalin.. uthte sath , kadam rakhne se pahle.. ek naukar mere payro mein makhmali chappal pahna deta.., toh dusra geysor on karta.., aur tesra juice ka glass liye khada hota..

well isse main apne ghar se compare karu toh pardo ki quality thodi reasonable kar do..kaalin hata doo...aur naukar chakar bhi hata do..waise naukar chakar ke badle meri pyari maa ko rakh dete hain , toh apne hero ke scenes thode change ho jatee hain, so i will give a retake..

mom: ISHAN NAU BAJJ GAYE HAIN !! UTHNA NAHI HAIN!!
mom: ISHAN NASHTA RAKH DIYA HAIN!! BRUSH KIYA KI NAHI!!
mom: ISHAN EK BAJ RAHE HAIN NAHALO!!
n when i am awake till 4am watching movies etc..
mom: PITTE MUH TERA !! KI SYAPA PAYA HUA INNI RAAT NU... JO COMPUTER WICH PHADYA HUA HAIN..AANKHA NU AARAM DE..TE SOJA..

aur aaj, with help frm some of my friends, i hit upon a room, 1stly logo ne bataya(with some hype) ki ek room hain 4k mein , well furnished, comfortable 4 2 ppl n in good area, maine bola ok chalte hain ..area was good like i always wanted, calm n greenery around..d house also looked ok types..so i went in ..

i dont know ki main kaunse floor mein gaya tha, d stairs were complex n d gap was so small ki agar aap apna 15" ka lappy dono hath mein pakad kar chal rahe hain toh scratch lag jayega... kafi chadaii ke baad aaya room...room dekhte hi main chalta raha aur balcony mein chala gaya...then jo log mujhe dikha rahe the unhone bolo 'bhai room toh dekh lo....then i had an close inspection ..deewaaro ka rang thoda phika tha..thr were no windows n only 3 doors, one door 4 entrance, one 4 balcony-toilet n 3rd 4 kitchen-choti-balcony... the cupboard was in full set occupying one full wall of d room.it was d one we see in movies or cartoons i remembered that when i was a kid i used 2 think "ki ek book yaha se nikalo n a secret way opens up to batman's cave"..filhal it was consisting of a mirror, drawer, almirah all attached together..n it was unique in its own way..1st of all mirror hi nahi tha..n thr were 2 lil windows , real main yaar choti window thi jise khol kar u can see d wall behind it....iss window ke niche jo desk bani hui thi whr we generally keep our cosmetics woh itni badi thi ki 30" ka tv aajayee..so i thought ok its 4 tv, uske niche sliding wali drawer thi like d 1 for a keyboard ..i said ok tv, comp both.. uske niche stool tha which ladeij use while doin make up..so bachlers concept mein it was good , wondering how ?? let me expllain , below d lil windows der was a plug point on d wall , so u can get bijli....n mostly bachlers like us use comp toh u can easily arrange ur system keyboard n other stuffs...ladiej stool will be used while browsing on d comp..simple na..after that maine cupboard khol kar dekha hi nahi...

as this piece of wood got over next to it was d door towards kitchen-choti-balcony..basically..choti balcony mein kitchen bana diya tha..n it was unique too..on one end of d balcony thr was d platform 4 making dishes, i went near 2 it n then i realized smething was missing n i asked , i dont knw wht made me 2 ask, 'yaar bartan kaha manjee gae..then d person accomodating me closed d door inside n thr was another platform 4 washing dishes on d other side..so as per calculations:
baconys breadth = doors breadth= platform breadth 4 making dishes= platform 4 washing...

n now d 3rd door..yaha se main nikla balcony mein ..n yaha par tha attached bathroom , wah kya attachment hain!! , it required some guts 2 open n i was lacking that.., fir logo ne bulaya 'aao yaar andar aao..i came in , sat opp 2 cupboard n then i observed d walls..bed ke piche wali wall mein stairs ka design tha, i mean design nahi... stairs hi thee uske niche ye room tha..stairs ka design follow karte my eyes reached d ceiling...it was bent , having spider webs at all nooks n crispy paint hanging in some of those webs...

then i realized it was no room , it was supposed to be an attic, which was for money sake - converted into a room..

at last i knew it was transcending d basic functionality of providing "a roof over one's head", not only it will interest architects it will interest archilogists too..

note: bas tube lite aur fan ko haata do..then it is d same one room bunglow in which vicky used to live after madan chopra defrauded vicky's papa....

n isse end karte hue i m looking forward to watching wake up sid, today eve.. ur company will be most welcomed n yaar kal office jana hain at 7 am..hope ki i wake up before sid..

aise kaise gudnite!!!!

2009-09-10T11:45:00.000-07:00

I m not aware of what it is about my body that attracts mosquitos of all races and religions...hmmm lite gol hain n i m in my fav place , comp ke samne..aaj kal dream itna kar raha hunn ki raat ko neind aana bandh ho chuki hain..samajh mein nahi aata kaha se start karu aur kya likhu...now tht i m abt 2 go..haan majduri karne..

15 din ka honeymoon hain , by which i mean 2 say ki 15 din free fund mein hotel, lunch, breakfast..then i m goin to dellas,
ur 1st thought: wah yaar!!
2nd thought: saala aish hogai!!
harman's thought: o teri paen di!!...
yup thats how it sounds when i tell my frnds over phone .."15 din ke baad i m goin to dewas"

what i am thinking ki meri job kaisi hogi , i mean mein kam kya karunga.., well not really kam toh main last mein sochta hunn, pahle sochta hunn ki masti kaha mar paunga..iska example bhi hain , i told my frnd DL ki meri joining aa gayi n m goin pune 4 15 days, toh tu bhi plan bana kar aaja, hotel yaha main book kar dunga..tab usne bola.. par yaar tu waha kam kar raha hoga.. n then i realized main chuti mein nahi ja raha .. frm then i took it seriously..

Now what I m reallllyyyyyy thinking about , or shld i say dreaming about,is meetin a soni kudi, woh lehrate hue reshmi bal, woh udte hua dupatta,aur jab main dekhu usse toh backgrnd mein gana baje
"Aaj din chadiya tere rang warga-2, phul sa khila aaj din, raba mere din ye na dhale, woh jo mujhe khawab mein mile.." aur uski dil ki dhadkan tham jaye..
aaye hai mar jaawa gudd khake..

aur toh aur yaaro tumse spl request hain yaar ye PSU's ke offer (form bharne ka offer) lekar mujhe bore maat kiya karo..i mean its good to get into PSu , par i m just not a PSU material , i mean, seriously look at u guys, saab saale phodu bande ho, aur relatively speaking my gpa is as low as gdp of zimbawae..indian text mein is as low as d quality of kabhaqt ishq..or real sense mein equal to gdp of india +0.24..toh kaha se yaar.. sc/st/obc se bhi nahi hu

lastly i heard in my jungle town a bandariya talkin to her father..
bandariya: papa mein shadi karna chahti hu..
BKP(its Bandariya Ka Papa): beta pahle jise shadi karni hain usse ye padhne toh de..
agar padh ke woh muskura raha hain , toh samjh le usne haan kardi..

PS: yaar psu ka koi naya form aaya ho toh bata dena, blog ki bataon ka bura nahi mante, actually baat kuch aur hain ..

aaj fir jeene ki tamana hain..

2009-09-03T01:20:00.000-07:00

yaar bahut time hogaya, frm now on i m planning to blog on a regular basis..
all i had here is boring days, par kafi kuch non sense bhi tha, likhna shuru karta hunn ki mujhe neind aane lagti hain..kaun likhe kaun type kare... i hav smething intresting 2 share abt myself here..
this is wht one of my frnd wrote abt me a when we were in 1st yr of our engg.., i just told him to mail it, now i decided 2 put up for u guys..
here it goes..
(this is innovation baby.. )

Rajesh Concept :

The 'Rajesh Concept' is a very unique concept developed here by a guy
name Ishan Bagga, of EEE batch. My room mate Bhupinder Dhaka(Rajesh)
is in the EEE batch. He has two close friends, Ishan(Rajesh) and
Avinash(Rajesh). Ishan is from a small town, Raipur , which
incidentally now is the capital of Chattisgarh. He is a very weird and
interesting fellow. He is average height (a lil short), and looks like
a Gollum. He has some unique characteristics:
• Cannot walk straight,
• feet always wide apart,
• a glimmer in the eye,
• permanent disability of coherent hand-movement while talking
• And of calling and referring to everyone as 'Rajesh', no matter what
their name is.

Yeah, I know he is weird. There was this 'Rajesh Bhaiya' is our hostel
block, but he passed out (not dead, I mean completed his course) this
Semester. Ishan(Rajesh) got so inspired by him , that he started
calling everyone 'Rajesh'. I mean everyone, seriously everyone. That's
why my room mate is now called 'Rajesh', and their friend Avinash is
also 'Rajesh'. Even I am 'Rajesh', and anyone who is a friend of any
of the friend's of Rajesh, is a Rajesh. I know it's very confusing,
but you'll will understand. And yeah, females are naturally
Rajeshwaris.

tum logo ko main ek moka aur deta hunn, aur kuch acha likha kar batao..
abhi itna hi, waise DL (deepak lakwani), main tujhe TAG kar raha hunn..it means u need 2 write 20 pts abt urself..pichle doo dino se main tag ka button dhund raha tha just like orkut..par aisa shayad nahi hota..
bolna padta hain puttar... bolna..

2009-05-15T06:00:00.000-07:00

Days have merged into night. I can’t seem to find a difference between the two. I sleep at 12, wake up at 5 and I wonder how the day transformed into night transformed into day. I am smiling at the day transforming into night transforming into day or i am not??

i dont know what i am writing here, i am writing for the sake of writing or whatever..

we d so called engineers, full of the wisdom of books and the enthusiasm of youth(that what d world thinks dont blame me),we new hire's will soon be popping our heads into cubicle with a thousand questions..
while some of my friends still want to be students will be pursuing higher studies, that means they still have 2 more years of screaming n shouting ..

what i'll miss the most is the good food and those wonderful bunch of friends, (mostly my friends coz u can get good food anywhere) i think its d only thing one wants, moreover friends have a solution for all ur problems.Even if at times, the solutions feel like no solutions, they are the only ones who have the time to listen to you! Where would I be without of all of them!! The 3:00 A.M friends. The 10:00 P.M friends.The friends of "good times".The "phone a friend". The "aise kaise goodnite" friend.the chatters d leg pullers Thank God for friends!

And the next obvious thing on today's list. Food. Comfort food, exotic food, health food, junk food. They all have a place and time. Same place, different times actually. I recollect reading somewhere that what you crave for is what you body needs the most at the moment. Though I also wonder what nutrition Pani Puri or a Pizza can possibly provide since that is what I'm craving for right now. Nutrition or none, you know when you need them, and you also know what you can do to get them!

It's also said that when people are depressed either they quit eating, or get into binge eating. Hmm. How can someone quit eating! With lip smacking delicacies a stone's throw from your location (i.e from hostels), how can someone not eat. Personal Opinion. It's better to eat and eat until you can eat no more and get over stuff than attempt the same on an empty stomach. Oh sweet gluttony! Is food all that I can ever think of! oh no! at the moment yeah!i m hungary so i m ending my nonsense. I'll grab a bite of whatever looks appealing and edible and here's hoping you have a great weekend doing what pleases you the most :)

comment for a suitable title most welcome..

Things I am thankful of...

2009-03-12T09:10:00.000-07:00

To:

Life- the greatest gift of all. Thats when I wake up each morning, I know that God has given me chance to live, a chance to touch somebody’s life, chance to be of aid to anyone, and a chance to better myself, a chance to be happy ..:)

Education- being able to go to school and finish schooling is a privilege, because not everyone has the opportunity to go to school n then college ofcourse..

Family- friends may come and go, but family is the most important people in someone’s life. Whatever happens to you, whatever will become of you. Family is the wind beneath our wings.

Friends- i think after family these are the people who knows you whole heartdly, they are the precious few, they are the people whom you have to be truthful or else whats the point in having friends. the most essential gift you could ever receive.

Dogs- whenever I feel sad or angry or bored and if I see a dog all these negative emotions vanished. Surely, dogs are my kryptonite. also for waking me up early morning..

I guess if one’s life is a series of repetition and you see the same things all day, all year round. You tend to neglect the very things that compose your day. Like the beautiful flowers at the park, the grand architecture of buildings and houses that adds up to the beauty of a community. The first time you see something that amuses your eye; you applaud to its appearance. Yet as time passes by all the grandeur of the place turns out to be nothing but ordinary. we tend to forget the minute things that comprise living. That really struck me, because here I am whining about all my discomforts yet there are lot of reasons to be happy!!

Good Day

2009-02-28T08:15:00.000-08:00

One of the hardest things is to remember to be thankful and show gratitude. With schedules and distractions, it can have us taking things for granted.

Today, take 10 minutes and give thanks. Give someone a compliment, make that phone call, write that letter, show kindness, show love, show compassion, and remember to FEEL GOOD!!