tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-239713982024-03-13T03:23:56.105-07:00OPEN SECRETPRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-61168369748666072020-03-20T10:12:00.004-07:002020-03-20T10:30:16.714-07:00 Year 2020: A reset the World required & Universe conspired<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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the much-hyped year 2020 has so far brought upon a new calamity with its consequences being faced by the whole world. And we are only 3 months into it…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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resolutions about starting good habits, having a positive outlook, travelling
the world, earning big etc. etc. are now starting to look far-fetched as we
face the existential crisis (not so-to-speak but quite literally). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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trying to tell us to slow down? To spend more time with our loved ones. To stop
hustling in life for a bit and be at home and plan our priorities right. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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again and for us to breathe a little pure air. To take a step back and realize
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significant and prepared as we thought we are when nature, universe decides to
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better tomorrow for our own sake. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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things that are happening around us, now might seem like an unusual time to
talk about silver linings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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perhaps is the <b>time for us to be proactive and optimistic</b> about creating small
moments of happiness. Ever since the world is going on lockdown it has also
brought lot of positive changes to the environment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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about <b>reevaluating our actions</b>, interactions and <b>re-tuning humanity’s
relationship with</b> <b>nature</b> and universe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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all over we may never again take anything for granted even the most simplest of
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Being told by our grandparents infinite times to wash hands when we come home
from outside or before we eat.<br />
A jog in park<br />
Shopping at supermarket even for buying single item <br />
Friday night out , smell of popcorn in the crowded theater<br />
Coffee with our colleagues and conversations with our neighbors<br />
Mundane daily routine or <br />
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may we find that we have <b>become better version of ourselves</b>….healthy, kind,
resilient, compassionate, grateful, patient and take each day as a blessing for
the worst may not be over, but at least our minds are better equipped to deal
with situations that may arise in the future in an optimistic way</span><br />
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PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-16859999660652116252014-03-31T02:21:00.001-07:002014-03-31T02:54:37.791-07:00New Year and New Beginnings<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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a Maharastrian, the occasion of Gudhi Padwa holds special significance, it is
considered as the beginning of our New Year, not that we don’t celebrate 31st
Dec, but it is also considered to be one of the three and half auspicious days
of the year. On this occasion we hoist a Gudhi outside our house/window,
symbolically to keep off adversity and usher in prosperity and happiness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is what most of us have come to know since childhood, as kids it just meant an
occasion to hog on sweets, buy new clothes, wake up early, visit temple and
meet relatives as it goes for every other festive occasion, growing up it meant
one of the bank holidays to spend some leisure time and this year viola
extended weekend joy :)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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don’t think I was ever curious to know more about festive occasion and what it
really means until now. I am not sure if this sudden inclination to dig deeper
comes from being into a profession where there is need to be informed about
everything that is being talked about in online social universe ( aka
facebook/twitter trends #gudipadwa) or just merely out of curiosity or as
matter of fact that being Maharashtrian I should be aware of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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ways it is fascinating to know how meaningful and thought through
occasions/rituals can be. It is also surprising to find that we can to describe
the significance of an event with a spiritual, historic, mythological and
natural/seasonal context at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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this day marks the beginning of the time when universe came into existence;
historically it signifies victories of Shivaji Maharaj in many battles,
mythological significance is the victory of Rama by slaying Ravana in battle.
And the natural phenomenon of commencement of spring season.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I didn't know that each of these things present in this Gudhi have this richer
meaning, I think the image says it all for what we actually look forward to
when we celebrate New Year.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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now known the real significance of an occasion/ ritual it kind of makes our
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rather than the usual ‘follow and nod to what our parents say’ approach. What
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Personally
I think everyday can be one’s New Year, everyday can be a start of something
new, be it new beginnings, ventures, explorations, learning’s, discoveries. And
these occasions just provides with that necessary push get us started. At times
we all do require a beacon of hope, assurance, strength and courage to take on
something new and challenging, think this Gudhi serves that purpose. :)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy
Gudhi Padwa and happy New beginnings to one and all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Definition: [noun] - C</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; " >oming to understand something clearly and distinctly.
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<br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realized.. the value of each and every moment.. second… penny
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realized the things you been yearning for…. to do.. to have.. to be there .. suddenly appear<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>like trails in fog… and also soon disappear.. as the trails in the fog…
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realized how much ever, time we think we have it is never quite that much.. much enough either.
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realized.. the moment you start thinking.. you have nothing to do .. you are zapped with everything.
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<br />Realized that what you’ve been wanting unknowingly …is what you will end up getting.
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realized if I could list down the number of things I’ve done in past 2 years, it doesn’t even remotely equate to the things I’ve done in the past 6 months.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br />Realized that ever soon you realise the fact that you have managed to dabble in lot of things at a time, that’s the only time , you realise it was nothing compared to what is more to come..
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realize with each passing day I’ve been a fool yesterday..
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realized vulnerability actually makes you stronger.
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realized the same things that make you happy have the capacity to make you sad as well.
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realise it’s the people, friendship, relationships … that keeps us moving forward.. and backward too
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realised setbacks..<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>actually acts as motivational kicks in the future…
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realized that being alone is far better than feeling alone in the crowd.
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realised each day your priority keeps changing..
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realized the things that can’t be defined are only meant to be figments of imagination.
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<br /><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Realized the most certain thing is uncertainty !!<o:p></o:p></span></p></span></div><div style="font-size: small; ">
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<br /></span></span>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-91926279210865623932010-04-12T02:53:00.000-07:002010-04-12T03:05:31.586-07:00<div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#660000;">The CAT-astrophic Fever….</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>"Picture This" </strong></div><br /><div align="left"><br /><strong>Scene 1- A night before the D day- jittery<br /></strong><br />I should be nervous, anxious.. anticipate... look forward to successfully complete the exam.. atleast attempt to hope to clear it.. achieve or atleast try to<br /><br />But i am not.. i don’t have an answer for it..<br />What is it ???<br />Its seems like its a last bus to heaven.. everyone is keen to catch up..<br />sheer overhyped blunder..<br /><br />Grapes are sour.. sure might be.. but what if I don’t want grapes.. what if I don’t like them at all.. What if I want something else...<br />why should I be wasting my time and energy.. in seeking something I don’t look forward to.. sure I want a great career.. but I cant be pursuing something that would make me unhappy.. and my zeal and enthusiasm in pursuing the same is lost in process.<br /><br />After giving a thought about what is…. getting an entry into this institution going to give me.. great career.. good money...<br />Happiness.. umm I don’t know yet..<br /><br />Why should I let my life be ruled by an entrance exam???<br /><br />Its competitive.. its tougher.. people are smarter.. people work hard..<br />Is it what defines.. success.. is it what defines.. NOT being a failure...<br />Its coveted seat.. a treasure of knowledge seeks the right candidate..<br /><br />Is it the only place???<br /><br />Lot of emotions, literally gushing through mind....yeah “emotions from mind” … not just me.. But I guess every CAT taker<br /><br /><br /><strong>Scene 2: Pre exam<br /></strong><br />As an apparent result of me paying my application fees at the last moment, I get my test centre at Kharghar.. If your everyday life revolves around suburbs then Kharghar is like a distant village. Anyhow.. it was the closest compared to the next destination nashik… phew!!!</div><br /><div align="left"><br /><strong>The D-day: Eventful.. 2nd Dec 2009<br /></strong><br />In the hopes of reaching the test centre at 1:30 pm, 2 hrs prior to the examination time as thoroughly advised by the Prometric (online exam software developers) and also by their videos posted on youtube.<br />I had to leave home by 10:30 ( yess good 5 hrs prior to exam)<br />Guided by a friend on all means of transportation and routes to reach Kharghar.<br />I choose the most frequented!!!<br />[<em>Robert Frost poem doesn’t apply to traveling in Mumbai, here if you choose the route less traveled by… you are bound to get lost</em>].<br /><br />So this was my route.. ummm errrrr routes..<br /></div><p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459188922955427442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik-siHaha0u16RZi4XE85FkvtIw-ru9tGS8kdsMXb4ggy6gwBB1eUxQ6cSZSr3u3p2riqrQuqkfvd1tzcdEmvfjbZvbFGVWYEUrrzaNrVvCOOV7VAL-XocwLc43CWeTzWroWkZ/s320/journey.jpg" /><br /></p><p align="left">The journey was made possible without me loosing my patience by reading Paulo Coelho ”Like Flowing River”<br />[<em>Yeah I preferred not to carry any mathematical formula books and stuff..last minute studies screws up brain</em>]<br /><br />On reaching the station I was delighted not to find any rickshaw, or bus.. as matter of fact any other means of transport to reach test centre.<br />So the trusted means of transportation is to walk. The apparent 10 min walk as local suggested is infact good 25 min walk..<br /><br /><br /><strong>Scene 3: At the Venue<br /></strong><br />There… finally I reach the centre, have a glance at it and heaved momentary sigh of relief having reached like dot on time…<br />No sooner that sigh ended…with phew!!! I saw a huge queue of students getting to check in.<br /><br />After the person matched my identity with card which took him good 2-3 mins..<br />Another check point greets me …frisking I have to keep my belongings including my wrist watch I mean cuh..mon how the hell am I supposed to know the time.. ( isn’t it critical factor), then I was taken to fingerprint analysis [yes for first time in history of any exam held in India.. I think.] Fingerprinting...followed by photo-op…<br />The anxiety on everyone’s face was apparent. It was CAT after all, the<br />photo-op person asked me smile twice, but I could be least bothered<br />[<em>I think my smile might have resembled similar to Chandelr’s :-S </em>]<br /><strong>In my mind</strong>: dude.. CAT isn’t funny!!!<br /><br />After the stringent procedural checks I am allotted a computer desk with a chair.. and a thin sheet of “cardboard” separates two computers..<br />[<em>The irony of it all.. fingerprinting and cardboard paper separators, voila!!!]</em><br /><br /><strong><em>Highlights of situation: </em></strong><br />Oh yeah !! 10 mins after reading the instruction note stapled on my desk I realized, my computer doesn’t have a CPU…<br />okay now I was nervous.. I checked around ,others did have CPU in place..<br />[<em>Since the pre exam drama was so techie.. thought they must have a centralized unit with just monitor on desk.. but yeah that wasn’t the case</em>]<br />After bringing it to the notice, I was told I’ll be shifted elsewhere<br /><br /><strong>In my mind:..</strong> You better.. I don’t want to return without giving the exam<br /><br />Well to my surprise, I was taken to another lab,where I was allotted an LCD monitor, a brand new desktop set..[ <em>my apparent love for computers made this happen I guess .. :P</em>]<br /><br /><strong>CRUCH Time :</strong><br /><br />15 mins to go for the exam- screen greets me, antivirus scanner also greets me.. my worst fear.. not a virus.. please not a virus.. I don’t want to come back all the way to give this exam..<br /><br />My PC is rebooted 3 times, my nervousness reached its highest crest.. and so did my anger..<br /><br />Finally, the screen changes to “start exam”..<br />[ <em>Yeah mayn.. I have been waiting for this forever</em>]<br /><br />5 hours of anticipating this moment.. goes.. PUFF<br /><br />2 hrs 15 mins.. seemed only 15 mins..<br /><br />I hit “End the Test” that’s it I am done..<br /><br /><br /><em><strong>Results :</strong></em><br />Good they don’t give results immediately after the test..<br />But yeah what the hell..<br />A month after the exams….results out..<br />I successfully managed to screw it up once again..<br /></p><br /><div align="left"><br /><strong><em>Conclusion:</em></strong> I never really liked Grapes !!!!<br /></div></div>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-76328330988188956692010-03-29T23:32:00.000-07:002010-03-29T23:37:16.498-07:00<span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">INSOMNIA....</span><span style="font-size:85%;">zzzzzzzzzzzz</span></span><br /><br />Insomnia, had herd this word for the first time when it was associated as a symptom of a disease, must have been long time back, had mugged up pretty badly along with the illness and its symptoms.. Coming to think about it now, I think I had liked the word, coz I didn’t knew what it meant then and it stood out amongst the ordinary symptoms listed in our syllabus at that time.. :)<br />Sleeplessness.. Sleep deprivation...was its meaning as explained by our teachers, found it rather silly to have sleeplessness as a symptom back then..<br /><br />Funnily realizing now and kind of witnessing the symptom…but..<br /><br />Insomnia.. What makes me be awake???<br /><br />Well if one truly tries to reason it out I don’t know... sometimes there are many reasons.. Sometimes you are just plain awake.. No reason whatsoever..<br /><br />Today is one such day, I am awake for absolutely no reason, but I want to reason out to myself the very reason for simply not sleeping…<br /><br />(This was one of the dialogues from popular series, found it apt as one the reason I consider for Sleeplessness…)<br />“When you're little, night time is scary because there are monsters under the bed. When you get older the monsters are different. Self doubt, loneliness, regrets. And though you may be older and wiser, you still find yourself scared of the dark.<br />Sleep. It’s the easiest thing to do; you just close your eyes,but for so many of us, sleep seems out of grasp. We want it, but we don't know how to get it. Yet once we face our fears and turn to each other for help, night time isn't so scary because we realize even in the dark, we aren't all alone.”<br /><br />Sometimes it’s perhaps because you don’t have good enough reason to wake up next morning, to look upto something worthwhile, so better yet give no chance to “wake up”<br /><br />Sometimes it’s due to the pursuit of something that has interested you immensely and grappled you that you don’t want to let go of it even for a moment to catch up on sleep<br /><br />The two things contradict itself.. but its paradoxical to the core..<br /><br />Sometimes the night time is the only time you’ve got all by yourself to indulge in things that you wanna do say read a book, write about something, catch on missed series, catch up with friends from busy daily schedule, think over the day past by, think over about the next day….<br /><br />INSOMNIA-(I define it as.) I ‘am Not Sleepy, Ordinary Mind Needs Inordinary Activity..<br />Connoting it lil funnily as - I’am Never Sleepy Ofcourse My Notion is Adaptable :P<br /><br />Sometimes night time is the only time when ideas hits you, where imagination is at its best, when your mind works wonders and you wouldn’t waste a moment over even consider trying to sleep….. which results into something I denote as Natural High!!!<br />( Insomnia gives you a natural high and it doesnt even give time for hangover)<br />Sometimes, its sheer mind wanderings. finding out ways to get certain unfulfilled things done, exploring and knowing new things, sometimes sleeplessness is coz you delve into your dreams, aspirations, thoughts, imaginations…<br /><br />“Dream is not what you see when you sleep.. It’s the thing which does not let you sleep”<br /><br />It’s this constant pursuit of oneself to do something, be something, to keep mind occupied all the time..<br /><br />Sometimes it feels that whatever time you’ve got for yourself its pretty lame to waste it on SLEEP......zzzzzzzPRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-8667297289049827662009-11-24T09:06:00.000-08:002010-03-30T00:14:01.258-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#660000;">In my Mind…..<br /></span><br /></span><br /><br />It seems...<br />It hits me, strikes me ,bounces off me..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictLzknoeeqaTAsADX4gs14I8tfJw7aX4-RCzu4zm2Zrb6k0yNMYRXtS78JlpOevn7jaZK0hhS9u_0O8RxPZTHXRDuPBv_aWhD-7bRXwg_mHltSR0uoYFwL09W6ZpiVUpsX2gK/s1600/final.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454318273129924002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEictLzknoeeqaTAsADX4gs14I8tfJw7aX4-RCzu4zm2Zrb6k0yNMYRXtS78JlpOevn7jaZK0hhS9u_0O8RxPZTHXRDuPBv_aWhD-7bRXwg_mHltSR0uoYFwL09W6ZpiVUpsX2gK/s320/final.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">sometimes strongly sometimes weak…<br />sometimes vaguely.. sometimes discrete..<br />in the middle of night,<br />while day dreaming..<br />anytime..... anywhere..<br />constantly now and again... </div><p></p><p></p><br /><br />If it<br />settles for a moment<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tNMNKNmuRyMkdS4lUKbu8u_2zBjVZjaZmWKkQWenWXKLfZdXy_tto9jX6Ua5r7SdqjGUyOIwarrza-dqKf_GJr_Bx-p0CSQb6eTjdqZE2_TewLSf55Rdrx7kgzR8XI31WzNk/s1600/cartoon.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454318519137105826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5tNMNKNmuRyMkdS4lUKbu8u_2zBjVZjaZmWKkQWenWXKLfZdXy_tto9jX6Ua5r7SdqjGUyOIwarrza-dqKf_GJr_Bx-p0CSQb6eTjdqZE2_TewLSf55Rdrx7kgzR8XI31WzNk/s320/cartoon.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />I strive to grasp it...<br />if unable then it<br />disappears in oblivion...<br />making me restless<br />making me wanting for more....<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">It seems….<br />it is scattered, cluttered, jumbled,ceaseless...<br /><br /></div><img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454319727469370690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3Ulz5qPNY4RuE0Dx2Hd2cXZqCwucEaum8OCq4t8_CxBqH6o8OAQxisxagflQWK1Hlfn4Rc9xxG3BPum-dL6C1JT44JS4-JP0-z2UYERLP4WSZXvRRsYqet7MakRtKWl-mid1/s320/flickr-words.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I hope to discern,gather,unravel it<br />don’t know what should<br />I do about it..<br />I can’t live with it....<br />I can’t live without it.. </div>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-5219579864299077512009-07-30T03:40:00.000-07:002009-08-24T10:18:56.947-07:00<div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Distractions.....</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br />[Def: an obstacle to attention, derangement of mind, a diversity of direction]<br /><br />Ever since we were kid.. our parents used to distract us, or probably try to divert our attention to.... some glowing lights, something eye catching, something that made noise, when we started crying or when we were annoying them or when we used to harass them.<br />Basically they tried something to grab our attention to get us attracted to something else.<br /><br />And as we grow old they keep saying to us don’t do this thing, that thing, stay focused, don’t loose your concentration, mark your way, achieve your goal, don’t be side tracked….<br />Don’t Get DISTRACTED !!!<br /><br />Quite a contradiction…<br /><br />Distractions have always been those attractive things placed before us..meant to grab our attention.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373580767271349410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDjjanqPqd1kTRYU2LDYypX60b0n6DydVvoCTOSP4Iuxt6Ix6qJF_-g0Zv5HMdRyPBLlk1HLMlLjxOLYqg_hKUorwt3UnSQks4bkETqgOZ20MiChR1jT0WpRY_B14gred8qFfk/s320/raindrops.jpg" border="0" /><br />Distractions have been those alluring things,moments,instances put in place before us so that we could experience them, seek them, enjoy them maybe learn from them....<br /><br />Why aren’t the things that we are meant to do presented to us in such way.. and if they are.. because we have choose them.. then what exactly are Distractions?????<br /><br />Why can’t the things we get distracted to... be the things we actually wanna do...<br /><br />Why is it not possible that these roadblocks can be our milestones.. and why cant they be our stepping stones rather than hindrances.<br /><br />Why isn’t the path that we get distracted to… meant to be our way..</div>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-80605972328239141982009-05-25T00:46:00.000-07:002009-05-25T00:48:39.947-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">A nail biting story…<br /></span><br />Just yesterday… I was wearing a this brand new pair of shoes (chappals,if I may say so..). It might not even have been like 4-5 hrs .. I felt little uneasy wearing them…<br />Actually my shoes doesn’t last for even week forget months..<br />That’s like my trademark thing.. I still haven’t figured out why, how for myself..<br /><br />Later on I realized that a nail was stuck on rear of my shoe, I dint bother to remove it then but later on it started pricking me.. I obviously couldn’t let it be that way…<br />It disabled my walking…<br />So I removed it…. I figured it was one those notice board nail pins.<br /><br /><br />The strange /Funny part is…<br /><br />Later that night, my chappals broke, making me completely unable to walk, I was shopping in the mall, limping my way thru and that was the last place I could probably find a cobbler, the only other option being buying a brand new pair of chappals …<br />Well I wasn’t that keen on buying brand new pair again…<br />( I realized our dependency on shoes soo much, I cudnt just remove it and walk barefoot, I was too embarrassed to do so..)<br /><br />Ahan! The other quick fix solution for mending it was.. glueing it.. Well looking out for shops wasn’t big deal in mall (thank god). I went to “hobby ideas” to find glue which could gel in cloth..<br />In middle of mall I was glueing my black chappals, with white glue..<br />(I know that’s pretty lame.. but I was adamant on buying new pair of shoes)<br /><br />Well the glue it seems was adamant on sticking my shoe as well....<br />Something struck me while doing this..<br />I went to stationary store in the mall, bought a packet of “noticeboard nailpins”….<br />This time I pierced the same nail pin in my shoe and....<br /><br />Eureka !!!! it worked..<br /><br />My chappals were mended.. I shopped.. I returned back home.. and I still have those “noticeboard nailpin” stuck in my shoe… this time.. Making me enable to walk…<br /><br />Sometimes you dont realize what will strike you where( pun intended) !!!!! he he hePRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-41161503709774527302009-05-08T23:13:00.000-07:002009-05-08T23:27:50.284-07:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Confessions of an Addict…<br /></span></strong><br /><em>[Addiction is defined by “A dependence on a behavior or a thing that a person is powerless to stop.” In snapshot it is described an obsession, compulsion, or excessive dependence of /on something.] </em><br /><br />It all started with a friend suggesting to open an account on latest social networking site that was the buzz doing rounds in the virtual “WWW” ….<br /><br />It was meant to stay connected ..to keep in touch with them.<br />Instant messengers and mails didn’t exist for me then.<br />Internet was a remote possibility…<br /><br />I lacked an email-id…I lacked a virtual identity.<br /><br />The only source my computer provided to me was for playing games (which I still do ),, listening to music etc etc.. so it wasn’t that very important for me perhaps, just a means of entertainment…<br /><br />Coming to think about it now, I feel…<br />My computer was dead for long time … In a way I was too..<br /><br /><br />Now..<br /><br />The first thing I do coming back home is log onto my pc, actually I plug into my internet connection even before that.. ( O.C.D).<br /><br />Google ( Blackle- trying to be eco-friendly) being my home page I am its huge fan as well. Not just for my home pc but for work pc as well ( I like personalizing things. :-))<br /><br /><strong>Tab one</strong>: Gmail<br /><strong>Tab two</strong>: Orkut<br /><strong>Tab three</strong>: Facebook..<br /><strong>Tab four</strong>: Messengers<br /><br /><strong>New Window</strong>: Rest of the things<br /><br />thats my routine I think (another O.C.D)..<br /><br /><br /><strong>Tab one: Gmail<br /></strong><br />I have got to check it, more often then usual I prefer reading to mails, then to net- surfing. It’s like “the more the merrier” when it comes to my inbox…<br />There is thrill of some kind to read the mails in your inbox, an anticipation for something new to be discovered.. something new to be known.. I guess….<br /><br />There is this feeling that someone bothered to bother about you, someone felt… to share something with you…<br /><br /><br />Somehow.. I also like the red, green dots, showing up in the Gmail<br />(especially when they are besides the people you really want them to )..<br />Although I don’t like the orange ones that much …<br /><br />There is this feeling of being together somehow when your are distances apart..<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">*</span><span style="font-size:100%;">[ There is something exciting when 5-10 windows pops onto screen. greeting you …<br />as soon as you log onto to your messengers…<br /><br />In between the perplexed condition that you are into, of switching from one tab to another from one messenger to another, basically multitasking here as well…<br />You like it….. when you tell our friends that you are taking time to reply him/her becoz you are talking to 10 other people.. The “sorry wrong window” phrase.. sounds cooler than it might actually be ]<br /><br /><br />The feeling that you have someone there to talk to / to listen to you in this “busy” world is gratifying.<br /><br /><br /></span><strong>Tab two: Orkut<br /></strong><br />Well … you get a peep into the lives of your friends, long lost ones, some relatives<br />(whom you hardly talk to but wanna stay in touch anyways).<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">*</span> [Albums,photos,communities,videos status updates.. gotta check them all once in a while..<br />You wanna know where your friends have been, what are they doing, how do they look now.. lolz<br />Scrapbook allows you to talk to people who aren’t as net savy as you and you got to check that as well also once in while.]<br /><br /><br /><strong>Tab three: Facebook.<br /></strong><br />The ultimate thing that has gripped everyone I am no different..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">*</span> [You update your status more frequently than you think ..you gotta blurt it out .. whatever that is going in your mind.. You like it when people notice that…<br />You like to flaunt your friendlist… so force your friends to join in.. add up new acquaintances, You like no. of comments you get on your newly updated status, on your newly updated photo album..You feel popular when someone tags you in their album..<br />You find yourself thinking about facebook even if you are out on vacation and enjoying yourself, you have got to check your account and update your status.. somehow..<br />You find applications are an easier way of knowing yourself better, in comparing yourself with others no matter how insanely ridiculous they might be..]<br /><br /><strong>Tab four: Messengers<br /></strong><br />As soon as you log onto it …. The screen goes pop…pop…pop<br /><br /><br /><em>Abc: hi wassup<br />Xyz: hey hi ,hows u<br />Abc: I am fine what abut you?<br />Xyz: I am gr8..<br />Xyz: how was ur day?<br />Abc: hmm well you know what happened today……..<br />…………………………….<br />……………………………<br />…………………………….<br />Xyz : aaahh<br />Abc: yeah k…<br />……………………..<br />……………………..<br />…………………….<br /><br />Another window pops<br /><br />Efg: hey mayn.. whr r u<br />Abc: hey hie m gud,yeah been lil busy<br />( even if you manage to talk to same person everyday)<br /><br />Efg: wats going on<br />Abc: kuch nahi some work<br />Efg: hmm<br />………………….long pauses………………….<br />Efg: u thr?<br />Abc: yeha yeah.. teme<br />Efg: nothing much<br />Abc ok..<br /><br />Previous window<br />Xyz: hey gtg<br />Abc: c ya laterz.. gd nt tc sd<br />Xyz: gd nt tc sd. Bubye<br /><br /></em><span style="font-size:180%;">*</span> [ Routine eehh !! but you like it somehow, you like to talk it all out that’s been bothering you, you like to hear from others who might be in similar situation, and messengers just bridges the gap for you]<br /><br />Its one of the easier means of communication, typing was only an effort one had to take.. but voice chat solves it all.. he he he<br /><br />But I prefer the the good ‘ol way..<br /><br />I like to put in thoughts, emotions, feelings in writing then emoting it out, ( well emoticons solves that problem too…)<br /><br /><br />The thing I like most about virtuality is that you don’t get to judge people by the way they look, or by the way they are…<br /><br />It’s like you open your (chat) window into their soul…<br />You get to judge them from what they are from within..<br /><br /><em>( I dunno how people can fake themselves, or their identity in the virtual world, I feel they might just reveal their true identity )<br /></em><br />Looks can be deceptive.. but thoughts are difficult to deceive…<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">*</span> [You have check your messengers for offliners, to check if somebody has just buzzed in to say “hows ya”.. all in all your glad to know.. people remembered you for some other reason.. ]<br /><br /><br />After the countless hours ( that’s another reason for your insomnia) you spent online, living in the virtual world…<br /><br />You suddenly realize that Virtuality .. is getting better of you..…<br />But then Reality is no better either..<br /><br />So you are happy as long as……. you are happy..<br /><br />You realize you have become an addict …. You have become an addict to that happiness that it brings along..<br /><br />But at the end of it .<br /><br />All these things that make me an addict.. an addict to my computer, internet, facebook etc etc<br />My addiction to “non –living things”… The things that make me happy..<br /><br />But in true sense of terms.. its and addiction to feelings… to emotions… to people, to others just like me..<br /><br />As soon as I unplug myself from this world, I have an awful feeling, that I just disconnected myself from happiness… from people who no longer are just a part of my life… they have become my life…<br /><br />In the end it’s about knowing I am no different then others…<br /><br />However insane it is.. however worse it might be…<br />Addiction is actually what keeps you going.. day before a day… a day after a day.<br /><br />I am glad I am an Addict………<br /><br />[ <span style="font-size:180%;">*-</span> This symbol refers to signs of addiction, if you agree with them…<br />You have just discovered that you are an “Addict” too.....]PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-52311512275364867802009-04-13T22:56:00.000-07:002009-04-13T23:02:22.042-07:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Meaning.......</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;">Sometimes we derive our answers, to those unsettled questions which have our mind lingering over, all the time in bizarre ways..<br /><br />Sometimes a book makes the reader wait till that very moment, when the reader could understand its true value, not in terms of just the text that it holds but it terms of the meaning that could perhaps in a way matter to the reader.<br /><br />Sometimes suddenly just this day out of blue... through some instances.. like perhaps talking to somebody, watching T V, reading a newspaper or probably from a cut out of the paper you just had your <em>bhel </em>in you figure it out.....<br /><br />Something connects, something fits into that jigsaw puzzle that your mind has created by itself which then it tries to resolve as well.<br /><br />"Meaning" is something each one of us is trying to figure out, about and from every aspect of our life...<br /><br />There are times when some things bother you so much that, it starts to affect everything around you. and then you start blaming that everything.. for your difficulties, when the problem lies in perhaps yourself.<br /><br />How long does it take for us to figure that out?<br /><br />So is it that we derive our answers all by ourselves.. or the answers are just lying around , waiting for us to seek them.<br />Its like those multiple choice questions we have for most of our exams, you have questions and then you have answers just lying in front of you.<br /><br />All you have to do is figure it out, seek the Right one...<br /><br />Choice is what we have, Results are certain, Fate is.......</span>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-64750616443984421542009-01-18T08:34:00.000-08:002009-01-18T08:44:45.877-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Oogle Google ….<br /></span><br /> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Every single day I sift through thee<br /> the vast expanse of knowledge<br /> for that I seek, not within me<br /> It says “search”<br /> You’ll find what you must seek<br /> it opens its windows for me </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">by a click of key...<br /><br /><br />Exploring the whole new world<br />encompassed within it<br />Everyone hopes to be in its lucky pages<br />Everyone who wishes to exist.<br /><br /><br />I seek its help<br />When I am stuck with something<br />It allows me to find it myself<br />Selflessly it helps others<br />help themselves..</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">by click of a key...<br /><br /><br /> I spend times countless</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Oogling at thee<br />I marvel who gave it<br />its ideal name be...<br /><br />just another person perhaps<br />who wished to seek knowledge,<br />not within him<br />but to make it accessible<br />by click of key....<br /><br /> <br />I always come back to home<br />to find within thee<br />something new ..<br />something to be glee</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><br />I know not now<br />how different it is<br />but it certainly does<br />make a difference to me..<br /><br /><br /><br />Well, I am awed by sheer impact it has made on lives of people, I always wished to know how one could make a difference to the world, something of that grandititude is little difficult to achieve..<br /><br />Google is living example of it though.<br /><br />The realization just dawned to me , that I am practically dependent on google for most of things and most of the people are supposedly..<br /><br />So, I wanna just thank its makers in a way, this was just something that came to my mind. :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /></span>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-78369357524031337502009-01-06T01:52:00.000-08:002009-01-06T02:10:28.933-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Metaphorically speaking...........</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The one thing that I religiously follow every night is keep stuff for download be it movies, series, e-books, software’s etc on my precious computer.... :)))<br />The reason being, there is absolutely no time to watch television these days.. or the strength to fight over a remote control and my work allows to me spend so much time in front of computer screen that I am practically glued to it.<br /><br />So downloads work for me…. I can watch, read the stuff I like.. any day... anytime.. for a cuppa entertainment.<br /><br />But today, as I was lining the torrents for download…<br /><br />If you are netizen you'll know what I am talking about, I lined up 4-5 torrents at a stretch combining a total of some 4-5 Gb of downloadable content which I know, will not get downloaded in one night's span.<br />Yet I kept it. Hoping....( to be lucky) that all of it might just get downloaded..<br /><br />The thing that struck me was sometimes our lives work on similar lines...<br /><br />There are too many things you want to do at same time and you are subconsciously aware of the fact that you won’t be able to finish all those things at that very instant.<br /><br />Yet to do it.. you involve yourself in too many things hoping that you'll be able to do everything, hoping that maybe you will get it all.. hoping that you will succeed in every sphere.<br /><br /><br />The next day I woke up and saw that none of them had completely downloaded (as I presumed, each one was showing 40%, 60%, 80% etc downloaded content).<br />So I wasn’t able to view any of the stuff that I had kept for download.<br /><br />Well... <br /><br />At times you fail.. you fail to achieve everything at that very instant.. You get depressed, annoyed at not being able to do it, at not being to achieve it …..</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Although subconsciously you were aware of the fact that there is very rare possiblity of you being able to do it all.<br /> <br />The next night again, I kept only the unfinished stuff for download. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The day after that, all of the stuff was downloaded, I was able to view everything that I had planned on watching.<br /><br />So sometimes, if you have patience and persistence to wait little longer... try a little longer... you might just come out victorious.<br /><br />But its always a win-win situation, if you know yourself well and do things that you know you’ll be able to.<br /> <br />Now on, I keep only so much stuff for download that I know will be completed in a night’s span. So that the next day I have it all..<br /><br />I believe the fact that “Impossible is nothing ” but sometimes hoping unrealistic things to happen takes the better of us.<br /><br />So I guess, knowing what is possible is sometimes a better option.<br /> <br /> </span>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-15267208543911317572008-12-31T07:00:00.000-08:002009-01-04T10:26:59.713-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Of an End & a Beginning......<br /></span><br /><br /><strong>"We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year's Day". </strong><br />-Edith Lovejoy Pierce<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I was wondering what would be the first word of the first page of my book; it had to mean a lot for me, sum up everything for me and the word that came to my mind was ……Thanks<br /><br />Hmm, for all the things that happened for me last year and for things that are yet to come...<br />For all the loved ones, for all my friends, colleagues old &new, for all those who have guided me, helped me, supported me, encouraged me, motivated me, inspired me… my thanks<br />And if I was to list down the names of the things & people I would thankful to, it might l just fill my entire book.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>“If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.”<br /></strong> -Lewis Caroll<br /><br />Well so.. I’ll move on to the next thing that comes to mind … A wish</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">A dream, a desire, an ambition which I have wished for, to attain, that will be the driving force for me for an entirety to achieve and accomplish the things which I have planned for myself. Chalking out a roadmap to know where I will be when I get there.<br /><br />Some aspirations to fulfill, some desires to nurture.. looking forward to all that in coming year<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>"A New Year's resolution is something that goes in one Year and out the other".<br /></strong>-Anonymous<br /><br />The dawn of New Year is incomplete without… Resolutions.<br />I have never made any before, not because I am afraid I can’t follow them but because you don’t really have to wait for whole New Year to start off something…<br />If you wish to you can, anytime anywhere…<br /><br />But since I have wished to do something’s now.. I might as well scribe it down, so each time I visit my blog I am reminded of it.<br /><br />1. My first resolution would then be to follow my resolutions.<br />2. Read books as much as I can & increase the size of my little library.<br />3. Get rid of my addiction....( Oops read as spend less time on my precious computer)<br />4. “Observe, Learn, Reflect, Share ,Write” (yeah I am gonna make that as my resolution)<br />5. Act more and Think less<br />6. Dream more and Visualize<br /><br />Well I guess these pretty much sum up for me, to look ahead…<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>“Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending.”<br /></strong>Maria Robinson<br /><br />Learning from past experiences, cherishing all good memories and taking in stride all the bitter ones.. Lets start afresh with new hopes, new ideas, new dreams….<br /><br />I wanna start today..this day <strong>of an End and a new Beginning…</strong></span>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-86496132649661199382008-12-19T01:51:00.000-08:002008-12-19T01:52:51.992-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#660000;">Life as I know it so far.....</span> </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It’s difficult to live life not knowing what you wanna do about it….. in it…. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Its difficult to tell others about it too, because, you are a mere.... perception to them<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">But I question this morality… </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Is it not possible for a person to not know what one wanna do?.. what one wanna become?… </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Why cant I know things that I don’t wanna do.. than what I want to.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I want to do lot of things in life.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">But I don’t wanna look upto someone and say.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I wanna become like that person....<br /><br />Coz, I don’t wanna be like someone… </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I want to be someone…. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">In middle of interesting conversation I was questioned... “what do you dream of becoming?”, “what do you wish to give the world?”… these questions kinda left me dumbstruck. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I had never even questioned these things, cant even get close to having answers to these… </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">But then I realized these questions are not be answered they are to be felt,the feeling drives one to answer these questions. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I wish to find it one day...some day… </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Funnily the dawning of realization hasn’t happened to me yet...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> I guess because my hopes have raised.. my ambitions have raised… </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I wish to yearn more, I wish to learn more.. I wish to earn more</span>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-28580152063433411362008-12-07T00:23:00.000-08:002008-12-07T00:28:53.954-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Driving me Crazy......</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It seemed an ordinary day,<br />we went out for drive..<br />which had been so long overdue...<br /><br />little did i know.. you were searing with rage,<br />untill in no time you bursted out fuming..<br />I had no other option then to see you cooling,<br />let you vent out..of all your anger...<br /><br />A while passed...<br /><br />when you were calming down but i was mad, fuming<br />I couldnt understand why were you angry?..<br /><br />It seemed you complained, i had no time for you..<br />but then,this was the time i thought i'd give you..<br />you gave me no reason for your anger...<br />now i wonder.. if we could ever be together..<br /><br />i had hoped to go on long drives with you,<br />visit places far and distant..<br />but if you continued being furious like this..<br />it would be hard for me to traverse...<br /><br />we have been together since times myraid..<br />i wish to sustain it for time without end..<br /> <br />I had hoped you could be the medium,<br />which would let me be..<br />wherever i want to...<br />whenever i wished to..<br /><br />At times i know.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I drive you like crazy...<br />but today you showed me that..<br />you can drive me crazy too....<br /><br />I think we both know now...<br />we drive each other crazy<br />Untill we meet next time,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> for yet another blazing ride ...<br /><br /> </span>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-60298810439734607252008-12-03T08:40:00.000-08:002008-12-03T09:07:59.010-08:00<span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Subsistence of Being.........</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">I am a mere spectator.... in bylanes.... of this chaos.. watching.. it unfolding.. through my tv set…</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> In large bold letters Breaking News is being splashed across the screen, I am scurrying through all possible news channels I could switch on to a single frame.<br />Whatever it showed me, the sight that fitted in that single frame.. it was devastating.<br />The attack, the ruckus, the blasts, the hostages, the terrorists, the police The people.. the human… the mankind..<br /><br />Mumbai is called the city of dreams, of aspirations, of inspirations, of hardship, of undying will, of never say never attitude.<br />I could see it getting diminished each second passing by….<br /><br />The three days of terror stricken mumbai and minds….<br /><br />After grasping the whole scenario and trying to absorb it.. a thought lingers.. why did they had to do this, for what purpose..<br />A mail claimed by people holding themselves responsible( deccan mujahidin) that this was done as revenge on hindu –muslim riots that happened in 1995…<br /><br />Well I was like 8 year old then.. unaware of things going around me.. but I am quite old now to understand.. and rationally think on issues that surrounds our existence.<br /><br />But this all didn’t make sense.. it did not seemed only to be a physical attack on people but it was an assault on the minds of people.. to create fear.. to create a feeling of hatred.. to create anger… It was a reaction to an action… but retorting it in violence is only going to trigger a chain reaction…<br /><br />But…<br /><br />Our ever so publicity addict politians stand at podium created by site of attack and deliver classic speeches.. instead of letting police do their work.. they create chaos and jeopardize the lives of even more, and as always put price on bravery..<br />The media as usual provides even more fuel to this…<br /><br />Out of fear, people jump to conclusions spread rumors… jeopardize more people.. and makes it difficult for police to do their job.. and rhetorically blame the police for not executing their work effectively.<br /><br />This happens as usual.. every single time<br /><br />These are the things that everyone knows about and in fact also know that these things cannot resolve any issues..<br /><br />Yes!! all are angry and all want to do something.. but anger shouldn't be transformed into Violence.. but into Actions.<br /><br />All I see, as retort to this case is.. are silent demonstrations.. lighting of candles… protests with placards displaying anger….burning of effigies… online petitions, messages scribbled with blood of youth who wish to lend their condolences to ones who were departed and a salute to ones who gave their lives.<br />Yes this is a way of venting the anger.. saying out loud that it has affected us... letting people know the severity of the situation...<br /><br />But are these effective Actions?<br /><br />I wonder if these can be the only effective tools to fight terror, to fight the unjustified laws of government, to fight the inefficiency of the politians… for us who wants to see a change in society.<br /><br />I noticed a stark difference in ethos of the “Youth of today -- Us”<br /><br />Well a little over month ago I was part of youth summit which gathered around different people from different parts of the world to do something… to talk about, discuss and if possible try to find solutions to climate change. Well the thing to note was these people were educated... intelligent... motivated.. triggered to do something constructive irrespective of the differences.<br /><br />These terrorists also represent the youth of today.. educated... motivated...triggered to do something... these terrorist were trained( in marine warfare… for crying out loud), were educated youngsters( spoke fluent English.. a global language) who hailed from little known villages… but were utilized for destructive purpose.<br /><br />It’s so paradoxical !!!<br /><br />Well we have the power to change… to make changes.. to make a choice between creation and destruction.<br /><br />Its we who create these problems and we will be the ones to resolve them…<br /><br /><br />contd...............</span>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-31314859333796100002008-12-03T08:30:00.000-08:002008-12-03T09:06:02.305-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Subsistence of Being.... How !!!<br /></span><br /></span><br />Then what could be our Actions?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Unity, not in terms of strength of people but minds of people.<br /></em>[Terrorism doesn't have, religion, culture, boundaries.. but then neither does Unity…]<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>A little belief in system of government, in officials that protect the integrity of it, though they seem to be mere puppets.<br /></em><br />[ The officials are also common men who wish to survive.. who wish for betterment of country, who are in it for only purpose that they see their country stand tall,but sometimes due to unruly politicians..bear the brunt of being an official]<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>By being responsible citizens, take part in issues discussed and raise an opinion when given a chance,become a part of system, get acknowledged with running of it.<br /></em><br />[We cant just blame system (government) because we are the ones who form it,we say it is of, by and for people.. true that things doesn’t happen the way they seem but aren’t we in some way responsible for this, rather than playing blame games.. cant we effectively do something about it]<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Voting a candidate isn’t an obligation, elect the best and not best out of the worst.<br /></em><br />[Section 49-O of the Constitution - Did you know that there is a system in our constitution, as per the 1969 act, in section "49-O"that a person can go to the polling booth, confirm his identity, get his finger marked and convey the presiding election officer that he doesn't want to vote anyone!<br /><br />49-O: The voter (or elector) deciding not to vote:<br />If an elector, after his electoral roll number has been duly entered in the register of voters in Form-17A and has put his signature or thumb impression thereon as required under sub-rule (1) of rule 49L, decided not to record his vote, a remark to this effect shall be made against the said entry in Form 17A by the presiding officer and the signature or thumb impression of the elector shall be obtained against such remark.<br />If you think none of the candidates at the ward / constituencies are able enough to lead the community, you can always opt not to vote, but if you will use this right of yours you may start a new things in our electoral process, which will further strengthen our democracy]<br /><br />Why should you go and say "I VOTE NOBODY"... because, in a ward, if a candidate wins, say by 123 votes, and that particular ward has received "49-O" votes more than 123, then that polling will be cancelled and will have to be re-polled. Not only that, but the candidature of the contestants will be removed and they cannot contest the re-polling, since people had already expressed their decision on them.<br /><br />This would bring fear into parties and hence look for genuine candidates for their parties for election. This would change the way, of our whole political system... it is seemingly surprising why the election commission has not revealed such a feature to the public....]<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Be little unmaterialistic…. vigilant, precautious, strong and try not to resort to money( materialism) for every single thing. It has been our habit we tend to break laws.. meant for our own security and protection.. and when we are caught we bribe people.<br /></em><br />[Haven’t we truly been affected by this mentality of ours, terrorists entered by bribing people, they could execute the plan efficiently because of sheer negligence]<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Family and education are important in creating a generation who could think rationally and morally and not succumb to brainwashing by extremists.<br /></em><br />Somewhere or the other we all are subconsciously aware of all these things.. Yet somehow we fail to act on them.. fail to implement it…<br /><br />Isn’t this a better lesson learnt !!!!<br /><br /></span><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Well ..when we are done reading.. we turn over pages .. this mite as well be one leaf out of our.. life.. turned over…dog-eared…. but frayed…<br /><br />But I then now…. I don’t wish to just remain as a mere spectator in bylanes of the chaos.. that mite unfold in future….</span></em>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-7234125545953260432008-11-11T05:21:00.000-08:002008-11-11T05:31:59.438-08:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">A chapter.....</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"></span><br />Well I really wanted to write this for some time now…<br />It's difficult to express feelings in mere words …<br />This phase of my life has been one helluve ride for me….turning me upside down….inside out….<br /><br />After almost a lifetime of feeling worthless, life seems pretty interesting now. A 'thought' which came out of will to do something to be something had started to nurture…<br />I wasn't sure what was it exactly, a group of people coming together for what they believe in or just mere get together of people with similar interest or was I just doing it plainly out of boredom of doing nothing….<br /><br />It seemed to be a whirlwind… It was impacting… I swept away in it..<br /><br />The "ABEL Foundation" – we call it that…. A 'thought' much more than an organization….A thought which has lot of things to say… lot of things to do…of seeing the world we live, in better light….the thought of making a change in the lives of not only us but many… A change which I have truly started to experience..<br /><br />I like this phase…<br /><br />There were times I had wanted things to happen; I was perhaps waiting for things to happen. I wanted to do something, to be something; I never thought life could be that frustrating, when you feel like just shutting yourself from outside world, into complete isolation, I thought that would have felt much better.<br /><br />But, Nature and People are two things that keeps me sane, I guess..<br /><br />My thoughts and my mind now constantly ponder about these things that has affected me in truly great sense.. I forget everything else..<br />It's difficult to reason how different people traveling different paths meet at crossroads and continue to tread along the similar path.<br /><br />I have got a reason to think, to reflect, to act…<br /><br />I think its most challenging phase of my life, I want to do things which I think are beyond my reach. It feels good though, to be of some worth, to be appreciated, to be felt of some use…<br />It's been few days now, still under the charming spell of Youth Summit. It's overwhelming …<br /><br />I can't believe nor began to explain the whole phenomenon (I wish to call it that); which I am sure everyone who was the part of it is still reeling under the effect….<br />When this whole thing was shaping up, I wrote about it in mail,which I am glad I did.. coz I don't ever wanna forget that experience;it said-<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">I am not sure why I am writing this mail... but, I guess its becoz of our current fetish of conveying everything through mail….. that has caught onto us with this whole thing (Peter Sir/ St Peters/ Spandan/ Youth Summit/ Unknown people/ new Acquaintances…… etc etc) surmounting the whole of "ABEL Foundation"…….</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Each day opening up mail box filled with 8-12 frantic mails ( asking/ suggesting/explaining/requesting/ enquiring/introducing …etc etc..).</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">And with us figuring it all out ( wats new on agenda?/ who is this person now?/ is this link anything related/ do we have to reply to this one/Is it meant for us/ shud we write to them…. Blah blah) in middle of night talking in conferences( which we cant get enough of….:))</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Beeping each other for scheduling the meets, beeping just to ask wassup, beeping to ask come in conference, beeping to ask.. u slept early kya, who will talk in conference?.... </span></em><br /><em></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Googling whole day on things we could do/ how to register an ngo/ how to write funding proposal/ how, what why, when…. And on and on and on…. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Yet with each passing day, conversing/ arguing/ complimenting/.criticizing/motivating and contemplating over wats more to do/ wats left undone/ wats finished/ and wats yet to be started……. we begin somewhere somehow…. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Some ideas brainstorming us, some lull moments, some days of tiredness, and some bouts of enthusiasm, some of utter uselessness…. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Yet through all this chaos….. mind-boggling and sometimes mind-numbing, we still yearn to- beep everyone, check mails ( on all possible ids), answer each one of them, </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Google search again, check links again, read , re-read re-re-re-read mails again…. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Each day every time.. I am still not sure why I m sending this, maybe little push to ourselves… in pulling "It" all up…..</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"> It*- Refers to lot of things I m sure that need not need an explanation……</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:georgia;"> I am not sure how "It" all started but I m glad that I am a part of "It", life couldn't have bin better without "It"………</span></em><br /><br /><br />With lot of apprehension and little glimmering hope, we tried to organize something for the Youth Summit; little did we know the consequences of it… ….Teary eyes, sheer attachment, strong emotions, elevated spirits, raised hopes, bountiful of knowledge, bundles of courage, loads of dear friends and a "will"- A will to do something, to be something.<br /><br />We all came out from nowhere but came to somewhere…. Out from nothing to something… We learnt, we enjoyed, and we shared.<br /><br />I remember the first thing I did going back was logging to every damn account I have, trying to reach out to everyone…<br /><br />Coming to write about the "It" – factor, it has broader meaning for me now… deeper effect on me.... and it encompasses of lot more things… now<br /><br />I so badly want pensieve to exist (it would have allowed me to fully immerse myself in the memories stored within it and it would have also relieved my mind which is now cluttered with lot of information…with lot of memories… with lot of emotions).<br /><br />Well I have herd people saying "Well that was the… turning point of my life" I am not sure if this is mine.<br />But, I hope it's not an illusion, not like a mere dream for an insomniac.<br />I would have never imagined myself being here, doing all these things I think I am getting addicted to these people….<br />I am getting addicted to all the things that I think I have been running away from all this while....<br /><br />Of all the things in my life,that may come and go... I want this to stay forever..endlesslyPRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-55733870018802065692008-11-09T11:12:00.000-08:002008-12-16T22:07:40.546-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Out of the blue.......<br /></span><br /><br />Its getting interestingly funnier these days....</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I dream a different dream each day(night!!), but with same "elements" that are a part of my life now… </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">My mind is filled with sweet memories of the same.. but my mind also tells me to let go of them… I have opened my study books ….. </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">But my mind wanders of to different places.. to different memories!! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Interestingly while writing this and studying at same time I am solving a problem in English grammar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">It says.. solve grammatical error: the line reads.. “Many psychologists today suggest (a)/that we interpret dreams by comparing (b)/the dreams with (c)/the reality of each person’s (d)/Life” .</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Out of 300 pages in my study book, I stumble upon this one precisely.. at this moment. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Untill now I have never witnessed anything that has had an impact on me. It’s difficult to digest the thought, pleasant but difficult.... </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I have never seen myself so vulnerable.</span></span>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-44078213402475812662008-11-09T05:17:00.000-08:002008-11-10T09:28:50.825-08:00<span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Lucky Serendipitous</span> .......<br /></span><br /><br />The Duke’s Nose trek is so famous that there are 700 people from a local trekking organization on an odd weekend to experience its beauty. That’s what lured me to check this place out….<br /><br />It being a local trekker’s paradise we decide to try it out with some friends. Well this time we took to all by ourselves, having been experienced trekkers ( yea experience level being 1- Himalayan and 2-3 local treks).<br />After 6 out of 12 friends ditching us the day of trek, we were even more charged to continue with trek, come what may….<br />[I guess people are more enthu to take scenic pictures of locale to shove it off their (ditched) friends face…. :)]<br /><br />We began our journey to khandala, the “we” and “us” included 2 experienced trekker gals and 4 zero experience trekker guys (most unnatural).<br /><br />Well the journey was of 2hrs, most of which was spend playing dumb charades and acquainting new people.<br />[Read as- guys befriending other gals in compartment, even convincing them to join us in the game, but thank god for dumb charades, whoever invented it, anything for keeping mouth shut].<br />Time passed and we arrived at khandala station. But to my surprise the place is deserted big-time, not single chaiwalla, no stall, nor any people at 10 in morning… weird!!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgB6uVuPRJV9C4AcDpkUPu7MEVR9k9fNoL-PQnJCF-Glm0mY34SoVuDXImwqGuyE-TuYQQQJNu_k-c04kwQl06QcGjDeVCfXWpIL4OcUm-N-0wsGGvJ8tjABigUetkqrK6ZtpG/s1600-h/06-07-08_1807.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266655799715475282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgB6uVuPRJV9C4AcDpkUPu7MEVR9k9fNoL-PQnJCF-Glm0mY34SoVuDXImwqGuyE-TuYQQQJNu_k-c04kwQl06QcGjDeVCfXWpIL4OcUm-N-0wsGGvJ8tjABigUetkqrK6ZtpG/s320/06-07-08_1807.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Our route was very simple start walking the moment you get down from train.. yea… stick to the tracks,the very peculiar deserted, an old 1857 railway track.<br /><br />All we had hoped on this trek was rain and mayynnn… we were blessed with not just that but with mist too…..<br />[A perfect start, a perfect weather, a perfect route, what more could we have asked for… yeah, what more could we have possibly asked for….]<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrvF6H0LeIzMOMUFOrKyk02cotEOErk8WxwMDKMSk9JzRyGAzDKeTdk4GAoigr-C4ziLxT0wqkzb3_Ag4fWEWRkeGwoLf8w-S2vvKFLckTPOtDwzDpxovCQj1ZXsf4vEKLFAk/s1600-h/06-07-08_0953.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266653169963697074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrrvF6H0LeIzMOMUFOrKyk02cotEOErk8WxwMDKMSk9JzRyGAzDKeTdk4GAoigr-C4ziLxT0wqkzb3_Ag4fWEWRkeGwoLf8w-S2vvKFLckTPOtDwzDpxovCQj1ZXsf4vEKLFAk/s320/06-07-08_0953.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We all walked the obvious route; track changing from “tar” to “mud” and when you reach a mucky path you know that’s the way to destiny…ooops destination….<br /><br />Exploring the wilderness and sauntering in canopied route, the walk was fun…<br />The fun part was that there were foot marks on the path confirming we were on right path and we were happy about the fact there weren't 700 people trekking the same path but little a weary of the fact that we were the only one's walking….<br /><br />But our assumption was soon falsified since we met up with group of trekker boyzz[ who had lost their way and seemed to be happy to have met us on our way].<br /><br /><br />Well we did know the route… which we eventually lost it……<br /><br /><br />I do not wish to elaborate the fact of getting lost… coz we enjoyed that fact*… lets just say we followed our instincts that day…<br />But,we could see the dukes nose gleaming across the mountain from where we were.. a small "waterfall" separated our destination, we followed that path…<br />(second most unnatural thing). <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEWscSc7soghADotuPPg-X-qGgNjRPq4cEzBRc839lgnbLPaOGlqetLBTFgJNzy9dx22EOo0awV-M7kSYsScD6bf33XfQPgUU92yiYoaL_t1wi-lCNSjECmMbOnIpMfvVkcHV/s1600-h/06-07-08_1059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266671399081578434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEWscSc7soghADotuPPg-X-qGgNjRPq4cEzBRc839lgnbLPaOGlqetLBTFgJNzy9dx22EOo0awV-M7kSYsScD6bf33XfQPgUU92yiYoaL_t1wi-lCNSjECmMbOnIpMfvVkcHV/s320/06-07-08_1059.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Somehow slipping, flipping, falling we managed to get on other side of waterfall, though we thoroughly enjoyed it.<br /><br />The route that followed was undoubtable and we wanted to reach the top somehow… any how…<br /><br />The somehow included clinging to bark of trees and stems of bamboo, 6 people climbing up path only meant for single person. The any how included clinging to barks of trees with thorns!!! And deep valleys on either sides of us…<br />Having finally reached the top, we realized that we actually ended some place else other than our intention.<br /><br />Serendipity or what!!!!!<br /><br />Well we didn't miss out on what we had come here for "Dukes nose" was just behind us, its nose gleaming with mist and rain <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTD1O_PlHS2imALbgVgDQQTPlgEPwxirstQJT-JvTrcmFQhAjB79aBo8s8y3ZSQumNrl7y4e9K3sE9w5fFebYApeOsxWaFCJfpi9mEj1f4-lhzcfuIvh0H_8LytwLfp3Gp6m9/s1600-h/06-07-08_1315.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266670390702289602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTD1O_PlHS2imALbgVgDQQTPlgEPwxirstQJT-JvTrcmFQhAjB79aBo8s8y3ZSQumNrl7y4e9K3sE9w5fFebYApeOsxWaFCJfpi9mEj1f4-lhzcfuIvh0H_8LytwLfp3Gp6m9/s320/06-07-08_1315.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />But after doing all this, one is truly physically on the top of the world; on the edge of cliff…We truly were….<br />The cliff was barely something that could accommodate six people. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirHLSfs9z1jo20VgiquT4L3OoZuBNpDZpFCpZCjVVnVlVlG6wkv6e0uoe4K0P31jsa9jZk0kr1oe5fDQ7Ku-ZJVF08HrVBljDDL3Yei0diXvwOXY7PU-L8NR_piGn2u0vYY9tZ/s1600-h/06-07-08_1246.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266652458022664562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirHLSfs9z1jo20VgiquT4L3OoZuBNpDZpFCpZCjVVnVlVlG6wkv6e0uoe4K0P31jsa9jZk0kr1oe5fDQ7Ku-ZJVF08HrVBljDDL3Yei0diXvwOXY7PU-L8NR_piGn2u0vYY9tZ/s320/06-07-08_1246.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well there were silly little added dramatic scenes to whole the experience.<br />With questions springing “what if we are stuck here and can’t manage to find our way back?” trust me we were in that situation, but my feeling was only euphoric….<br />“What do you wanna do if this was your last day on earth?” It was well answered by I wanna go back…<br /><br /><br />We decided to spent sometime on lonely cliff, just admiring the beauty of nature and were trying to sink in the feeling that it was totally worth it climbing up and the fact** that we could <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHBOJ25wcmL_Rw9leMGFrhLGACH9jmDyys8qEuQFKdEQgbcke4OKGNMbH2TtMdGIf491nzZqLBepf33SqgBn1HGcDqEEjB4byVYJ_s29lUwFMS03aAALleFrwZV_vU1WBdmGH/s1600-h/DUKES1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266668246110568738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZHBOJ25wcmL_Rw9leMGFrhLGACH9jmDyys8qEuQFKdEQgbcke4OKGNMbH2TtMdGIf491nzZqLBepf33SqgBn1HGcDqEEjB4byVYJ_s29lUwFMS03aAALleFrwZV_vU1WBdmGH/s320/DUKES1.jpg" border="0" /></a>probably be the only people to have treaded this cliff.<br /><br /><br />I would like to alter some famous lines of a poem by Robert frost…..<br />(Suits our scenario quite literally)<br /><br />Two roads diverged in wood,<br />And we followed our instincts.<br />Having lost our way,<br />Took the one less traveled by…..<br />And that really did make all the difference……………<br /><br />The mere thought of finding (neverland, not exactly but something similar..hee hee) is something I am going to reminisce for my life…<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">[*Route to the top is always by just climbing…</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">False- We climbed only to come down again on our way.. and lost it..</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">**Follow the foot marks, they lead the way</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">False- Again.. they are misleading so make your own ways, you might end up in discovering totally whole new place yea we did....]</span><br /><br />Mind numbingly adventurous, beautiful and unforgettable!!!!!!PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-59050867567056134082008-06-06T04:58:00.000-07:002008-07-12T08:00:24.146-07:00<span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99ff99;"></span><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#660000;">STARRY STARRY BLIND………………</span></strong><br /><br />Mumbai city was known, is known and will be known for its glitz & glam aka Bollywood……<br />Being born and brought up in city……I cease to understand the much hoopla about being “Celebrity“and the glam-sham industry…. It still fails to excite me, not that I am numb person……. I was never(and still not a) big “fan” of any celebrity, I never found the idea of taking humungous efforts standing patiently in queues amongst overwhelming maddening crowd , waiting to have just a glimpse or an autograph of their idol or whatever …..<br />How crazy can a person be to faint at site of seeing just another “human being”…. (You’ll come to know why I mentioned that word)……<br /><br />My first encounter with a celebrity was when I visited a sets of T.V show where I was part of an audience, it was hosted by Sonali bendre ( well she was big screen celeb who had shifted to small screen then)…When she entered the sets the crowd went berserk shouting and screaming her name aloud (duhhhh!!!!!)<br />But my reaction was “eh!!!!!! She is just another human being”……… that was it… my ultimate expression… I remember vividly…..<br />Coming to think of it now I understand why I reacted that way… I guess (no it’s a fact actually) that celebrities have been treated as maybe some extraordinary, supernatural beings (aliens sounds much better or species of different kind perhaps).. Whom everyone wants have a look at….. (What for? To understand how different they are from other human beings…….)<br />P.S- All the celebrities should thank Edison for getting such adoration...….<br />My another, tryst with a celebrity happened when Priyanka chopra was our” Star Guest” for my college fest. Since I was in organizing committee, I was given the duty of video recording for the evening (the video of which was meant only for organizers to view….lolz)<br />That night I was not only able to capture a true glimpse of movie star but also of overzealous, infectious crowd (the audience) swarming to……….<br />(I am really confused to “have a look”, to “take an autograph” to “take a picture of her” to “touch her to find if she was ethereal”…….<br />My camera could capture all these moments…..<br />That was indeed some sight; I was bemused and awestruck at same time….<br />Well, all I do is grin each time I think of it, coz its one helluve world out there….. How much ever, be the fascination or magnetism of a celebrity or an emotion of star stuck person it failed me……<br />These few lines from a song’s aptly describe why I feel that way…<br /><br />Illusion and Dream<br /><br />Look in my eyes I'll make you see..<br />We're drifting aimlessly ....<br />Blind in a world of make believe………<br /><br />I've got no hand in matters worldly,<br />I hardly care at all .....<br />What's going on fails to concern me,<br />'Cause I'm locked behind my wall .....<br />But you know what drives me out<br />Out of my mind oh ……..<br /><br />It's whatever makes you see<br />Makes you believe.......<br />And forget about the premonition you need to conceive<br />The images they sell are Illusion and Dream<br />In other words dishonesty…….PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-70718067574779027352008-05-26T13:00:00.000-07:002008-07-14T09:15:49.102-07:00<p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"><strong>Not just another .........."TREK"</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"><strong>Rajmachi Trek</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Eventually being “tired” of getting “bored” all summer.. I decided to go on for local trek to Rajmachi- A place not many would have herd of, including me. So, I along with few friends of mine, contacted a local organization through which we could go (well, parents never allow you to go alone)…….. Solely depending on the info we got on the site, we group of 6 people set out to trek Rajmachi……<br />As decided we united with organization’s group (sum 50 trekkers…phew!!!!!) at Lonavla station (since we were from Mumbai and group from Pune)……<br />Coming back to the info that I got on website, the trek included a spectacular moonlight walk of 18 kms (I always wanted to go on night trek. Nah...( “Moonlight trek” it sounds more delightful), and a climb of two forts Manaranjan & Shrivardhan Gad. Well the details were accurate, but prospects seemed discerning, for what was to follow…………. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40ZWAxfANJw9W8krTA4I2N4TfhlvUFUfwEoLqIAbGgh6ZBR8Y9isJTukhMtIXK66VIkR2Hbq_N8s3TBqWQelAhYTDNOcqCzuFhszYb1EnmP7PuA6D3Dqg02fLPe0hRbRSTlBK/s1600-h/27-04-08_0856.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204789804177991474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj40ZWAxfANJw9W8krTA4I2N4TfhlvUFUfwEoLqIAbGgh6ZBR8Y9isJTukhMtIXK66VIkR2Hbq_N8s3TBqWQelAhYTDNOcqCzuFhszYb1EnmP7PuA6D3Dqg02fLPe0hRbRSTlBK/s320/27-04-08_0856.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We began our walk around 6 pm on normal tar road at first… just as sun began to set…… Time passed by chitchatting and walking at same time (there’s nothing funny bout that as of now…). We moved towards the actual terrain around 7 when it was pretty dark, so far it seemed exciting. Most of people were out with there torches, but I’d still wanted to rely on moonlight……. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgetRBByYFRMUoikXZg0k3pzVyrFo9PUL4F4xeSmPGPxjHE3t1ubsdvOzET8j2OSXtOO1rNKw_Lq_zxOmxvTq9ExJLc3LpTpbK7iZe2pOpSts3ua-sTk3OwG6XaZqAmAhyphenhyphenxUgo/s1600-h/26-04-08_1842.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204787781248394994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgetRBByYFRMUoikXZg0k3pzVyrFo9PUL4F4xeSmPGPxjHE3t1ubsdvOzET8j2OSXtOO1rNKw_Lq_zxOmxvTq9ExJLc3LpTpbK7iZe2pOpSts3ua-sTk3OwG6XaZqAmAhyphenhyphenxUgo/s320/26-04-08_1842.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />(What’s the fun otherwise and also the fact that I wasn’t carrying a torch )…<br />Having the experience of walking in Himalayas, were one walks around 15-20 kms everyday…. I thought a 10 kms walk would be piece of pizza (why does it always has to be a cake !!!!!!!!)<br />Assuming 10 kms coz, I thought 18 kms included the walk on forts; well this was the discerning fact……<br />It must have been around 9 pm and still the destination seemed to be distant (all those who asked, where it was, leaders pointed at nearest mountain)… Getting a clue from that, I embraced the fact that it was still far away, and treading through narrow paths, the moonlight wasn’t helping, so sustaining on light of other people torches, I followed the path………………….<br />The tiredness was apparent on everyone’s face but the night veiled it well….<br />At some point of time, it felt as if our feet walked, not us…….<br /><br />Stumbling, Tripping, Hitting, Trembling<br />On every stone and rock on our way,<br />Exhausting, Challenging, Wearing, Tiring,<br />Grueling, Draining, Panting,<br />Experience we had trekking the path…….<br />Rewarding, Pleasing, Humbling, Overwhelming,<br />Gratifying it felt, when we finally reached our destination…………<br />There was actually a cry of relief “Hey we can see a house here!!!!!!! " , something of that sort was it………….. I think I know now what would a traveler feel when he finds pond of water in desert after coming across many oases on the way…….<br />All just dropped down where they were standing and… guzzled down water and gulped down the food…. and even after that enduring walk.. People still were interested in camp-fire…more than that in singing… <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFnX6y-Mvd_ziHZWtyxWnJpQtF194_0SxTZdcSR0zbWMfUJhJKhfjhmXlIU3GNRBh_9Xs5YDqGTxbLWbGL3Y59K2_S9pX0ILhDifJtY9lKn04F8k8sQ-MePC5TZUMd2DWV-2b/s1600-h/26-04-08_2350.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204788464148195074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" height="268" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFnX6y-Mvd_ziHZWtyxWnJpQtF194_0SxTZdcSR0zbWMfUJhJKhfjhmXlIU3GNRBh_9Xs5YDqGTxbLWbGL3Y59K2_S9pX0ILhDifJtY9lKn04F8k8sQ-MePC5TZUMd2DWV-2b/s320/26-04-08_2350.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a><br />What seemed to be a fun thing to do, turn out to be little more than that…. However the feeling of euphoria was soon overtaken with apprehension because we had to return back by the same route the very next day & that too in scorching heat…….<br />Wondering if I ever had more peaceful sleep than that, I woke at crack of dawn…. All set to trek the forts Manaranjan and Shrivardhan…… </p><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoytk_fWveiQCnIY1VQjZaMWxtR3ADU5zDMfaU6SnUGuCKrbvbCbMIftV1oNQU28y9PqNGYt1SCZKjKEYEnEi2fxNZnGTNPIdvzxIrciZXFtA239d7hBPSZYpyQ3jzHQ3uXQJt/s1600-h/27-04-08_0938.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204789799883024162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoytk_fWveiQCnIY1VQjZaMWxtR3ADU5zDMfaU6SnUGuCKrbvbCbMIftV1oNQU28y9PqNGYt1SCZKjKEYEnEi2fxNZnGTNPIdvzxIrciZXFtA239d7hBPSZYpyQ3jzHQ3uXQJt/s320/27-04-08_0938.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>The only thing that drives you to climb a fort (the altitude) is the view from the top and to sit on the edge of the fortified wall (mesmerizing!!!!!!)… Although the climb of forts wasn’t that painstaking, but sun was sweltering…..</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p>Returning back to our base camp, we devoured on local food of bhakri and chutney a little hastily, coz we had to trek back to lonavla station, if we had to make it to Mumbai that same day….<br />But we couldn’t leave before having look at nearby reservoir which was our and ofcourse the whole village’s only source of water…… <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7nULoqVU0WJvENSuOZjtIZ2qP6TpNY9YtZoIANEgsrYk3TnwyEeDKtAVDkgq3m9iHMSP4cWDvWPv6kawSD88Ye7J2p95SG1BgjxiCgPt8BxKdJ8mwWzt3YjIfwnQ5Lym_iEx/s1600-h/27-04-08_1114.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204785277282461394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7nULoqVU0WJvENSuOZjtIZ2qP6TpNY9YtZoIANEgsrYk3TnwyEeDKtAVDkgq3m9iHMSP4cWDvWPv6kawSD88Ye7J2p95SG1BgjxiCgPt8BxKdJ8mwWzt3YjIfwnQ5Lym_iEx/s320/27-04-08_1114.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />On our way there, I couldn’t help but notice huge solar panels, since it was dark when we came in here, I didn’t realize the village did not have electricity supply…… ( and we thought solar panels were high end)......<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2Oj1ZKX2By422Impq90wsLbDIH-TqpNdPqaAQWecbbkaL158KpSyv9xM-nIHuZvv9hEXPR_iz2v-9mmy-kvJQMD8tVUmh8BaXMxlWIP-p0fkuSm43Ag14Q1TV5_oiTt3Nm0R/s1600-h/27-04-08_1106.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204784551432988354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD2Oj1ZKX2By422Impq90wsLbDIH-TqpNdPqaAQWecbbkaL158KpSyv9xM-nIHuZvv9hEXPR_iz2v-9mmy-kvJQMD8tVUmh8BaXMxlWIP-p0fkuSm43Ag14Q1TV5_oiTt3Nm0R/s320/27-04-08_1106.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Calculating, the time we took to reach here and making few alterations like adding some physical factors the “SUN” duuhh !!!!!!!, we estimated around 4 & ½ hours to get back…. [Before reading, recollect soundtrack of the Good, the Bad and the Ugly]…… Loading 3 bottles of water each, glares on our eyes, cap on our head, fully equipped with paraphernalia to beat the sun, (damn we missed sunblock….), we set out to trudge again…………………..<br /></p><p>THE TRAIL..........<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Treading on the barren land,<br />Retaining all the water in hand,<br />We walked again in the sunshine…..<br />With our mouth shut this time<br />(For we didn’t wish to taste soil again)<br />Sight only on path ahead of mine.<br />Walked again in the sunshine…..<br />Resting underneath the shade of tree<br />Awhile, to gather our might as we,<br />Still had long way to go, it seemed to be,<br />Winding lanes and meandering tracks,<br />Quenching thirst and gasping for breath<br />We walked again in the sunshine ………<br />In pursuit to cease, what we began with,<br />An unforgettable journey…..<br />For us, to reminisce it………. </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>[</em>Its still hard for me to believe that i wrote it poetically<em>]<br /></em></span><br />The route way back no doubt, was an ultimate endurance test, completed by running half a mile on train platform to catch my only transport to way back home…….<br />The prospect of trekking in such an elusive environment, actually brings out best in you. The city’s lax-luxurious life (though not much in Mumbai), takes a backseat and you are smacked down to ground reality that………….<br />“Feet are your only means of transportation and Will-power your only survival tool”.<br />I have believed every experience good or bad, teaches something, well this sure hell taught me something…………….<br /><br /><br />[Yeah, never go trekking in summer……… he he !!!!!!!]<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-38570683323312979532008-02-07T03:56:00.000-08:002008-07-12T07:56:13.395-07:00<strong><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;">Unanswered Questions</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">What is God? Why do we go to temple? Why do we have to pray? Does God also listen to people who dont believe in same God?........... These questions would one seek to hear from kids and ya, they probably remind us of some of our own, yet unanswered childhood questions, which then were answered to by our (parents or perhaps grandparents) saying " Because God will bless you" or perhaps more cliche`one's " You will understand when you get older, right now just do as we say"....... And when we were as old enough to understand them, we failed to ask these questions again feeling embarrased that we may sound kiddish............. In the end we still remain clueless..........<br />But I came across these questions again while i was reading Paulo Coelho's "Like Flowing River" . So, I decided( well i never do what i decide) so, I wished to put an end to these questions myself ( ya rite, i couldnt have asked it to anyone else either) So,.......................</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />I first reasoned myself, what do i pray for when i go to temple,..........hmmmmmm aaahhhhhh, my mind doesnt give me an answer to that question....... because most of people vist it, to ask for something, to fufill a wish perhaps( which i dont like doing).Whenevr i have questioned this morality i, have always been frowned upon......So, I let it go......<br />Its not that i am an athiest, i do believe in Providence( its silly, actually the reason why i believe, you dont wanna know)..... But i still dont think the act of faith is something that should be forced upon........ ( each one to its own).........<br />Having said that,when I reasoned all those questions... and funny thing was I was able to draw few conclusions myself....<br />But before I do that here's a poem.. which i came across and that probably made me explain things to myself in better way, its an amazing poem.....</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">LETTERS FROM GOD</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br />As you got up this morning,<br />I watched you,<br />and hope you would talk to me,<br />even if just few words,asking my<br />opinion or thanking me<br />for something good that happened<br />in your life yesterday.<br />But you were too busy trying to find<br />the right outfit to wear.<br /><br />When you ran around the house<br />getting ready,<br />i knew there would be a few<br />minutes for you to stop and<br />say hello,but you were too busy<br />to do so..........<br />At one point for 15 minutes<br />you had nothing to do ....<br />you ran to the friend to get<br />the latest gossip.....<br /><br />I noticed that before lunch<br />you looked around<br />and I thought maybe you felt<br />embarresed to talk to me,<br />that is why u didnt bow down your head .........<br />You glanced two or four tables<br />over and you noticed<br />some of your friends talking to be to me briefly<br />before they ate but you didnt.<br />But there is still more time left<br />and i hope you will<br />talk to me yet.<br /><br />You went home and after few<br />chores you turned on<br />television set. I waited patiently<br />again as you watched TV<br />and ate your meal but again<br />You didnt talk to me........<br />Bedtime i guess you felt<br />too tired, after you said<br />goodnight to your family<br />You got into bed and<br />promptly fell asleep...............<br />You know i've got patience,<br />more than you will ever know.<br />I love you so much that I,<br />wait everyday for a nod,<br />prayer or thought,<br />It is hard to have a one-sided<br />conversation...... ..<br /><br />Well, you are getting up once<br />again.and once again<br />I will have nothing but love for you.<br />Hoping that today you will<br />give me sometime.<br />Have a Nice Day!!!!<br /><br /><br />The following are the amazingly silly conclusions which i drew upon......... [ The silly part is, sometimes you draw conclusions as if you were a kid, but the amazing part is even if you are mature enough you want to believe in those......]<br /><br />1) What is God---- God is a friend like rest of my friends, only thing that differs is, i cant see Him, But I guess He can see me......<br />2) What does God mean----- Hmmm, difficult question to ask, I guess "God" is name of that friend,whom nobody can see, but since He is friends with evryone, and there is only one such person whom we cant see yet believe He exists, hence a common name "GOD".[ and also perhaps if He were given many names He probably be confused himself, as to what His actual name is.......]<br />3) Why do we go to temple--- Hmmmm, cause we beleive that this friend of ours lives there, and like we visit our other friends house once in while, we go to temple to vist this friend too.<br />4)Why do we pray--- Its actualy not that way, we dont pray, we just ask this friend of ours, to do us favour once in a while... like we ask our other friends....<br /><br />So, concluding the conclusion itself......Henceforth,once in while i wouldnt hesitate asking Him<br />" Hey dude wassup? "<br />[ I hope God wouldnt mind me calling Him a dude].......................PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23971398.post-15075137317304210652008-01-11T00:34:00.001-08:002008-07-12T08:04:08.792-07:00<span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663333;">Prologue</span> </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#000000;">Well, as i am writing this, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">actually</span> unaware about the purpose of doing so.....</span> But then on second thought you never really do something without knowing it...... do you...... Perhaps you might not reason it well, but at back of your mind something tells you to do just that......<br />Its been long time,since i created this blog just for heck of one..... though never really post anything<br />I never really felt the need for blogging also... I mean I found the prospect of letting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">everyone</span> know about what you do, where you travel, what is your point of view etc..a little scary( ya scary!!!!!!) ........... but for now.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Hmmm</span>, well people change with time they say......But, even if I do write something who the heck is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">going</span> to read it... But then again, i <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">don't</span> give damn about that... Huh! well i am writing for myself........<br />I guess there are some things in life you wish to go all over again.. just rewind yourself to........ in past and reminisce it..... Well, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ofcource</span> there are photos, picture albums etc for that.... but i feel they are just not enough to remind you of "<em>Good <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ole</span> Times</em>"............<br />And then there are your thoughts, some views, opinions that you think no one would bother to listen,but you still wish they could be herd before they are washed down the memory lane...<br />Then there are your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">experiences</span>, day to day or travel..... Some things that make you think hard and even harder, yet not decipherable......Some things you wish to grab for, yet you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">don't</span> reach out to................<br />So, i guess this is what my blog is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">going</span> to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">after all</span>.... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">hmmmmmmm</span>!!!!!!!!!!<br />"OPEN SECRET" yeah, it is going to be just that......Not just the an oxymoron <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">after all</span>........... </span></div>PRACHI......http://www.blogger.com/profile/17879218027011102329noreply@blogger.com1