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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMMRHo5eip7ImA9WhRUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248</id><updated>2012-01-31T02:34:45.422+05:30</updated><category term="future" /><category term="Brother" /><category term="office office" /><category term="sunday" /><category term="writer" /><category term="hoilday" /><category term="India developing nation...." /><category term="Friends" /><category term="Thoughts" /><category term="Will smith" /><category term="search for true love" /><category term="parents" /><category term="Life" /><category term="friendship day" /><category term="Chris  Gardner" /><category term="present" /><category term="oneness" /><category term="learning from life" /><category term="mukesh ambani" /><category term="Pursuit  of happiness" /><category term="independence" /><category term="happiness" /><category term="my life" /><category term="love" /><category term="Magic" /><category term="money" /><title>-Its my life-</title><subtitle type="html">Surely , I am moody about everything. In other sense perhaps I am impulsive.But still I follow some basic rules to my complicated &amp;amp; mysterious life.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/-itsMyLife-" /><feedburner:info uri="-itsmylife-" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8AQnY8eip7ImA9WhdWEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-1974224201961618704</id><published>2011-09-04T23:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-04T23:57:23.872+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-04T23:57:23.872+05:30</app:edited><title>SUNDAY_GANAPATI JI KE NAM</title><content type="html">
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My sunday was passed by &amp;nbsp;exploring Google chrome app store from the morning to evening.Me and my wife cheated to our weekly work at home like toilet cleaning and mopping as we did not want to waste time doing that..&lt;br /&gt;
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We ,instead tried to cook lunch earlier than&amp;nbsp;usual&amp;nbsp;from other sundays. But another comedy of errors occured. I had &amp;nbsp;gone to Reliance-mart for shopping for some of the required items which was planned for our lunch.I have reached the mart and completed collecting all , then stand in the queue for another 45 minutes . Alas!!! I have forgotten to take any money or the Card also.Being&amp;nbsp;Embarrassed&amp;nbsp;and half-dazed , &amp;nbsp;I came from the mart to home with a long face.The time &amp;nbsp;I might have used for peel&amp;nbsp;coconut&amp;nbsp;flesh for today's special&amp;nbsp;coconut&amp;nbsp;dishes.&lt;br /&gt;
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We decided to prepare food as soon as possible and will watch Hunted in our bedroom with AC on.Today's food was great... The best thing was she put &amp;nbsp;fresh cocunut in both &amp;nbsp;rice and curry .This cocunut was taken from Reliance twonship entrance side trees.So, they are absolutely free - that adds an extra taste to the today's dish.&lt;br /&gt;
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We started watching the movie ,but slept before some ghost arises in that horror movie.At evening we visited two places for GANAPATI.&lt;br /&gt;
Mrs. Swati from RPTL HR invited for having &lt;u&gt;prasaad&lt;/u&gt; from "Satya Narayan Puja"&lt;br /&gt;
Then visited to see Lord's Idol @ Civic center.&lt;br /&gt;
We were fortunate to see one rangoli&amp;nbsp;competition&amp;nbsp;that was held in the morning .Thunderstorms were frightening my lovely wife a bit so, we moved quickly to home and decided to take revenge of the morning . Gone for shopping @ R-mart. And en-route we had our dinner at Pavilion, where the waiters took us by surprise with their friendly attitudes .&amp;nbsp;Moreover&amp;nbsp;chinese was good...&lt;br /&gt;
Now going to take on Hunted ....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This was a good Sunday.......&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lz6jk6giwuwZ5FQwkBTab8A6GVQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lz6jk6giwuwZ5FQwkBTab8A6GVQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This post is in continuation with the last post named Milestone dated 20.02.2011.I was thinking to march further on that subject from many days. But, never &amp;nbsp;I could get a time for think and write.Just now , I was afresh because of meeting to an old friend from my Engineering college-his name is Mr. Shailendra Gouda-There is unknown chemistry from day one between us though I know &amp;nbsp;I don't believe many of ways of his &amp;nbsp;thinking process.Still &amp;nbsp;I enjoyed his company whenever &amp;nbsp;I had a chance.OK let us focus on my subject of today.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was writing about my 2nd milestone- love.This 4 letter word is the most enchanting and charismatic word of my life when I fell into it,but before that ,it was just as normal word in the dictionary.When i was 12 years old, &amp;nbsp;friends (100% boys) always talked why I love you is told to a girl or boy in cinema.I was thoughtful about why no such cinematic language is seen in real life.So, a kind of belief &amp;nbsp;cements in my sub-conscious&amp;nbsp;that such love stories are fake and only fiction-so can only be seen in reel life but not in real life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even after getting pass out from &amp;nbsp;from +2 college, I remember that I never cared for love.But the turning point of my life came when at the age of 16 , I took the thread ceremony of my life. Though I was not a brahmin, I was taken the oath (dikhsya) from Gayatri Pariwar for chanting the Gayatri Mantra at around that age &amp;nbsp;in some village with my own interest - reason or biggest reason- I wanted to give up Anger-And why Anger Because I just had beaten one friend of mine 2 days ago with some sandals (cause- I came to know that boy had blinded one of my&amp;nbsp;favorite&amp;nbsp;stray dog at our&amp;nbsp;tuition&amp;nbsp;class)-seems funny. But at that tender age , I was so angry that I could Kill that boy. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; dogs- sorry every animals- I&amp;nbsp;am afraid of &amp;nbsp;many animals, insects and reptiles&amp;nbsp;but cannot tolerate anybody causing harm to them at least in front of me. &lt;br /&gt;
Once I cried in front of my mother because my big brother catches a bee and put her into match box and dropped it into a hole in the backyard.Actually before that scene I was crying for help to be&amp;nbsp;free from that bee only&amp;nbsp;.Big brother helped me in that sense, but i did not like the way he tortures the little creature.So, that is me. I emphasized the word love in the previous para because I noticed myself engulfed with the sweet feeling of love or longingnness towards other creatures from the very childhood. When some turbulent situations had gone through our family, I have seen my family cry.I had asked the first and last question&amp;nbsp; to my father that why my mother is crying.My father replied that you will get to know when you will be grown up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, now at the age of 17, I felt myself enough grown-up to understand the complex process of love. Still&amp;nbsp; I was afraid of looking straight to any&amp;nbsp;girl in front of me.I was so proud of this attitude that&amp;nbsp; I never felt it to be changed.So, I never talked to a girl straight.Till the age of 21&amp;nbsp; I can feel the pride of being Indian-Love for mother country, the pride of being&amp;nbsp; such a good child of great parents- love of myself and love for parents. After 5 years of spiritual self regulation, I could manage to frame a question for my messy thought process of mysterious love. As&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;read some of&amp;nbsp;the scriptures, they&amp;nbsp;are all over-shadowed by the passion of love only, I now,very well know that what is this love- the supreme thing which cure every odds of human beings.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was quite well aware of the theoretical love which I can describe in language. But, unfortunately, I was still unable to feel it.Sometimes, I just sat in some lonely place and jot down my feelings. In those days, I had managed to&amp;nbsp;scribbled some golden thoughts which translates to the exact happening in my life as a coincidence. But, I never believed so.Some guiding angel was there to show me the future course , or some sign of it.That is why I was in such a desperate search of love at that age.&lt;br /&gt;
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While reading many articles in "Yug Shakti Gayatri", The Bhagwat Gita,some Puraanas, I felt that love is something which everybody is unknown of - If that kind of love is embodied in every human then this world will&amp;nbsp; be&amp;nbsp; like heaven or something.I raised my eyebrows again when I read about crying for somebody because he/she missed him/her very much.The crying thing was the burning question in my heart for&amp;nbsp;a long period till I melt down and cried for somebody and later on for Almighty.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enough for today..&lt;br /&gt;
The search continues......till I met someone.....&lt;br /&gt;
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These are some beautiful thoughts which captured me overwhelmingly some days ago .I was wondering why people are so unhappy although they get everything they need in day to day life.If we delve into the subject matter,we will find in 90% cases root cause is money-wealth . yes Money can be correlated to power also in some of cases. people crave for power and money.Though we have some but we want more always and that is natural to human tendency.But,my question is "whether to be unhappy because of the wants is natural to human traits?"&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't need to ask anybody- I hope the&amp;nbsp;conscientious&amp;nbsp;answer to this question is always NO.We got our answer why we are mostly unhappy. Now the question is how we can be happy being so called human being of never ending thirst for money and crave for power.Answer is Happiness does not come from anywhere, neither from money nor from power and also neither it come with power or money or without it. We create a state of mind with reference to other person to&amp;nbsp;demoralize&amp;nbsp;ourselves many of the times to justify our lust.&amp;nbsp;Comparison&amp;nbsp;between compatriots with respect to power ,wealth spoils peace in mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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To &amp;nbsp;be happy and &amp;nbsp;successful - both can be possible if we can create our benchmark with ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
Improvements should always be compared with one's own-shelf instead of his so called competitors.My belief is let the market,media, whole world compare you with everybody in the rest of the world but we should be happy what we are now and what we have achieved till date with our own hands.We should improve day by day setting targets for ourselves .This would culminate the slow poison like depression, stress and tension among many young minds who face stiff&amp;nbsp;competitive&amp;nbsp;world for studies, jobs, marriage and God-knows-what-not.......&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UheDbuDreHy8WjR0yAwAPs3hcLI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UheDbuDreHy8WjR0yAwAPs3hcLI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;somewhat addicted to this Angry Bird game now. I never used to play games ,but nowadays, I found this game as an addiction.Usually&amp;nbsp;I love this type of games only. I cannot digest the those games which contain violence as fighting ,war or shoot out and even sometime car racing.Once upon a time i loved to play Archer game who hunts balloons down . More &amp;nbsp;balloons , more points simple...&lt;br /&gt;
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Age of Empires- this computer game was an addiction to me when I was preparing for my engineering entrance in 2001.A desktop was bought ,first time , in our house for my brother to complete a computer course(e-commerce). He had copied this game from somewhere and installed it in our desktop. And &amp;nbsp;I remember , I had played many a times when my brother was out .I gave away &amp;nbsp;this addictions by observing&amp;nbsp; my brother only who was also in love with this game.I saw him forgetting everything required for living in those days.&lt;br /&gt;
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And that (to became a game-addict)&amp;nbsp;was quite shocking to me. I never wanted to be like that. I loved to be felt responsible always whether it is in bad or good sense.I hold responsible myself always for what I have done till today.I never blamed others for my failures or shortcomings.I alwasys searched for a good soul to be present by my side when I need him/her the most..For me -&amp;nbsp;my father is and&amp;nbsp; will always be&amp;nbsp;the good soul .Whatever comes I will never forget his sayings and teachings. I think he is the true&amp;nbsp; value in me.He preaches less but I followed more to him.&lt;br /&gt;
And I never repented for that.&lt;br /&gt;
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From above all discussion , I would like to conclude&amp;nbsp;that I belong to a&amp;nbsp;mixture of &lt;strong&gt;Conscientiousness and Agreeableness&lt;/strong&gt; personality trait.Which is good actually.I can never remain sad for long period. And for me ,taking ownership matters the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-8951795281067958600?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/fcYRBG1AhxY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/8951795281067958600/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=8951795281067958600" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/8951795281067958600?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/8951795281067958600?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/fcYRBG1AhxY/angry-bird-to-retrospect.html" title="Angry Bird to  Retrospect" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2011/07/angry-bird-to-retrospect.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUFR304fCp7ImA9WhdSEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-371359566072780908</id><published>2011-07-20T01:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-20T01:06:56.334+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-20T01:06:56.334+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="learning from life" /><title>Learnings</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HO-lhj8B5AVXul1X5xg2uF-C6gk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HO-lhj8B5AVXul1X5xg2uF-C6gk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HO-lhj8B5AVXul1X5xg2uF-C6gk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HO-lhj8B5AVXul1X5xg2uF-C6gk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We all know that thing- Which one?To implement some new things to our life is very difficult . To know the best thing(way of living life) is very simple but to imbibe and&amp;nbsp;practice&amp;nbsp;it in real life with conviction is really tough.And we learn new things in every manner in each second .But we ignore 99 % as they block our so called natural thinking process.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After reading some good books (mostly inspirational Ones),we got some hangover &amp;nbsp;for some days, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even after seeing some good movies, we get the same feeling sometimes if our minds are still receptive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happens to them -those&amp;nbsp;inspirational&amp;nbsp;lines in the books and best&amp;nbsp;dialogues&amp;nbsp;in the film- where do they go in your mind??? They&amp;nbsp;evaporate&amp;nbsp; in some desert , I think.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So where is my point here..Somewhere, we should sit down and&amp;nbsp;re-look&amp;nbsp;ourselves and start loving ourselves.Otherwise 10-20 years past, we may not&amp;nbsp;recognize&amp;nbsp;ourselves- because if we don't choose our destiny on our own,then there is 70-80 % chance is there where we will never know what we meant to be in earth..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a purposeless life is like flesh without soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my today's&amp;nbsp;learning&amp;nbsp;from one film Zindegi Na Milegi do bara -- to embrace life with full of entusisasm and energy &amp;nbsp;like never before.The same type of feeling was imparted by some book called "Stop worrying and start living " by Dale Carnegie.&lt;br /&gt;
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buenas noches -- Amigos!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-371359566072780908?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/G31xJFUDzsA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/371359566072780908/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=371359566072780908" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/371359566072780908?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/371359566072780908?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/G31xJFUDzsA/learnings.html" title="Learnings" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2011/07/learnings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcCSXoyfCp7ImA9WhdTGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-9119405141236777644</id><published>2011-07-17T23:50:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:11:08.494+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-18T00:11:08.494+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hoilday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunday" /><title>Sunday Over</title><content type="html">
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Every 7th day there comes a Sunday full of happiness. but every pending housework brutally murders the feel of the relaxing Sunday. Saturday night is the more comfortable than Sunday morning for me.I feel clock ticking towards the end of this holiday&amp;nbsp;when I get up in Sunday morning . So , I feel unsatisfied from the beginning. But Saturday seems to me as an unending road.Wow.. Do as your wish, no need to go to bed early today..&lt;br /&gt;
And this time another Sunday passed away from our life. We will mourn by sleeping early to wake up early in the morning to go for boring work that earns bread for us to enjoy the next Saturday night and kill the next Sunday morning by thinking all the pending work and the next Monday work.. See , this is a vicious circle which is continuing for an eternity .&lt;br /&gt;
So, what should we we do?&lt;br /&gt;
Solution:-&lt;br /&gt;
1) Let there be no such Sunday -holiday funda.. we should work till we exhaust ourselves completely and relax for a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;
2)There should be no pending housework for anybody - But how come&amp;nbsp;this is possible for anyone. you may hire house maids for your work to outsource, still there will be some work to do on your own. The basic thing -we should love our housework on Sunday.- It should be entertaining instead of boring.And that needs a lot of practice for every human to accept.&lt;br /&gt;
List of activities for me and my wife on a normal Sunday&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;For me:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1-Putting all to-be-cleaned clothes into washing machine and monitor till the end.&lt;br /&gt;
2-Clean the toilet ( total 2 nos) and occasionally one (01) bathroom also.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;For my wife:-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
1-make breakfast &amp;amp; food for lunch&lt;br /&gt;
2-mop the house&amp;nbsp; and before it to sweep it very clean- take at least 1/2 hour .&lt;br /&gt;
3- put&amp;nbsp; clothes from washing machine&amp;nbsp;for drying under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;
4- collect them and put some of them for ironing also.&lt;br /&gt;
5- prepare dinner also...&lt;br /&gt;
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Note:- Being wife , it sucks- a whole bunch of work. Really horrible being a girl and then becoming wife of someone also..OK that is a different topic altogether.&lt;br /&gt;
OK now I should go to sleep as my writing appetite is also dying along&amp;nbsp;with this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;
Bye!! &amp;nbsp;goodnight to everyone..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/28ggLZ-7U2TRH8GqtlQSBn6kDyo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/28ggLZ-7U2TRH8GqtlQSBn6kDyo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Just watched Delhi Belly.I won't say it is a must watch movie, but&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed the film. Very short in comaprision to normal hindi Movie.Hindi slangs are creating comedy scenes for audience actually.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we&amp;nbsp;managed&amp;nbsp;reach&amp;nbsp; Review in just 3-5 minutes from our home&amp;nbsp;.we took fanta in water bottle and security can't see it as it is not transparent.. hi haa haa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Songs&amp;nbsp; in the movie are few-- Aamir's solo in the last was jhakkashhh...&lt;br /&gt;
Best Scene:- Roof was destroyed when Vir Dash was hanging to&amp;nbsp;death ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Imran khan is good in this film.. Kela in the ad firm is also good- Like the normal BOSS... &lt;br /&gt;
Few stills if you people want to see----&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.indicine.com/movies/bollywood/delhi-belly-pics/"&gt;http://www.indicine.com/movies/bollywood/delhi-belly-pics/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-8353413871286462163?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/Aj8siB9VXr8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/8353413871286462163/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=8353413871286462163" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/8353413871286462163?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/8353413871286462163?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/Aj8siB9VXr8/bhag-bhag-dk-bose.html" title="BHAG BHAG DK BOSE" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2011/07/bhag-bhag-dk-bose.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8GRXkyfCp7ImA9Wx9bEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-1279706885508505767</id><published>2011-02-20T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:50:24.794+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-20T21:50:24.794+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my life" /><title>Milestone</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Us1YhREi07CZNOQHr31ghXtgPig/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Us1YhREi07CZNOQHr31ghXtgPig/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Us1YhREi07CZNOQHr31ghXtgPig/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Us1YhREi07CZNOQHr31ghXtgPig/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;I was just thinking that how time matters in our life. I was feeling uncomfortable hearing some news of cancellation of leaves due to preponement of Shutdowns in some of our Plants.Then suddenly again after 2 days I was happy seeing my Leave sanctioned in the system.I was looking&amp;nbsp; for the year I got passed from my high school in LinkedIN.com.That unfolds a timeline of 10+ years of past .One of a&amp;nbsp; milestones after our birth.I declare it as my one milestone as I was well aware about the world around me by 16.And I was starting taking my own decisions then with&amp;nbsp;some help of parent's guidance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p$1&gt;&lt;p$1&gt;Let me summerize before you what I achieved in these 10 years with a chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p$1&gt;1998-2000&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p$1&gt;I was a&amp;nbsp;confused kid with inclination and faith towards spiritualism ,but again asking&amp;nbsp; to get logical answers from my Guruji's Text book of life... My life unrolls from here by reading Him and clearing some basic doubts of life's mystery....Apart from Him ,Mr MK Gandhi, Aurobindo, Subhash Bose. Sir Jagdish chandra Bose,Einstein,Stephen Hawking&amp;nbsp;Mahatma Gopabandhu Dash, Acharya Harihar ,Madhusudan Rao,Madhusudan Das,Manoj Das,Kabi Vir kishor Rai,Birsa Munda,Vir Savrkar,Pandit nehru, Nepoleon Bonaparte',Socrates,Swami Yoganada,Swami Vivekanada, Swami Nigamanda,Srila' Prabhupada swami, ---- All these people had already left some impact in me and still I was taking some inspirations from them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p$1&gt;2000-2005&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;p$1&gt;These years are the most cherished days of&amp;nbsp; my life.The most eventful life I lived in these days..I should call it the turning point as I reincarnate myself into new man with new sensibilities altogether&amp;nbsp;augmented to my comparatively silent &amp;amp; shy boyhood.I got admission to a Engineering college though I did not know Why to pursue Engineering exactly.--But,- The very&amp;nbsp; quality in me is-- you put me in any damn&amp;nbsp; situation , I will adapt to it very slowly but definitely I will be in there .I Never want to escape from anything. I don't know how I do it... But that exactly happened till now . that is why I believe I could have been anything(except an artist/painter) , so be the engineer.Now the second achievement I made through this period was my experience with Love. The Most mysterious word of my life-I never expected myself to be a loverThat would be the next topic of mine.......&lt;br /&gt;
I want to write many things in both the above periods but I am not able chronologically order them in mind now.&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/p$1&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-1279706885508505767?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/2kAGp6IgaH0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/1279706885508505767/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=1279706885508505767" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/1279706885508505767?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/1279706885508505767?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/2kAGp6IgaH0/milestone.html" title="Milestone" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2011/02/milestone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABRH49eCp7ImA9Wx5VE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-4194401298843371716</id><published>2010-10-06T01:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-06T01:29:15.060+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-06T01:29:15.060+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oneness" /><title>Thoughts-Oneness</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XOhCCtSs2yUl05gUZ7X6odDVTI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XOhCCtSs2yUl05gUZ7X6odDVTI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XOhCCtSs2yUl05gUZ7X6odDVTI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3XOhCCtSs2yUl05gUZ7X6odDVTI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I look like dull dog,actually something picturesque thoughts are being processed.Normally they don't have any concern about me also.And that part is always attracting me to think over all these. I  basically question sometimes whether those beautiful thoughts just come across my mind or to everybody on earth.. Thoughts are food of brain- I learned somewhere.So, my food keeps coming through different media.Sometimes in very odd and awkward  channels.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of oneness with the total humankind and all around you is great feeling .Our all great scriptures and all great spiritual leaders in history pointed out to learn to feel like that,Although ironically the way we brought up in our families never geared up for us that . Because we all are trained to survive a competitively world-i.e to win a cut throat competition, to beat everyone to remain on top always. And this,in a way, kills all the very good thought of oneness which I feel the world over need the most now. What for we compete . It is not a jungle,if it was, it should not be so also. we should make a world free of jealousy and competition which converts a rather human into animal.Competition should always be with one self's past moment to his/her future next moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNyxrZ6z_ME/TKt_BeYSVcI/AAAAAAAAAzU/zeZ2uLYz5mk/s1600/oneness+speaks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNyxrZ6z_ME/TKt_BeYSVcI/AAAAAAAAAzU/zeZ2uLYz5mk/s1600/oneness+speaks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The spiritual experiences are always said to be hidden in oneself, not to discuss as per our great gurus sayings..I would like otherwise sometimes as I feel spreading those experiences creates some more minds to be aware of that. Recently we were in dwaraka temple. actually temple is just a medium to channelise with those thought process.This GOD thing of each religion is a very beautiful concept to reflect human being's greatness and crystallize in a a wood or a stone or a book or a statue or prophets or angels or stories.We are not such dumb now to not understand this simple thing of GODLINESS of all religion.So , we should learn &amp;amp; we are learning.Thanks to great consciousness revolution taken place by so many medium like internet,Tvs, Media of different format and mostly the people and their good thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in Gurudwara, or Church or simple peaceful jungle or in lonely toilet can also make you feel pious if you want to feel those. I felt an unknown Utopian oneness with the whole universe like the whole world is mine and I am the whole .....there is a Sanskrit mantra for this So-Aham- that means He is me-I am Him.This  is always also uttered unknowingly by all of us from our nasal strips(according to GURUS ). I was so overwhelmed with that thought that I would never want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;I know this is an awkward topic for Blog, but still I think this oneness is spreading  in different format in world now.Looking into different media structures present now, there will be time when the world over will consciously feel about this oneness. Hope we will be there to  see that thought revolution fully materialize or might be it is continuous process which never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNyxrZ6z_ME/TKt_GeryoOI/AAAAAAAAAzY/J_02rapyZA8/s1600/020_entre_terre_et_ciel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNyxrZ6z_ME/TKt_GeryoOI/AAAAAAAAAzY/J_02rapyZA8/s320/020_entre_terre_et_ciel.jpg" width="269" border="0" height="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrespective of belief on GOD we should start to believe in this future and make it happen. If there were any GOD also,HE will also be happy with his great creation's victory over its shortcomings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-4194401298843371716?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/8N9gSCOWrdI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/4194401298843371716/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=4194401298843371716" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/4194401298843371716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/4194401298843371716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/8N9gSCOWrdI/thoughts-oneness.html" title="Thoughts-Oneness" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rNyxrZ6z_ME/TKt_BeYSVcI/AAAAAAAAAzU/zeZ2uLYz5mk/s72-c/oneness+speaks.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-oneness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UNQXgzfCp7ImA9Wx5WFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-6528288713481900794</id><published>2010-09-27T02:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-27T02:38:10.684+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-27T02:38:10.684+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Brother" /><title>Brother</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eaO6BKq1h0Am2nzQr-TkxlWz3fs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eaO6BKq1h0Am2nzQr-TkxlWz3fs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eaO6BKq1h0Am2nzQr-TkxlWz3fs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eaO6BKq1h0Am2nzQr-TkxlWz3fs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was kind of nostalgic today morning during some conversation with my wife about my brother and our brotherly relations.She was quite correct that we are now talking less to each other. But that does not mean i did not respect my elder one or the love of the bond &amp;nbsp;diminishes.Actually he is little workaholic kind &amp;nbsp;of person always. I know him from my childhood.Many a time I tried to contact him or&lt;br /&gt;
In our family, he is just fit for the big brother. God has given him everything like physic,attitude,responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;
I am very happy that he is my brother as I always admired all his qualities except some minor ones .&lt;br /&gt;
He inspired me to be bold at many occasions. he might have not known to it. when I look back, my memory goes down the Daspalla high school when he practiced the Cricket like daily rituals in every evening. In Daspalla I think his matriculation was the most important to me as he was away from house for 10 days perhaps. How come these many years passed? God knows. In how many difficulties We had come across. My brother is living example of self-made man. And when I &amp;nbsp;say MAN then I mean manliness. Actually I was a bit of shy kind of person originally not outspoken and extrovert very much. not kind of mingling with friend circles.Physic also resembles the same&amp;gt; God gifted me with a very elastic Body . It almost expands up to 36 inch and retracts up to 28 inch twice in this period of life time. I have no craze about bikes, except studies I was a useless to the world.I developed after some spiritual groom up being done on me in my teens.My brother was totally opposite to me. He is adventurous ,courageous, bold, blunt,rebellious.I don't mean any of the words negatively here. I like the most the courage part. He faced the problem straight face to face. He has strong mind also. His name is Abhilash and there is never ending process of aspiration always in him.because of it he is always restless.thats why workaholic.&lt;br /&gt;
There is unique bond between us which I understand very well. He &amp;nbsp;is a father &amp;nbsp;now. I am feeling guilty of missing the opportunity to see his son (ADI) in his young days. But too many guilts are there in my mind after joining Reliance.So I don't take it too seriously. I wish and I have planned to&amp;nbsp; make a visit this year to New Delhi Let's see what happens next....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;If i wrote about my brother in details(what I know about him at least) it will be a book. One of my friend once commented on his adventures that it could be compiled to be a great entertaining movie story.I will write in this blog at least .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-6528288713481900794?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/zDlJw-ahl50" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/6528288713481900794/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=6528288713481900794" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/6528288713481900794?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/6528288713481900794?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/zDlJw-ahl50/brother.html" title="Brother" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2010/09/brother.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGRXg9cSp7ImA9Wx5QGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-5443092734344830396</id><published>2010-09-09T00:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-09T00:32:04.669+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-09T00:32:04.669+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="present" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="future" /><title>Bytes on Life.</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mRPLJr4Pknm5ObqcJl7cTi0Qot4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mRPLJr4Pknm5ObqcJl7cTi0Qot4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mRPLJr4Pknm5ObqcJl7cTi0Qot4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mRPLJr4Pknm5ObqcJl7cTi0Qot4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I actually was writing for another blog(http://abhimanh.blogspot.com/dailydigest) but, later I think it will best fitted to this category  .My thoughts are flowing like growing river. That is why I never satisfied with my ending , as I always overwhelmed by thoughts and ideas while ending any writing session.(instead of the starting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it is named as daily digest, I could not stick to its meaning.  I can not write daily.. What stops me?I don't know exactly.Same  situation occurs to many who likes to write &amp;amp;  be recognized.Many  obstacles are there, but we are supposed to overcome those.Managing  everyday hurdles to achieve your daily goals is the only way to live  happily I think.&lt;br /&gt;We are normally confused between our future  security with our present happiness.We miss the opportunity to celebrate  our existence now and always try to secure and guaranty our unknown  future which is as uncertain as the position of electron in an atom.This  is surely not to showcase my physics knowledge to you , I mean here  only that when we think of future ,nothing wrong with that -We all  should think of and be concerned .But, to live in the present we should  not be obsessive about our future.&lt;br /&gt;There is no certain way to go  about life except human being following humanity as their main  religion.I feel proud to be thinking of this. But, when we try to  implement this in our real life , life offers you great challenges to  counter. Nobody was already  prepared for it, but if we put the basics  right ,then we never fail or loose hope in our life. Life offers failure  -means you have your unique way for a success,Go and achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;And if life offers you success -means you have to grab it gracefully until life scratches it from you..&lt;br /&gt;Ok for now .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-5443092734344830396?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/NIvYkurvDzM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/5443092734344830396/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=5443092734344830396" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/5443092734344830396?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/5443092734344830396?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/NIvYkurvDzM/bytes-on-life.html" title="Bytes on Life." /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2010/09/bytes-on-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EGQXk5fCp7ImA9Wx5SEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-3665257941226172299</id><published>2010-08-08T23:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-08T23:17:00.724+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-08T23:17:00.724+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pursuit  of happiness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chris  Gardner" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Will smith" /><title>Pursuit of happiness</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AdPIzEdMNYq8zEsCQ9ftShAmFcU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AdPIzEdMNYq8zEsCQ9ftShAmFcU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AdPIzEdMNYq8zEsCQ9ftShAmFcU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AdPIzEdMNYq8zEsCQ9ftShAmFcU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I saw a movie called "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;The Pursuit of Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;" starring Mr Will Smith.Later I came to know that it is a true story of &amp;nbsp;Mr Chris Gardner,one of renowned philanthropist of USA.&lt;br /&gt;
I was awestruck watching the movie.I am a fan of Will smith, but this was his all time memorable acting. He actually depicts and portrays the pain of a person like Mr Chris Gardner in those days of&amp;nbsp;pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However ,I like this movie because I feel this spreads the wisdom of life.I really want to say thanks to those people who made this movie and the Man behind this movie-Chris Gardner.&lt;br /&gt;
Never say die attitude &amp;nbsp;for a better life and better cause should always be one's motto .It is for sure that not everybody will become Aamir Khan, Sachin Tendulkar, or anybody like Lata Mangeshkar, but still your life will be fulfilled with joy and happiness if you try your level best, Then whether luck smiles upon you or not that is irrelevant. We never wants to be called as loser. And I believe losers are those who loses self-confidence &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;self&amp;nbsp;esteem before trying or after &amp;nbsp;failures.&lt;br /&gt;
It was a great movie altogether.&lt;br /&gt;
Follow the link to have a look if you don't know who he is&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.chrisgardnermedia.com/blog"&gt;http://www.chrisgardnermedia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2vPziONyss0TCL1vniylyv5kgPc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2vPziONyss0TCL1vniylyv5kgPc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This word is relevant today. loll, Today is almost over. This is Monday now. Ok ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There is no such friendship day like the day when you you need them most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tonight we means Seetharaman,me, my wife gone to dance class and then decided to dine together outside somewhere. Thanks to God somehow due to  continuous rainfall we eventually decided to go to R1 (VIP Guest house).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then we had our diner and because of rain we decided to move the car towards the shed where my wife stood. To our dismay the security guard instructed us to go back -take reverse. We manage to take reverse, but that was too much reverse with a very short span of time.(mostly 10 seconds ).We went into a wrong side looking for right way to go out. Then we tried a lot with the hotel-residency staff. Car is now inside the garden and to remove from the mud we have to call 5-6 friends who can pull up the car from the wrong side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We hesitated first  but after my wife's inspirational discourses we finally managed to call some friends . They finally came and helped us to remove our car from the mud. I really appreciate them and their willingness to help in these wee-hours  and   in such a night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;when it was raining cats and dogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In friendship day they passed through their friendship test , I think.We were helpless but to test them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Finally the car owner Mr.Abhishek is in Bangaluru .He called Sethaa the same time we were thinking how to remove his car out of this situataion. We did not tell him, thought it was the wrong time to tell him as he will be having a interview tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Still we don't know  about the Security  concern over this. Because where the car was mis-landed, was the VIP and VVIPs guest house. Any wrong thing in front of that means they will finally screw  us.And in Reliance they have very basic rule. Any traffic rule breaks means fine minimum Rs.500/- .Whether they noted down the Car no or not we don't know. But we know that we damaged one garden light post by taking reverse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok leave those things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Finally A lot of thanks to those helped us unconditionally tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vishal Murarka&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-he helped me after my marriage for arranging a vehicle from ahmedabad to Jamnagar also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ravi Kiran Vedula-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; He is a very Unique sense of humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sumanta Bal-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Fit for the three idiots place tonight. rain coat-in office, bike-jamnagar, still managed to come first to help us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bablin &amp;amp; Biswajit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- we contacted them late, but if would have contacted first , might be our problem would have been solved also. But they still come to our house to see us safe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mr Abhishek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;--Whose car we took into deep shit today.. Ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This blogpost is dedicated to All those friends  mentioned above and this blog is  written on behalf of me, my wife and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Setthaa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; the Great also....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-1553422824365802145?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/m5sm7Keemdw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/1553422824365802145/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=1553422824365802145" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/1553422824365802145?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/1553422824365802145?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/m5sm7Keemdw/friendship-day.html" title="Friendship Day" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2010/08/friendship-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQCQng9eCp7ImA9WxFUFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-7202015868902195191</id><published>2010-06-24T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-24T23:46:03.660+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-24T23:46:03.660+05:30</app:edited><title>I hate Conflicts</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cnHdG9r4zlcFz-tMQcov13JdrUI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/cnHdG9r4zlcFz-tMQcov13JdrUI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Really I hate Conflicts .I always shy away from conflicts or near misses also.I hate people talking nasty to each other. i can not really digest people humiliating each other.That is very awkward foo me to tolerate.I feel very impatient when I saw All these things.The Big question here is can we really get&amp;nbsp; rid of this situation when arises.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate severe&amp;nbsp; ragging because of this only. As far as introduction is concerned , i can allow it, but when it comes to belittle somebody's self confidence in front of every body present there, I become violent to them who do this. I experience these things in my college days. And when I can not do anything for this I always pray to God to help me out this situation. I can withstand all pressures in my life and even disgrace to me. But to&amp;nbsp; abase others in front of me is very difficult thing. I strictly do not encourage it. I love to boost others confidence by saying good things to him/her rather than test his/her confidence by putting him/her in some kind of test.&lt;br /&gt;
Till date also ,&amp;nbsp; I saw my boss never do that to me. But I learned a&amp;nbsp; hard fact also by doing job for last 3 years or more. And that is not to stand and protest for yourself at-least if something is occurring to you in those terms.That only thing also make you more respectable than others. You will start believing in yourself by doing that.Ok&amp;nbsp; ok Goodnight&amp;nbsp; for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-7202015868902195191?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/9PILYJ-Bmvg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/7202015868902195191/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=7202015868902195191" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/7202015868902195191?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/7202015868902195191?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/9PILYJ-Bmvg/i-hate-conflicts.html" title="I hate Conflicts" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-hate-conflicts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYBQnw5cCp7ImA9WxFVEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-4065472310720624705</id><published>2010-06-09T00:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:12:33.228+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-09T01:12:33.228+05:30</app:edited><title>Music</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xqvRpT9ivRcnozbk1itvNvoVLKY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/xqvRpT9ivRcnozbk1itvNvoVLKY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music/Singing are they synonymous...May be. The person who knows Singing must all aware of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sur&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;taal&lt;/span&gt; and all the ingredients of music.Why I am writing all this ?I love music.I am not passionate but,enthralled by good music ,good songs,good voices.Dated back to my childhood,I remember my love to learn tabla,but where we spent our childhood days and the way we spent our those days,it was quite impossible to materialise my other dreams except studies as that only costs nothing.So I used to drum my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amul&lt;/span&gt; cane&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 46px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 73px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480490284347327474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNyxrZ6z_ME/TA6c4HGAg_I/AAAAAAAAAug/5hXUhdk72VU/s320/amul+(46+x+73).jpg" /&gt; when the Great Chariot Festival was on the full swing and we all sat together to listen the Devotional songs for Lord &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jagannath&lt;/span&gt;.It was tragic that everybody try to stop me(obviously I was spoiling all the mood by my drum beating).&lt;br /&gt;Later on gradually I found myself engaged in many things and forget about music.That is why I do not say that I am a passionate for music.If I would have been one then I might have become something else and felt proud also today.&lt;br /&gt;Some years ago I joined Reliance and found a friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Seetharaman&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Natrajan&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kerela&lt;/span&gt;.He is a trained classical singer.I got a chance to interact with him regarding music one day. My dead passion was come with its little energy and push me to go and learn some basics of music.We started to go for a Hindustani singer here,but as per the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Setharaman&lt;/span&gt; he was not giving proper satisfaction, so we moved to another woman who was giving training those days(even now also).The biggest worry is I forget the lyrics of any song very quickly. I love the waves of the music but forgets the inside story he/she is telling through song.It is pathetic , I think.In this birth, I quit. Eventually we quit as there is a little scope to be irregular for learning such delicately serious matters.So I gave respect to it and avoid to go.&lt;br /&gt;But I love music, and sometimes dare to dream about singing.I used singing ,sometimes in my college days, as a stress buster when I used to live single outside hostel.I laughed at myself when I recalled my childhood days when My mother sent me to one singing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competition&lt;/span&gt; where I managed to recite the song without seeing any copy.I sang terribly, that I was sure.I was so embarrassed listening to my own voice in mike, I prayed to my God to make all audience deaf.&lt;br /&gt;My mother experimented with my talents all through my schooldays. It is one of them.Thanks to her ,at least I sang once on stage,though badly.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; , now stop laughing.... I am going to sleep...... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Byee&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-4065472310720624705?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/5_zTKhWSgdM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/4065472310720624705/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=4065472310720624705" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/4065472310720624705?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/4065472310720624705?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/5_zTKhWSgdM/music.html" title="Music" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rNyxrZ6z_ME/TA6c4HGAg_I/AAAAAAAAAug/5hXUhdk72VU/s72-c/amul+(46+x+73).jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2010/06/music.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBQHo5eip7ImA9WxFTFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-9034837797144803913</id><published>2010-04-07T22:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:27:31.422+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-07T22:27:31.422+05:30</app:edited><title>Home- A complete Home</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uoL4GwvIq0lRmh1l0NWwhW9Y9pw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uoL4GwvIq0lRmh1l0NWwhW9Y9pw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNyxrZ6z_ME/S7y5XH4j_KI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Rv1LHMpZWLA/s1600-h/family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNyxrZ6z_ME/S7y5XH4j_KI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Rv1LHMpZWLA/s200/family.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After my marriage , this is the second time my in laws are here. I am very happy because when I saw cheers in my wife's eyes.And also for me it is a great boon, they are very cooperative and practical also.I love to have any of my parents here either in laws or my own.But the thing is that no one is comfortable staying away from their own home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;One day will come when we will also become like them.And we will never quit our own home.That is their pride also. Every person has his own self respect so as the Parents. They will guide you and nurture you but never indulge in you. And whoever does that in his/her parenthood, he/she would fail miserably.&lt;/div&gt;I love the &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;od&lt;/span&gt; now as everyday there are a lot many items. That is not to&amp;nbsp;dispraise my own wife's cooking. she is also very good cook, but there is always a difference between &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Sachin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Tendulkar&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Mahendra&lt;/span&gt; Singh &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Dhoni&lt;/span&gt;.Experience matters.Loving parents and quarreling parents are always needed in a home.That circles a family cycle.It is always good. And yes i forgot to mention&amp;nbsp; baby also a very cute part of this family circle.It is also essential&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-9034837797144803913?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/ryLrQ1m1cWg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/9034837797144803913/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=9034837797144803913" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/9034837797144803913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/9034837797144803913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/ryLrQ1m1cWg/home-complete-home.html" title="Home- A complete Home" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rNyxrZ6z_ME/S7y5XH4j_KI/AAAAAAAAAuU/Rv1LHMpZWLA/s72-c/family.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2010/04/home-complete-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUECRH84eyp7ImA9WxFTFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-5330666205026071088</id><published>2010-04-07T21:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:57:45.133+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-07T21:57:45.133+05:30</app:edited><title>Job Pressure</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LPE-43VDehqLBsTeEr35WAd5l1U/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LPE-43VDehqLBsTeEr35WAd5l1U/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LPE-43VDehqLBsTeEr35WAd5l1U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LPE-43VDehqLBsTeEr35WAd5l1U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It extracts a lot of energy from yourself and gives you only the salary. whether that salary worths that much of pain or not , it does not care.You have to work whether you love it or not. Sometimes we all question ourselves "Is that the motto of our Life?"Forget about Motto , we just can not even concentrate about those close to us when we are in pressure i.e Job pressure.Managing it the key of success-I think.&lt;br /&gt;
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Without pressure of job there is nothing in these days workstyle.everything needs to be done today,now,urgently, very urgently.I&amp;nbsp;am very uncofortable when there&amp;nbsp;are multiple pressures from different kinds of people expecting from you different output from you almost at the same time. and it happens in nowadays scenario very frequently.This perticular thing I realize is stress imposed on you.It is bourden if you do not accept it well.very dengerous.&lt;br /&gt;
I am learning to handle these type of situations on regular basis now.For this you have to know say No to many people also.That is an art in these days.I am also learning that also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-5330666205026071088?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/LR1JH6624S8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/5330666205026071088/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=5330666205026071088" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/5330666205026071088?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/5330666205026071088?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/LR1JH6624S8/job-pressure.html" title="Job Pressure" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2010/04/job-pressure.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04NRX49eyp7ImA9WxBUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-3910505573932146554</id><published>2010-03-02T00:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:29:54.063+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-02T00:29:54.063+05:30</app:edited><title>Kartheek calling Kartheek</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1KUic__YqHYJVzC1zKUQplINWaw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1KUic__YqHYJVzC1zKUQplINWaw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1KUic__YqHYJVzC1zKUQplINWaw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1KUic__YqHYJVzC1zKUQplINWaw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hii to all who dont't read my blogs and to those who read also.A lots of things happened in these 30-40 days. I have been quite enjoying every mood of my life.I sometimes say to me I love you.See this is because in a routine life you just concerned about your boss, work, friends, parties,meeting,functions,deadlines.And you miss only one person in those things that is "You".For anybody it is very important to always be true to himself.In these many days I enjoyed life being in Goa with my goodly(lovely) wife.I hope and believe also had enjoyed staying out of routine.&lt;br /&gt;
Why my title of this article is Kartheek is, if saw the movie and smart enough then you can perfectly know that the message in the movie is that if can not enjoy your every bit of life then mental disorders are welcome.See it is vice-versa.I know, but I learnt in opposite way. So, learn to live happily ever after again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-3910505573932146554?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/_vFfPReXOAs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/3910505573932146554/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=3910505573932146554" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/3910505573932146554?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/3910505573932146554?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/_vFfPReXOAs/kartheek-calling-kartheek.html" title="Kartheek calling Kartheek" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2010/03/kartheek-calling-kartheek.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYFQXg8cCp7ImA9WxBQFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-8610782368708073062</id><published>2010-01-13T23:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:38:30.678+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-01-13T23:38:30.678+05:30</app:edited><title>Love , Culture, Society</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LahPYlv5EzF-Q8waoGSbcTF2tCI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LahPYlv5EzF-Q8waoGSbcTF2tCI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LahPYlv5EzF-Q8waoGSbcTF2tCI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/LahPYlv5EzF-Q8waoGSbcTF2tCI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A long waited subject of mine to write on this forum.O sorry there is no forum because except me only 2 person may read this blog, one is my wife and another is my friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chotu&lt;/span&gt;.( whom I follow &amp;amp; vice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;... ha ha ha ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; .. still then I will write for my '' &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ander&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ki&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Saanti&lt;/span&gt; '' ..&lt;br /&gt;Love unites people - simple definition. All others definition adds to this. I think so.If Love does anything other than this then you have ample evidence to suspect it as love or somewhat else instead. Culture is developed to nurture and cultivate more love in us and propagate the message of love , I think.And again &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; philosophy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;applies&lt;/span&gt; here also that if it does not deliver the same function at some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; time then we have to get rid of such culture and restructure our culture &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;or thinking&lt;/span&gt;. -a group of people who have some culture of some sort(any) and each is having love and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compassion to&lt;/span&gt; each other. And again if the Society you see is anything other than this then that is something else than Society.&lt;br /&gt;What  I want to say is that simpler in  many ways. Only thing is that we see it in many complex manners.In &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; we always tried to find loopholes. In &lt;strong&gt;culture&lt;/strong&gt; we always try to forget that it subject to time,which is always changing.So must be the Culture.And similarly in &lt;strong&gt;Society&lt;/strong&gt; we always try to forget the basic bonds that  cause a society to form. We took pride of being called as a society but do a little to improve our societal values.&lt;br /&gt; I am not here to say that everything we are doing till now are negative .. We are doing something , still there are rays of hopes which are still waiting for us to be explored.The Society should be rethinking over the culture it nurtures till date and the culture should be such that the basic pillar of it should be Love.(Uniting People)--- I love the Times of India Initiative ''&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AMAN&lt;/span&gt; KI &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ASHA&lt;/span&gt;''- which bolsters our basic societal values in result developing a new time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;based&lt;/span&gt; culture and propagates love among us.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-8610782368708073062?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/dLjd_f_u7gM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/8610782368708073062/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=8610782368708073062" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/8610782368708073062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/8610782368708073062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/dLjd_f_u7gM/love-culture-society.html" title="Love , Culture, Society" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-culture-society.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EEQXsyeSp7ImA9WxNUF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-9093471310975046833</id><published>2009-11-10T00:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:10:00.591+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-10T01:10:00.591+05:30</app:edited><title>Refreshing Movie-AJAB PREM KI GAJAB KAHANI</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GBW9qczwrdIHK90FVPXpQtSUYXw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GBW9qczwrdIHK90FVPXpQtSUYXw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GBW9qczwrdIHK90FVPXpQtSUYXw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GBW9qczwrdIHK90FVPXpQtSUYXw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Quite A few years ago I fell into love in similar way the hero get into in this movie.I love this movie because of the innocence that the protagonist conveys through his acting.I love the way he handles his character and also the opposite lady.&lt;br /&gt;The memorable thing is that in 2001  November only I found myself in fully love with this girl.SO many years after I am with her.we did not realize.The dates I don't remember them. I wish I could.&lt;br /&gt;Chiki -my love of that era is now my lovely wife.we both twinkled when we saw the propose scene in the film.I love her.Quite refreshing. I just feel the same way I felt years back in college when I die for a glimpse of her hair strands at least if not the face.That will be big story if i would start here..So, leave it.. I am happy watching with her. And also I feel I am very very lucky to get my love with me for my rest of life...Rest of the things I don't want to write ...But full of feelings...&lt;br /&gt;................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;............................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;This special dots are for my love.&lt;br /&gt;Blank spaces filled with sea of love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-9093471310975046833?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/yUk6Ocrmi9Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/9093471310975046833/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=9093471310975046833" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/9093471310975046833?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/9093471310975046833?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/yUk6Ocrmi9Q/refreshing-movie-ajab-prem-ki-gajab.html" title="Refreshing Movie-AJAB PREM KI GAJAB KAHANI" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2009/11/refreshing-movie-ajab-prem-ki-gajab.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABRH49cCp7ImA9WxNWGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-3900087818697301055</id><published>2009-10-20T00:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:29:15.068+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-20T00:29:15.068+05:30</app:edited><title>Blogging or Twitting</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FLX11f-ymGbrqZz3k1BvKBIMizE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FLX11f-ymGbrqZz3k1BvKBIMizE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FLX11f-ymGbrqZz3k1BvKBIMizE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FLX11f-ymGbrqZz3k1BvKBIMizE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am just thinking of the Title of the story I am going to write. Sorry this is not a story. I am confused because I just want to write down something .My life is missing something. I know when everything comes to you as per your wish, then this type of&amp;nbsp; misery occurs.I really need some adventure or risk in my life.I have to do something.&lt;br /&gt;
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This blog is more or less like a twitter account for me. I really dont understand why I am writting all the bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;
I heard that if you are an expert of something then you can use blog as a source of income for yourself.So&amp;nbsp; what&amp;nbsp; kind of expert I am . I studied some subject for 4 long years. I never can boast of being an expert of that subject.&lt;br /&gt;
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This blog is like a diary of me. I just keep tracing it to find out where did I hang out last Sunday or last year same day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-3900087818697301055?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/vr2lsRdu-Ys" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/3900087818697301055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=3900087818697301055" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/3900087818697301055?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/3900087818697301055?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/vr2lsRdu-Ys/blogging-or-twitting.html" title="Blogging or Twitting" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-or-twitting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAGR3YzeSp7ImA9WxNXGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-7991446048070421776</id><published>2009-10-07T00:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:48:46.881+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-07T00:48:46.881+05:30</app:edited><title>LEON- The Hit-Man(Movie Just I saw)</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4z6BJLbyp87zcDXmVW5T4SmzGIw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4z6BJLbyp87zcDXmVW5T4SmzGIw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4z6BJLbyp87zcDXmVW5T4SmzGIw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4z6BJLbyp87zcDXmVW5T4SmzGIw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have just seen this film.Just love the way those two characters mathilda and leon act in the film.. I just can not remember the male actors name. but i saw many films of him fighting ,defending.But this time emotions are stronger part to play in his role. and He did justice to his part.. I really loved watching his movie.&lt;br /&gt;A strange kind of love story it wants us to tell through the film. I can not digest , but just can no ignore it- it may also happen  like many other unexpected things in our life.&lt;br /&gt;i love one or two dialogue of this movie also- mathilda asked "do you like it".leon responded yes. then mathilda queried then say it..And another instance Mathilda asked  whether life is such a hard only in childhood days or forever?Leon responded coolly it is hard forever.&lt;br /&gt;That is very true.Life is always like that. it is not simple as we most expect from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-7991446048070421776?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/2ZXDmLBDhhs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/7991446048070421776/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=7991446048070421776" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/7991446048070421776?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/7991446048070421776?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/2ZXDmLBDhhs/leon.html" title="LEON- The Hit-Man(Movie Just I saw)" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2009/10/leon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QMSHs-eSp7ImA9WxNRE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-8647020964061222068</id><published>2009-09-07T23:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:13:09.551+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-07T23:13:09.551+05:30</app:edited><title>Mishap Month</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zMlNEokfGd7Uq8OxE082ESf41No/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zMlNEokfGd7Uq8OxE082ESf41No/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zMlNEokfGd7Uq8OxE082ESf41No/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zMlNEokfGd7Uq8OxE082ESf41No/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I recall the same months of 2008 it horrifies me .Those were the saddest part of my early marriage life . My wife had a surgery due to her nail infection. Her nail got stuck inside the&amp;nbsp;hinge&amp;nbsp;of the sector-12 bathroom door,when we are rushing for a temple .lesson#1- NEVER hurry.&lt;br /&gt;
After nail removal operation she was&amp;nbsp;continuously&amp;nbsp;crying for&amp;nbsp;at least&amp;nbsp;7 days.I &amp;nbsp;am such a pathetic&amp;nbsp;viewer&amp;nbsp;at those point of time. I was just seeing those&amp;nbsp;pains&amp;nbsp;of her,but can not&amp;nbsp;share&amp;nbsp;it.Lesson#2-Be careful, because if your not then anything can go wrong at&amp;nbsp;any time&amp;nbsp;. And the pain (physical ) will be born by only one person, that is you, no other person can share with you.&lt;br /&gt;
This year My wife is suffering from some pain in her right arm.No such reasons are obtained,yet to see a specialist.It was there for a long time now.&amp;nbsp;perhaps&amp;nbsp;one month.So &amp;nbsp;we have to be care&amp;nbsp;full&amp;nbsp;now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-8647020964061222068?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/OrRVUIKjIyc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/8647020964061222068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=8647020964061222068" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/8647020964061222068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/8647020964061222068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/OrRVUIKjIyc/mishap-month.html" title="Mishap Month" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2009/09/mishap-month.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMARn46cSp7ImA9WxNTGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-3350950183520433600</id><published>2009-08-21T21:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:30:47.019+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-21T21:30:47.019+05:30</app:edited><title>Mishaps-A cyclic process?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X9vlBycTIg3LNlVDuMpOWoo8uts/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X9vlBycTIg3LNlVDuMpOWoo8uts/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X9vlBycTIg3LNlVDuMpOWoo8uts/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X9vlBycTIg3LNlVDuMpOWoo8uts/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I really don't know why some days&amp;nbsp; seem to be so gloomy out there.Because of incidents which we don't desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Day before yesterday I fell down while working and on that same day my neighbour ,who is my batch mate here,also met with some minor accident during duty.It is just a coincidence or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I did not care about the sprain I receive by the twist of my ankle but&amp;nbsp; 3 hrs later I find myself miserable.I have to go to hospital as i can't bear the pain at all.It was a sever sprain doctor reported.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;One year before aprrox in the same time my wife got injured in her right thumb.It was so severe that she had to undergo nail-removal operation.It was pathetic .I was feeling her pain but could not do anything to soothe her.That was really horrible for me. I hated blood for years. But when I stand near her for her nail operation, I saw the whole bloody thing in front my eyes. I could not let my wife to see those things although she was insisting-crying out of pain .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I drifted away from my topic perhaps.Today again , when I am recovering from my sprain, my neighbour's son had fallen from TV stand (low height),and started crying for hours.To find out what happens to him took us half an hour as he is too small to speak for himself.After doctor's consultation it found out to be&amp;nbsp; a joint dislocation case .So after his cure he is now ok, his father is also ok with his small accident . I am recovering fast. Tomorrow I may join duty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So some days&amp;nbsp; are really bad for some reasons.And so coincidental that we forced to ponder a little.But still I believe that it is not a cyclic process or coincidental ,it just happens once in a while just to remind us to be careful&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Watch Your Steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-3350950183520433600?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/Q4rjAkYbpLs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/3350950183520433600/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=3350950183520433600" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/3350950183520433600?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/3350950183520433600?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/Q4rjAkYbpLs/mishaps-cyclic-process.html" title="Mishaps-A cyclic process?" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2009/08/mishaps-cyclic-process.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4FRncycCp7ImA9WxJaGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3654626421040700248.post-882251551356859314</id><published>2009-08-09T19:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:55:17.998+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-09T19:55:17.998+05:30</app:edited><title>Happy Days</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9aS1fHhx_uqp0ETINidt_YN4-rg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9aS1fHhx_uqp0ETINidt_YN4-rg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9aS1fHhx_uqp0ETINidt_YN4-rg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/9aS1fHhx_uqp0ETINidt_YN4-rg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;These are in real terms can be called as the happy days of my life, because I feel all critical parameters are in a balance nowadays.But One thing is missing in these parameters.And I feel very hard to explain it.We-me and my wife are happy because we both are contributing towards our life's enjoyment.We are trying to make our life seem to be happy situation.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is something which I am missing. I don't know that. But I personally feel doing such a mediocre job(not in financial terms) all along my life ,should I feel satisfied with that?Did I miss something from my life?&lt;br /&gt;Do I expect something else from my life?Then what is that... perhaps I know,may be I don't know. But There is something which I have to do along with these normal ones which I have to do for our livelihood.&lt;br /&gt;Something which I long for is happiness in my heart-mind-body-soul system.Not just seem to be happy enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3654626421040700248-882251551356859314?l=abhimanril.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~4/1dyF-g2yYe4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/feeds/882251551356859314/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3654626421040700248&amp;postID=882251551356859314" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/882251551356859314?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3654626421040700248/posts/default/882251551356859314?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/-itsMyLife-/~3/1dyF-g2yYe4/happy-days.html" title="Happy Days" /><author><name>abhiman harichandan</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/108483324477619077667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-P9iaFbXC4oE/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABFM/DZ7dwn5r7Q4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://abhimanril.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

