<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:12:06.390+05:30</updated><category term='thoughts present promise'/><category term='aarushi muma'/><category term='astitva'/><category term='nightmares dreams'/><category term='chillar party'/><category term='ghajini'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-2252151438411742291</id><published>2011-12-11T00:07:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-11T00:11:15.932+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aarushi muma'/><title type='text'>muma..mummma.......mummmmmmmmmma</title><content type='html'>Lovely Aarushi, who is 20months now, says one word "mumma" in many different ways.Sometimes I am "muma", sometimes i m "mummmmma" and sometimes i m "muuuuuuuuuuuuma",sometimes i m "moma" (when angry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love all of these words...all of these addressing to me are too lovely...sometimes i wish you should not grow up and be like this always. Your smile,your embrace,your hug,your "mumma",your "Jesheee",your "Jackkssh",your "aaaajtaak" everything is just too lovely and enough to make me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-2252151438411742291?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/2252151438411742291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=2252151438411742291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/2252151438411742291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/2252151438411742291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2011/12/mumamummmamummmmmmmmmma.html' title='muma..mummma.......mummmmmmmmmma'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-1735913042018078781</id><published>2011-11-26T14:37:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-26T14:45:03.568+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chillar party'/><title type='text'>Chillar Party -  a innocent movie</title><content type='html'>I watched &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Chillar Party"&lt;/span&gt; yesterday night.I must say a nice Hindi movie after a long time.As the name says its children's movie. Plot is simple -  group of  middle class family kids have their set of problems, adventures and then a boy who cleans cars come to stay in their colony. How their lives changes when they strongly feels about something AND the kids take action about that forms the story of this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the movie is opening where each character is introduced through their traits and "nicknames" are  given to each character. Another good part is when these privileged middle class family kids realize the importance of the love, affection and care provided by their parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is children's movie there are quiet number of moments which bring lump in your throat-specially when Fatka brings a birthday gift for his dog but can not find him anywhere. The way he goes mad that he is unable to find his dog , his cries are really touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of reasons why i liked the movie - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;it is children movie with children mind and heart in place. Children can connect to the story immediately. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;second &lt;/span&gt;is the characters/kids of the movie are very real - neither sugary sweet nor brooding with enmity types. They are normal kids with normal kid like feelings and aspirations. Sometimes i wonder that this new indian generation is going to ber very smart. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;third &lt;/span&gt;is the chemistry between the kids is too real. The dialogues are so very natural and good. Casting is too good. All the kids seem perfect in their part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a very well attempt in direction of children movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-1735913042018078781?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/1735913042018078781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=1735913042018078781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/1735913042018078781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/1735913042018078781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2011/11/chillar-party-innocent-movie.html' title='Chillar Party -  a innocent movie'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-5580291575214575188</id><published>2011-11-08T01:09:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-08T01:13:01.132+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts present promise'/><title type='text'>live fully now</title><content type='html'>we tend to postpone very simple and basic thing in life - living fully. Humans think we will live  when we finish this big project or when so and so thing will happen or some other target. We tell others that we will be more careful,more caring etc etc when we will have more time at hand.We promise ourselves and even pardon our self for not being as good as we expected us to be.Like we promise that we will begin exercising when we have more time in hand or when our kid grows a bit.No one wants to make massive changes to the way they think, feel and behave. Human beings love staying within the comfort zone. Many many years have passed and that "golden" time is yet to arrive when we can "live" and "be happy" ;-) &lt;br /&gt;Deep within us, each one of us knows that there will never be a better time to live our biggest life than now. And if not today, then when?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we should always strive for what we want while celebrating/adjusting with what we have currently. Be grateful to journey of life and do some things which we always wanted to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-5580291575214575188?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/5580291575214575188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=5580291575214575188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5580291575214575188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5580291575214575188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2011/11/live-fully-now.html' title='live fully now'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-4846422256179189558</id><published>2011-08-19T02:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-19T02:03:19.294+05:30</updated><title type='text'>after 2 years</title><content type='html'>Today while reading my own blog entries i have realized that i have come long way. When I left my home in July 2009 , there were lots of unknowns. I was bit happy and lot of worried for new life. Now 2 years have gone by. I was excited for new life in usa and at the same time worried for my professional life,my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two years have been mixed in terms of happiness and sorrows.We got &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AARUSHI &lt;/span&gt;who is our hope for future and is our life. Thats the highest part of these years.I am happy.I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish this blog with note that life is continuous struggle and we do get rewarded,though many factors affect this reward :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope n wish that every1 gets the rewards of the struggles which life is making them go through and make them happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-4846422256179189558?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/4846422256179189558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=4846422256179189558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/4846422256179189558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/4846422256179189558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2011/08/after-2-years.html' title='after 2 years'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-6595909508935881848</id><published>2010-01-22T04:09:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:17:27.981+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kalyug Movie</title><content type='html'>I watched "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kalyug&lt;/span&gt;", produced by Shashi Kapoor and directed by Shyam Benegal, today. It is modernization of epic &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mahabharat&lt;/span&gt;. The whole story is set in contemporary setup with warring business families. It shows that humans are still repeating the same mistakes results of which are told in epic.Thousands of years have passed but humans could not grow above those mistakes and still tread the path of destruction. We all are filled with jealousy and maddening ambition which takes control of us and leads us to wrong path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic premise of the movie is two warring business families (who are related by blood). The relations take nasty turn after some tender-failure which makes it male-movie but the writers of the movie made sure that woman characters are also given importance and it comes across verr well. Though woman are not in the line of the main story but can not be ignored.They are not eye candy but all their gestures say a lot about the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was intrigued by Rekha's character,named Supriya, her will to control decisions of people around her ,and her fighting spirit. She is as mystic as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Draupadi&lt;/span&gt;'s character of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mahabharat&lt;/span&gt;. I found Supriya Pathak's character interesting,she is called Subhadra. She is shown to be very naive to handle her husband in times of his failure. There are enough hints in the movie which shows that Supriya likes her brother-in-law,Anant Nag(named Bharat), but all the hints are very subtle. Rekha asks him to remove his moustaches in middle of some discussion and he simply laughs over that idea. But he is shown without moustaches in remaining part of the movie. Rekha does not have much relation with her husband who is very calm and quiet. Towards the end, she turns to Bharat for all the help instead of her husband. Also,when Bharat is totally devasted by the turn of the events and his wife ,Subhadra,is unable to console him, Supriya enters the room and decides to take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supriya,played by Rekha and Dharam,played by Raj Babbar, looks perfect couple to outside world ,both look too mature and composed. But they have little in common. Rekha is totally into worldly affairs and always wants to be in winning side. Her husband looks at life more spiritually and philosophically. What a irony !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All in all,well made movie. It proves "being inspired" can be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-6595909508935881848?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/6595909508935881848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=6595909508935881848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6595909508935881848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6595909508935881848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2010/01/kalyug-movie.html' title='Kalyug Movie'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-3720645742275579591</id><published>2010-01-13T06:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-13T06:37:17.934+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I met a hermit on the run</title><content type='html'>Read the article ,its too inspiring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dnaindia.com/speakup/report_i-mehttp://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7976848507131594111t-a-hermit-on-the-run_1008465&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-3720645742275579591?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/3720645742275579591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=3720645742275579591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3720645742275579591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3720645742275579591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-met-hermit-on-run.html' title='I met a hermit on the run'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-7116879723953907880</id><published>2009-12-11T04:10:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-12T05:12:55.612+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Land of dreams,deals and potlucks!!</title><content type='html'>Its been 5 months that I came to&lt;strong&gt; "land of dreams,deals and potlucks"&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows US of A is dream land but my dreams are still waiting to be fulfilled. Everyone knows US of A is deal land because for every deal you finalize,there is another better deal just around the corner.Every indian knows US of A is land of potlucks-prepare food ,get together,eat food and play games.Sounds interesting...But am i liking it ? Yes and No both for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes &lt;/strong&gt;, because it is fun place and it looks like living a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes &lt;/strong&gt;, because hubby says that learning and exposure at office is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No &lt;/strong&gt;, because things seems very frivolous many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No &lt;/strong&gt;, because of very few job opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No &lt;/strong&gt;, because I do not like sitting at home whole day and staring at walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No &lt;/strong&gt;, because of its extreme cold weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No &lt;/strong&gt;, because this place demands lots of self motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No &lt;/strong&gt;, because sometimes i feel outsider &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still struggling to find out whether it is worth living here or going back to homeland !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-7116879723953907880?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/7116879723953907880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=7116879723953907880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/7116879723953907880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/7116879723953907880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2009/12/lang-of-dreamsdeals-and-potlucks.html' title='Land of dreams,deals and potlucks!!'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-4947111626930710232</id><published>2009-12-02T03:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:33:28.594+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Woods !!</title><content type='html'>Excerpt from "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" written by Robert Frost :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The woods are lovely, dark and deep.&lt;br /&gt;But I have promises to keep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;And miles to go before I sleep. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-4947111626930710232?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/4947111626930710232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=4947111626930710232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/4947111626930710232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/4947111626930710232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2009/12/lovely-woods.html' title='Lovely Woods !!'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-5931408652359672816</id><published>2009-08-29T05:06:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T05:25:47.730+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares dreams'/><title type='text'>nightmares and dreams</title><content type='html'>How a person is supposed to react when he realizes that all his worst nightmares but very few of dreams have always come true.Life is preparing him for always the next battle...Should he feel happy to be chosen one OR go depressed..&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how he feels,he definitely has no choice since his fate is sealed. But he is at positive side since he knows that he has battles to be fought and won all through his life so he can not rest or take things for granted..So he must not be depressed..But can he be happy ?? Not sure about this though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we compare ourselves with others ?? i think we should never because each one has own destiny and own calamities and happiness.Everyone of us is so different yet so same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i wonder that we lose a lot as we grow up in life though we might grow materialistcally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these thoughts are weird and were disturbing me since last few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-5931408652359672816?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/5931408652359672816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=5931408652359672816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5931408652359672816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5931408652359672816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2009/08/worst-nightmares-and-dreams.html' title='nightmares and dreams'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-6691849139897889031</id><published>2009-08-25T01:06:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-29T05:22:56.558+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astitva'/><title type='text'>astitva !!</title><content type='html'>This post comes from Redmond,my current location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days back, I happen to watch a movie &lt;strong&gt;"Astitva".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   "Astitiva" is the story of Aditi (Tabu), a housewife and a mother to grown-up Son. &lt;br /&gt;She is married to self-centered business man Shrikant Pandit(Sachin Khandekar) for almost 3 decades now.Her life revolves around making meals,reading newspaper, doing normal domestic chores with no other interest in the outer world and she is happy this way.&lt;br /&gt;    Well, the movie starts when Aditi receives a huge will from her Music Guru ,Malhar Kamat,with whom she did not have contact for more than two decades. Her husband ,who is in habit of writing dairy,gets curious and does investigation by reading his dairies.He has questions that concerns Tabu's fidelity and he rightly confronts her. She honestly tells him the truth and reasons of infidelity.He could not understand her at all and insults her in front of his friends. So far so good.&lt;br /&gt;A man has spend more than 25 years of his life with woman and the way he disgraces her is totally unfair.He could never ever understand his own wife and her viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Aditi explains that starts of the marriage was shaky for both of them with Shri being busy in his work always and on his tours most of the times. She was at home alone and feeling lonely. She asks him if they could get child Or may be she could work to pass her time. He overrules both of the options and throws an option of learning music. Tabu makes relationship with his music teacher who had sensed her lonilness.She begets son from him. Now,he is died after naming her as heir. Still ,Shrikant fails to understand the situation and worried for reaction of whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked end of the movie where Aditi answers all the questions of Shrikant , it is totally brillant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it some time for good quality and no-nonsense movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-6691849139897889031?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/6691849139897889031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=6691849139897889031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6691849139897889031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6691849139897889031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2009/08/astitva.html' title='astitva !!'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-3546051343115901506</id><published>2009-08-05T04:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-05T05:02:26.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'>in redmond,seattle</title><content type='html'>writing this post from archstone redmond hill,redmond near seattle. &lt;br /&gt;My husband wanted to make this part of the world our home for few years and here we are. We put our hyderabad apartment on rent,i left my job,sold our car and many such stuff to make a new life together in Redmond. I was filled with lots of fears and some happiness at that time also and now it has not subsided. Still trying to figure out the future course of action as in things to do to keep me busy throughout the day before my work permit comes !! alien feeling is not leaving me.&lt;br /&gt;Its been only one week that i came here but it feels eternal. Already thinking of back trip :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-3546051343115901506?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/3546051343115901506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=3546051343115901506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3546051343115901506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3546051343115901506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-redmondseattle.html' title='in redmond,seattle'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-7653028427176056314</id><published>2009-06-30T11:32:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-30T11:47:53.268+05:30</updated><title type='text'>last working day</title><content type='html'>Today is my&lt;em&gt; last working day in india&lt;/em&gt;.We are shifting to USA in July 2009...overwhelmed with lots of mixed emotions- some unknown fear,happiness,excitement,scared..also feeling pressurised..need to start my life (professional) and set up home in new place. Setting up a new home is something i like so that i do not repeat previous mistakes. :-) So that part involves lots of excitement along with work. Looking for new job is making me feel pressurised and i m postponing this thought till i reach new place. But setting up new home also involves leaving previous home in which i had put in work . Getting a new job also involves leaving previous one and parting with friendships made. But i firmly believe that something good must be in store for me and want to tread this path also.&lt;br /&gt;Let me wish myself good luck and happiness in this move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end it with Gulzar song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ek Raah Rukh Gayi Tho Aur Judh Gayi&lt;br /&gt;Main Mura Tho Saath Saath Raha Murgayi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-7653028427176056314?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/7653028427176056314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=7653028427176056314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/7653028427176056314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/7653028427176056314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-working-day.html' title='last working day'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-5992134530244701260</id><published>2009-02-04T10:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-04T10:17:29.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Galti sab se hoti hai...</title><content type='html'>Even Google Search Engine can failure even for few minutes...Read this link for full story..&lt;br /&gt;If you did a Google search between 6:30 a.m. PST and 7:25 a.m. PST on 31-Jan-2009, you likely saw that the message "This site may harm your computer" accompanied each and every search result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-site-may-harm-your-computer-on.html"&gt;http://googleblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-site-may-harm-your-computer-on.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People who fail/fall seldom are noticed more when they fail/fall...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-5992134530244701260?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/5992134530244701260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=5992134530244701260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5992134530244701260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5992134530244701260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2009/02/galti-sab-se-hoti-hai.html' title='Galti sab se hoti hai...'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-3360256390025310359</id><published>2009-01-05T11:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:53:35.463+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghajini'/><title type='text'>Ghajini-first movie in 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday,i went to see "Ghajini" with my husband and few friends. Already heard that it is loosely based on "momento" and made on theme "short term memory loss". Aamir has acted too well and i liked his performance more than "tara zameen par". I do not want to write a review of this movie but thought which hit me while &amp;amp; after watching this movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;1.How small incidents change the course of life for people. Kalpana's chance meeting of the small girl (which was being taken to goa) changed life of Sanjay. Sanjay suffered a fatal blow on his head trying to save Kalpana. Is real life also full of such anomalies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;2.Another thought which crossed and empowered my mind is "will" power is supreme of all the disorders and problems which life tosses at us.Sanjay could have got Ghajini killed easily with all the money and affulence and power which he had but he did not. He overcame his inability to fight his own battle. I like to watch people rising above the problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have made a resolution of writing a post on all the movies which i will watch in 2009 (in cinema halls:-)).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-3360256390025310359?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/3360256390025310359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=3360256390025310359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3360256390025310359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3360256390025310359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2009/01/ghajini-first-movie-in-2009.html' title='Ghajini-first movie in 2009'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-2404759647599705386</id><published>2008-06-26T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:04:19.531+05:30</updated><title type='text'>softicians</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My thinking train started after reading following article on web:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outlookbusiness.com/print.aspx?articleid=1530&amp;amp;editionid=40&amp;amp;catgid=13&amp;amp;subcatgid=370"&gt;http://www.outlookbusiness.com/print.aspx?articleid=1530&amp;amp;editionid=40&amp;amp;catgid=13&amp;amp;subcatgid=370&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My thoughts are that S/W industry will always remain in india and the equilibrium/saturation will be achieved sooner or later - It is still very young in india. So lets not spend too much time &amp;amp; effort into distinguishing between s/w engineers &amp;amp; softicians. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-2404759647599705386?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/2404759647599705386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=2404759647599705386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/2404759647599705386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/2404759647599705386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2008/06/softicians.html' title='softicians'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-3181134143939559617</id><published>2008-03-28T14:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:47:12.638+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ungrateful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she's blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He's always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend. One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she can see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend is blind too, and refused to marry him. Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying. "Just take care of my eyes dear..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how human brain changes when the status changed when situation changes... Only few remember what life was before, and who's always been there even in the most painful situations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-3181134143939559617?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/3181134143939559617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=3181134143939559617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3181134143939559617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3181134143939559617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2008/03/ungrateful.html' title='ungrateful'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-599762638540670034</id><published>2008-01-18T15:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:22:53.795+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bharat Ratna Controversy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;India has not given highest civilian award "BHARAT RATNA" since 2001.  A young journalist (TV reporter) started a furore by presenting a report on why india has not been able to find suitable candidate for Bharat Ratna and also suggested name of "Sachin Tendulkar" for the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now the politics of "Bharat Ratna" started.The government of India started receiving messages from various political parties, recommending various politicians, who are either dead or retired or soon to retire or in a state of semi-retirement, for the Bharat Ratna. The Bharatiya Janata Party has recommended Mr. Atal Behari Vajpayee, the Bahujan Samaj Party has recommended the late Mr. Kanshi Ram, the communists are supposed to have been peddling the name of Mr. Jyoti Basu, whereas the Akalis are now supposed to have joined the race with Mr. Parkash Singh Badal as their candidate and the Telugu Desam Party is not far behind with their demand for the award to go to the late Mr. N. T. Rama Rao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bharat Ratna  is india's highest civilian award, awarded for the highest degrees of national service. This service includes artistic, literary, and scientific achievements, as well as "recognition of public service of the highest order. Holders of the Bharat Ratna do not carry any special title or other honorific, but they get a special place in order of precedence of the country. Till date, Bharat Ratna has been awarded to 40 persons including two non-Indians (Khan Abdul Ghaffar Khan and Nelson Mandela) and a naturalised Indian citizen (Mother Teresa).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Politicial parties have forgotton that bharat ratna is award for good humanitarian work and not reward for loyality towards any politicial party. It can definitely be not decided by political parties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;New bharat ratna should be one who identifies with the rising india and with whom indian population identifies and is defintely a gem (ratna). It could be N R Murthy for his work in indian software industry,it could be sachin tendulkar for his contribution to cricket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-599762638540670034?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/599762638540670034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=599762638540670034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/599762638540670034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/599762638540670034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2008/01/bharat-ratna-controversy.html' title='Bharat Ratna Controversy'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-7374501165026543745</id><published>2008-01-10T11:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-10T11:25:20.999+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IF..</title><content type='html'>I first read this poem in a school textbook. I am not into poetry in a big way but I hold this very close to my heart. Read on to know why ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   [IF]&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;   Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,&lt;br /&gt;   If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you&lt;br /&gt;   But make allowance for their doubting too,&lt;br /&gt;   If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;   Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;   Or being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;   And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,&lt;br /&gt;   If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;   If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;   And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;   If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;   Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;   Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,&lt;br /&gt;   And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;   And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;   And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;   And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;   If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;   To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;   And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;   Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;   Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,&lt;br /&gt;   If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;   If all men count with you, but none too much,&lt;br /&gt;   If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;   With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,&lt;br /&gt;   Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;   And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was written by Kipling in 1895 and was first published in the &lt;i&gt;Brother Square Toes&lt;/i&gt; chapter of &lt;i&gt;Rewards and Fairies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-7374501165026543745?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/7374501165026543745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=7374501165026543745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/7374501165026543745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/7374501165026543745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2008/01/if.html' title='IF..'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-6003598460751309812</id><published>2007-09-27T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-27T20:01:32.659+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Himmat karne walo ki haar nahin hoti</title><content type='html'>I came across this poem by Suryakant Tripathi Nirala. Check it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.geeta-kavita.com/article.asp?article=himmat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-6003598460751309812?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/6003598460751309812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=6003598460751309812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6003598460751309812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6003598460751309812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/09/himmat-karne-walo-ki-haar-nahin-hoti.html' title='Himmat karne walo ki haar nahin hoti'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-8975128923120552558</id><published>2007-07-06T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-06T18:10:06.213+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Trees &amp; leafs &amp; friends &amp; seasons</title><content type='html'>Since last few days I was thinking that I am getting entangled by the mechanism named life , in the worldly affairs, in the good and bad experiences. Every worse experience was like end of life at that point of time. Life beyond that seemed impossible. But that never happened. :-) Every success was high crest and every failure was deep trough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met people,made friends,few stayed on and few moved on. I was thinking of old school friends when friends made so much to average school goer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never made very many friends...but had list of friends with size more than 1 at all the stages of life-school,college. I was thinking of friends which i made in school and college today.Slowly I lost contact with many of them.Many got married,became parents and became busy in their rspective life.Many moved on to greener pastures and never looked back. Made new friends and again clicked chords with them. It reminds of failing leafs of tree..leafs fall &amp; new leaves come on the tree.Some leafs might stay longer than others but eventually every leaf falls one day or the other. As long as tree is healthy enough to bear new leafs,it will be loaded with leaves. It will have leafs as per the season-something more something less.So much similar to life of humans. The point is to go on in the life no matter what is the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-8975128923120552558?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/8975128923120552558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=8975128923120552558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/8975128923120552558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/8975128923120552558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/07/trees-leafs-friends-seasons.html' title='Trees &amp; leafs &amp; friends &amp; seasons'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-6959131153701432310</id><published>2007-07-06T15:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:58:01.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'>why me ?</title><content type='html'>Many times we hear that we reap what we sow. But is that true ?&lt;br /&gt;Also,when disaster hits us we tend to pity ourself by saying or asking God why me ? After some time we forget- why me and tend to handle the situation.  Why me is incorrect thinking...Children are born to parents who are unwilling to take care of them for various reasons &amp; leave them to ashram etc..what was the fault of 2 days old child ? Innocent people are deceived and used by clever people.What is fault of innocent people ?  We can never ask the question- why me ? because we will never get the reason and may be we come out of self pity sooner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-6959131153701432310?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/6959131153701432310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=6959131153701432310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6959131153701432310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6959131153701432310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-me.html' title='why me ?'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-3456067604019772819</id><published>2007-06-22T11:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:17:51.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do your best and let life do the rest</title><content type='html'>I came across this line and liked it immensely. Decided to write some lines on this. As a kid in school,we used to get some one liners and were asked to write few sentences on it.&lt;br /&gt;What this means is that we need to put in the best of our ability but we should not think of results. Life will respond back if our efforts are sincere and honest. May be some dreams are unfulfilled.Sometimes luck does not smile on us and our endeavour are not rewarded. Sometimes one gets to a point where one knows that nothing is working. It's not about losing hope. It's about trusting life. Millons of people have come to this earth before us and millon will come after us. Each one had some wishes fulfilled &amp; many unfullfilled.It's not easy to let go of what you want. But why wouldn't you if something even better is waiting just around the corner? Hope for the best and do work to the best of ability. Have faith in almight's justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-3456067604019772819?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/3456067604019772819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=3456067604019772819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3456067604019772819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3456067604019772819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/06/do-your-best-and-let-life-do-rest.html' title='Do your best and let life do the rest'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-5902600325987461311</id><published>2007-06-22T10:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-22T10:34:33.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Robin Sharma's Blog Item</title><content type='html'>I was reading Robin Sharma's blog ..he writes really too well. One of the excerpts :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Problems are Servants Tue June 12, 2007&lt;br /&gt;We all face challenges. It's the human condition. Everyone, on this very day, is dealing with something they wish they weren't dealing with. Some have lost a loved one. Others are facing an illness. For others, it's a money issue or a frustration at work. Yes, it's no fun. But just maybe every problem you encounter is an opportunity in disguise. And if you're wise to that, you can leverage the challenge for even greater success.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, leadership is a mind game. Positive thinking is a lot more important than the cynics would suggest. The founders of Google used positive thinking to overcome their early setbacks and to stay true to their vision. Sam Walton used positive thinking to build an empire. And the best managers use positive thinking to help their teams see that what ordinary people view as stumbling blocks, the best amongst us see as stepping stones.&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;/em&gt; problems are servants. And they truly can serve you well. If you choose to let them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-5902600325987461311?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/5902600325987461311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=5902600325987461311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5902600325987461311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5902600325987461311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/06/robin-sharmas-blog-item.html' title='Robin Sharma&apos;s Blog Item'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-5337605716649107580</id><published>2007-06-20T15:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-20T16:00:56.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Speech 2005 by Steve jobs</title><content type='html'>Steve Jobs' address to Stanford's graduating class of 2005 was in very mould of speaker . I liked the following part from his speech :&lt;br /&gt;"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html"&gt;http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-5337605716649107580?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/5337605716649107580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=5337605716649107580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5337605716649107580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5337605716649107580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/06/graduation-speech-2005-by-steve-jobs.html' title='Graduation Speech 2005 by Steve jobs'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-3981000621272224138</id><published>2007-06-17T12:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:06:50.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The early bird! incontinution of Just 8 hours a day</title><content type='html'>http://www.hinduonnet.com/thehindu/thscrip/print.pl?file=2002091400710200.htm&amp;date=2002/09/14/&amp;amp;prd=qu&amp;amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-3981000621272224138?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/3981000621272224138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=3981000621272224138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3981000621272224138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/3981000621272224138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/06/early-bird-incontinution-of-just-8.html' title='The early bird! incontinution of Just 8 hours a day'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-7856862620014018709</id><published>2007-06-14T10:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-14T10:54:51.635+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just 8 hours a day !</title><content type='html'>I am working in software industry for more than 6 years. Initially,I worked like dogs - giving my sweat to this industry. I was starry-eyed graduate who wanted to reach great heights in her career and some how time put in the office for work became proportional to heights achieved in career. But now with time things gave changed for me.I dont like to work for more than 8 hours a day in office. I want to come on time and leave on time and also,do my work up to the mark . The very fact that i want to do my work properly means than I have not become un ambitious. But there is some change in attitude and thinking. I like a life of sweet 7 o'clock mornings with sunrise and 10pm all quiet and lights off.  I do not desire to be awake later than 11:00pm in the night. I feel sane with that routine of ontime. My life seems to be in control. For the rest of the day, I would prefer to do other things like cook, clean, organise, think about my life, spend time with my people or just sit and do nothing. That is my personal choice of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that software industry is based on competition but we should also understand that it is based on quality of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to have a 9 to 5 routine and be a good performer? Not in the industry I come from. I have scintillating evidence for that. May be people never thought that it could be done. I distinctly remember that when i was studying in 11th standard,my friend's elder sister "Jitendra Kaur" was in 12th standard. She was our role model-studious,good in sports and without any affairs attached to her (:-) and high moral values-dream child for her parents. Now she is senior research scientist in AIIMS delhi after doing her MPhil from DU.I remember that she never burned mid-night oils like all of us.She told me that she will do most of studies in class room only,go back to home &amp; study for another 2-3 hours and thats it. I remember that at that time fashion/fad was to study till mid-night 12'o clok for last 5 months of board exams.But she never did that and still passed with some 85%. I believe that brain needs rest and with rest,it works better. If we can use the concentration and brain power when you are awake-one need not work for more than 8 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;Lets come to point which i was thinking- putting in 8 hours a day in IT industry and still be good at our work. Now I am tired of long working hours and I dont want them no more. I want to organise my house,do cooking,read newspaper,pray to GOD and generally be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it all depends on what you want to commit yourself to. If you are committed to only that one thing in life and that is career, you going the right way by putting in long working hours. But what if you have more than one loves in life and you want to do justice to all of them. What if you want to have a balanced life- a little bit of everything? Some electronics, some sunlight, some moonlight, some good old music, some nice cooking, sometime to go for a long nature walk and some peaceful good old sleep. Is it too difficult to achieve.I think it is rational. Maybe I should try and experiment to see how much of it is possible. Just 8 hours every day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-7856862620014018709?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/7856862620014018709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=7856862620014018709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/7856862620014018709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/7856862620014018709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-8-hours-day.html' title='Just 8 hours a day !'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-8813242507085020782</id><published>2007-06-12T16:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:49:32.022+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ordinarily, I'm not into diary writing and that kind of thing, but when I do write, it's usually one of those days when I'm having a bad day and trying to understand life's mystery. Today, was one of the particularly bad ones-nothing working for me.  Why do we turn for divine help when things get out of hand from us ? If it is karma theory then we are getting back the medicine which we gave to others at some point of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-8813242507085020782?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/8813242507085020782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=8813242507085020782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/8813242507085020782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/8813242507085020782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/06/ordinarily-im-not-into-diary-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-9027040679117550590</id><published>2007-06-12T15:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:49:35.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'>collapse of US Dollar ?</title><content type='html'>ht&lt;a href="http://inhome.rediff.com/money/2007/jun/11dollar.htm"&gt;tp://inhome.rediff.com/money/2007/jun/11dollar.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-9027040679117550590?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/9027040679117550590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=9027040679117550590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/9027040679117550590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/9027040679117550590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/06/collapse-of-us-dollar.html' title='collapse of US Dollar ?'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-6634914261047501492</id><published>2007-06-12T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:40:32.017+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rumsfeld Unveils New Justification For Iraq War: High Gas Prices</title><content type='html'>I must say that  I am impressed by the reasoning of the war between america and iraq. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumsfeld Unveils New Justification For Iraq War: High Gas Prices&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the war, the administration stressed that the United States needed to invade Iraq because Saddam Hussein possessed WMDs and had connections to al-Qaeda. None of that turned out to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Secretary of Defense Donald Rumsfeld has introduced a new rationale for the invasion of Iraq, high gas prices. From a radio interview last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRETARY RUMSFELD: The fact of the matter is - if Saddam Hussein were still in power in Iraq, he would be rolling in petrol dollars. Think of the price of oil today. He would have so much money. And he would be seeing the Iranians interested in a nuclear program, he would be seeing the North Koreans developing a nuclear program, and he’d say well why shouldn’t he - and he would. So we’re fortunate that he’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, one of the reason gas prices are high is instability in the Middle East — created, in part, by the invasion of Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thinkprogress.org/2006/09/17/rumsfeld-gas-prices/"&gt;http://thinkprogress.org/2006/09/17/rumsfeld-gas-prices/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-6634914261047501492?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/6634914261047501492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=6634914261047501492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6634914261047501492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6634914261047501492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/06/rumsfeld-unveils-new-justification-for.html' title='Rumsfeld Unveils New Justification For Iraq War: High Gas Prices'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-5550591437458729495</id><published>2007-06-06T15:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:05:00.778+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quest Net</title><content type='html'>suppose everyone can make 2 nodes down a person and india's population is 100 crores.&lt;br /&gt;then &lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;br /&gt;32&lt;br /&gt;64 --&gt; 2 ^ 6&lt;br /&gt;128 --&gt; 2 ^ 7&lt;br /&gt;256  --&gt; 2 ^ 8&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;536870912 ---&gt; 2 ^ 29&lt;br /&gt;1073741824 --&gt; 2 ^ 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means that if whole india participats in this scheme that it can be covered in 30 layers (height of the tree shall be 30)&lt;br /&gt;people who are the lowest layer will be the loser of the money (totally losing it)&lt;br /&gt;1073741824 - 536870912 = 536870912 people will be total losers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One assumption is that it is balanced tree which will not be the case in real life.it will be skewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is definite that people at the end of the tree (height 28,29,30) will be losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like a major scam. But what surprises me is that people who think that they are smart and intelligent, are falling into the trap and really not understanding it.&lt;br /&gt;Also,I do not understand why people refuse to believe &amp; analyse the scheme and simply fall into it with the tall claim that they are smart. May be they are over smart people(pun intended)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-5550591437458729495?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/5550591437458729495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=5550591437458729495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5550591437458729495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/5550591437458729495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/06/quest-net.html' title='Quest Net'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-2071868029599345504</id><published>2007-05-31T11:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:59:57.944+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Politics- mayawati win</title><content type='html'>I do not follow the political upheavels very regularly but i like to claim that i have got some flair for national politics. Recently , Mayawati 's triump in Uttar Pradesh is talked upon event. I came across an article by Barkha Dutt on Mayawati :-&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hindustantimes.com/StoryPage/StoryPage.aspx?id=82647714-f110-4d46-8d86-1748a55e4d79&amp;&amp;Headline=In+the+pink+of+health&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-2071868029599345504?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/2071868029599345504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=2071868029599345504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/2071868029599345504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/2071868029599345504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/05/politics-mayawati-win.html' title='Politics- mayawati win'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-236948570909817976</id><published>2007-05-31T11:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:09:03.648+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Retirement</title><content type='html'>may 31 2007&lt;br /&gt;Today my mother is getting retired from government job. She is been working since she was 18+ years old.Such a long time in employment, managing home, childrens, relatives, friends etc. &lt;br /&gt;she has a big circle of relatives and friends. Retirement is the point where a person stops employment/work completely but life does not stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-236948570909817976?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/236948570909817976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=236948570909817976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/236948570909817976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/236948570909817976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/05/retirement.html' title='Retirement'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-6358375522749963352</id><published>2007-05-31T11:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:04:14.876+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Water (chuyia)</title><content type='html'>i watched water many days ago but still i am unable to get over the movie.Film starts with Chuyia,8 year old girl,being left in the widow ashram. Chuyia is free spiried,sensitive and intelligent girl. She is left in the ashram sobbling by her father. She keeps the faith that some day her mother will come to take her back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-6358375522749963352?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/6358375522749963352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=6358375522749963352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6358375522749963352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6358375522749963352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/05/water-chuyia.html' title='Water (chuyia)'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-8824261708818283151</id><published>2007-05-28T13:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:01:00.454+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>Few days back I watched "Water" movie with my husband. I was really impressed with the acting of the little girl-chuhia (small female rat) and Seema Biswas. It was a good thought provoking film on woman widowhood set in early nineties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unfortunate women who can not be "sati" are doomed to live austere life. Widowed women were supposed to spend days chanting prayers in praise of GOD and ask alms for making their living. Family was supposed to disown them.Widow remarriage was prohibited by dharma pandits and shastras. And on top of that,child marriage was norm of the day. I wonder millons of woman must be living downtrodden life in early nineties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have always maintained that some where woman are responsible for their bad(?) conditions.Man were always law makers and women carried them out without questions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-8824261708818283151?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/8824261708818283151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=8824261708818283151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/8824261708818283151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/8824261708818283151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/05/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-4858114791837436675</id><published>2007-05-28T13:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-28T13:41:12.682+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is unfair</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family: courier new;" face="georgia" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;    Who said life is fair ? Life is unfair and get used to it. These are famous words by Bill Gates,owner of Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we see ourselves as victims, we become caught in our circumstance whether it be a past or present experience.  Our natural response to negative situations is anger.The fact is that we live in a sinful world.  However, problems arise when we see life from an unfair perspective.We feel bad; therefore, we try to find things to compensate for the bad feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there                 are injustices. Guiltless people are sent to prison. Terrorists                 make plans to strike at innocent citizens. Medals and Awards are presented for political reasons instead of merit.                 To rise up and fight against these and other forms of inequity                 is not only proper, but ennobling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we catch                 ourselves harbouring unjustified thoughts that the world is unfair,                 it’s time to change our views. Why? Because such views are                 unproductive. They are self-defeating.&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: courier new;" face="georgia" size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-4858114791837436675?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/4858114791837436675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=4858114791837436675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/4858114791837436675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/4858114791837436675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-unfair.html' title='Life is unfair'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-6284560313698768363</id><published>2007-04-22T17:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-22T17:22:01.124+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wishes</title><content type='html'>I am downloading a official document to work on and since it is slow &amp; taking up my time so i decided to write something. I always liked to read good books.Somehow I think that they give intellectual ting to your personality. Just few moments back, I had many things to write about. But now I feel blank - completely wiped out. Very strange.&lt;br /&gt;I have never been much of a writer-never ever written any story in teenage and never got any prize in story writing though i like to write since child hood. I have no formal training or professional experience with writing. But its always been a little dream  in my heart to use words to touch a few heartstrings, hold someone's attention. I like to use good and apt words even in my daily conversation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-6284560313698768363?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/6284560313698768363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=6284560313698768363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6284560313698768363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/6284560313698768363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/04/wishes.html' title='wishes'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976848507131594111.post-1220557763375661750</id><published>2007-04-21T18:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-21T18:50:23.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans</title><content type='html'>Today my enthusiastic husband wants me to pen my thoughts on blogspot. I am very low on enthusiasm and initiative side.. prefer to live the way it is happening manytime (maybe most of the times) but he is opposite to me in many ways and same in many other ways. Lets start on the blog now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hit upon the title-line  few years ago,I thought that I have understood it.But to my dismay I have understood new meaning of it which seems to be the best explaination right now. I m sure that few years down the time frame,I will extract another new meaning from it which will seem to be best explaination at that time. Thoughts &amp; perceptions keep changing, maybe getting finer &amp; crisp day by day - may be this is maturing up process. Saying goes "Man proposes and God disposes" which is another good explaination of Life is what happens to you when ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7976848507131594111-1220557763375661750?l=jyotibhalla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/feeds/1220557763375661750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7976848507131594111&amp;postID=1220557763375661750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/1220557763375661750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7976848507131594111/posts/default/1220557763375661750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyotibhalla.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-is-what-happens-to-you-when-you.html' title='Life is what happens to you when you are busy making other plans'/><author><name>Jyoti Dhamija</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832135588619905521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdOr8XhJoA4/Trg1SwWROiI/AAAAAAAAAp0/ePRjaGVDacI/s220/315.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
