<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 17 May 2026 09:08:12 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Life</category><category>Hindi</category><category>Poetry</category><category>Broad Picture</category><category>Calendar</category><category>Career</category><category>Change</category><category>Child</category><category>Companion</category><category>Darkness</category><category>Decision</category><category>Dreams</category><category>Fear</category><category>Freedom</category><category>General</category><category>Happiness</category><category>Inception</category><category>Learning</category><category>Light</category><category>Marriage</category><category>New Year</category><category>Passion</category><category>Paulo Coelho</category><category>Quotes</category><category>Treasure</category><category>Valentine&#39;s</category><category>Vivekananda</category><title>Chintan&#39;s thoughts</title><description>Thinking has no boundaries......</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-1335548094015350391</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Mar 2026 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-03-28T18:55:48.495+05:30</atom:updated><title>Why is it difficult to start something new?</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #363737; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcH6-mt57lnYbEAiPwnp8X2JVqtOUkf49hEZMef2sxUS7tBbIwzI1aOw4JPJUTgWs3NdlfieSBy8tUGal50ePfN42tFoEWrd6d9fEyL-h7pBLSMVNvv50nU_cw5i8wN6IGeMjjicyfMwRbVQ7UDDlOZuftCZw3huKIEbPT-4alm9q2hFk9Pve8Hs00/s1168/primitive%20man.webp&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;980&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1168&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcH6-mt57lnYbEAiPwnp8X2JVqtOUkf49hEZMef2sxUS7tBbIwzI1aOw4JPJUTgWs3NdlfieSBy8tUGal50ePfN42tFoEWrd6d9fEyL-h7pBLSMVNvv50nU_cw5i8wN6IGeMjjicyfMwRbVQ7UDDlOZuftCZw3huKIEbPT-4alm9q2hFk9Pve8Hs00/w239-h200/primitive%20man.webp&quot; width=&quot;239&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #777777; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.15px;&quot;&gt;Primitive man on knees for first time breeds bonfire using stick and friction force&lt;br /&gt;Image credit :&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a data-saferedirecturl=&quot;https://www.google.com/url?q=http://vecteezy.com&amp;amp;source=gmail&amp;amp;ust=1774790516415000&amp;amp;usg=AOvVaw04PDCuU-619CnUT0d6HO__&quot; href=&quot;http://vecteezy.com/&quot; style=&quot;color: #1155cc; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: -0.15px;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;vecteezy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #363737; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #363737; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;&quot;&gt;Just imagine, our very early ancestors, the primitive men, chose their comfort zones and continued with their way of life - hunting, eating, sleeping and above all, surviving. Would they have been able to survive? Even if they survived anyhow and that made me and you exist today, would I be able to write this and would you be able to read this? So what made us grow and help us reach this stage?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #363737; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The only answer is, that men after men, women after women, started something new, always. Someone discovered fire, someone invented wheel, someone started agriculture, someone started to speak and write language, someone started something else, and so we evolved. What if they didn’t start anything new? We, I and you, probably could not be existing today, let alone growing. At least not me writing this and you reading this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #363737; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;If starting something new is a basic instinct, why do we sometimes find it so difficult to start something new?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #363737; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Have you observed that sometimes, the same people who turned out great in initiating big things, were not able to start the smallest of things? Rather than inability, it is the lack of willingness that plays a major role in this. This willingness is driven by many factors, like matters of survival, life &amp;amp; death situations, motivation, etc. These are the factors that lead the men to great initiatives, but these factors might be absent when the same men are starting or trying to start even the smallest and mundane initiatives; they keep on trying and trying and trying, but not starting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #363737; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you overcome this “challenge”?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #363737; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;You can overcome this challenge, by challenging yourself, in every situation, big or small. Challenge is the biggest motivation. Keep your challenges big for bigger problems. I am not dwelling much on this, because you don’t actually need to challenge yourself for solving bigger problems, the circumstances challenge you and you have no other choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #363737; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;But when it comes to smaller initiative and if you are facing starting block and you are procrastinating, don’t forget to challenge yourself in solving such smaller problems, of course with smaller challenges, or introduce smaller motivations for smaller initiatives. The example of smaller challenges is how fast and efficiently you can start something and try to beat yourself every time - you will finish of course because starting something was the challenge, not the finishing; or you can introduce competitions in your daily lives with someone in your family, with your partner, with your friend. You can also introduce smaller motivations for smaller initiatives - such as rewarding yourself once you start and finish something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #363737; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 26px; margin: 0px 0px 20px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is boring without challenges.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2026/03/why-is-it-difficult-to-start-something.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcH6-mt57lnYbEAiPwnp8X2JVqtOUkf49hEZMef2sxUS7tBbIwzI1aOw4JPJUTgWs3NdlfieSBy8tUGal50ePfN42tFoEWrd6d9fEyL-h7pBLSMVNvv50nU_cw5i8wN6IGeMjjicyfMwRbVQ7UDDlOZuftCZw3huKIEbPT-4alm9q2hFk9Pve8Hs00/s72-w239-h200-c/primitive%20man.webp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-8591676162024176175</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2026 14:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2026-03-18T21:07:00.825+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hindi</category><title>पल</title><description>&lt;h4 style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style=&quot;line-height: normal; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 4;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;सिकुड़ता ठिठुरता&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;जलता जलाता पल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;गहरा
सा एक ज़ख्म दे जाता पल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;शाम
की अंगड़ाई में जब दिन ढल जाए&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;किसी
अपने की गोद में&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;सुकून&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;का पल।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;पहले भी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;यहीं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;था&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;अब भी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;यहीं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;न जाने तुम क्यों भटकते ढूंढते
रहे उसे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;धैर्य और श्रद्धा से अगर करते
ख्वाहिश&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;HI&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 107%;&quot;&gt;तो अपने ही अंदर मिल जाता वही
पल।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;

</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2026/03/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-421697408799465305</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2014 09:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-03T15:19:08.222+05:30</atom:updated><title>Meaning of friendship</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;कोई&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;गर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;जो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;मुझ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;से&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;पूछे&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;क्या&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;हासिल&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;किया&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;ज़िन्दगी&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;में&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;मैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;कहूँगा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;कि&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;ए&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;दोस्त&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;आखिर&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;कोई&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;पूछने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;वाला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;तो&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Mangal, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;मिला&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;I wrote the above lines some years ago. The inherent feeling of
these lines may be sad, but there is some hope in them. When you have lost
everything, you are totally down and you do not know which direction you are
headed to; then if someone asks you how you have been, it feels like a new hope:
&lt;i&gt;“there is at least one person who cares
for you”&lt;/i&gt;. It is this hope, which is the real achievement of life. When I
wrote this, I did not realize I have addressed that person as a ‘dost’, a
friend. Now when I rethink, a friend seems to be an obvious choice. Who else
will ask you such a sincere question without any expectations?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;Like any other relationship, friendship is also not sans any
expectations. It happens to you with a purpose to fulfill your need to find a
companion. You do not want to keep everything inside you. At the same time, you
cannot share yourself with everyone. Therefore, you need friends with whom you
can share the inside of you. And this sharing is mostly mutual and natural.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;Friendship can have different meanings. It can be a relationship
with the feelings of trust and understanding or it can be just the way you
spend your time with someone and be occupied. That also is the case for
romantic relationships. What makes friendship so special then? It is the
qualities of purity and unconditionality attached with friendship, which make
it special. Friendship means freedom, friendship means being natural. Being
natural is the most natural way of friendship. You ought to accept a friend the
way he or she is. That is the essence of friendship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;Over the time, you start filtering your friends on the sieve of
trust and unconditionality. That is the reason, the number of your friends
start diminishing over the time. After the filtering, the very few friends that
remain are the real treasure you will have. This number, if you are being honest,
will not be big, may be two percent of the friends you have on social networks
or may be just &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt;. These are the friends with whom you
can be natural forever. You will wish to spend time with them, may be virtually
if not possible bodily, without any reason. You can be yourself and let him or
her remain the way he or she is. This kind of freedom is not there even in the
romantic or parental relationships, which are laden with expectations, unless
you maintain those relationships with a touch of friendship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Consider yourself blessed
if you have at least one such friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2014/08/meaning-of-frienship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-72164686776527323</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 09:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T16:17:09.723+05:30</atom:updated><title>Karma</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;While reading some random articles sometimes back, I came across an interesting thinking somewhere that the nature has failed to evolve in tandem with the evolving technology. I found that quite interesting. We have mobile phones, we have internet, TV, books, newspapers- many of these evolved radically in the last few years in terms of technology, availability and affordability. On the other hand, thousand years ago we had two hands, eight fingers, two thumbs and just one brain. That hasn’t changed with time! To overcome this gap, that one little brain has commanded its senses and its bodily servants to adapt to the new requirements, albeit to some extent. That brain has developed a skill to do things simultaneously, which is the skill of the new era, ‘multitasking’. It is amusing to observe the change in our lifestyles - at home or at work - over the years. We have different communication mediums at our disposal, which makes us available for more number of tasks simultaneously.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;We are trained to think that life is easy with various scheduling programmes- from basic Outlook to more complex ones- which allow us to multitask. I will cite my experience to illustrate how flawed this thinking is. Earlier, I used to work on my tasks one-by-one. If something with higher priority came up during this, I would simply attempt the new more important one and then again resume the current task, mostly in chronological order. A task was never postponed in a sense that no new date or time was assigned for such low priority tasks. Now, for any task, I simply schedule it and assign a day to it on Outlook. I will also set a reminder for the task, which sounds cool because I need not bother remembering that task. So far so good. The trouble starts with postponing of the task if it is of lower priority, which I will do because I can still attempt it later when my gadget or software would remind me. Other new tasks will still keep coming up meanwhile. In the process, the task of lower priority will not be attempted whenever I can, but will be postponed to be attempted when I will be reminded for that. What I don’t realize is the stress it creates on my subconscious by remaining un-fulfilled during all this time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;There are countless such situations where we actually go on adding stress. In all these changes, we have stopped enjoying what we do. We have moved from the principle of ‘karma’ to more technical- ‘tasks’. The gadgets, which were meant to simplify our lives, are actually becoming our masters. We are so much engaged with our gadgets, be it mobile, web or TV, that we are losing touch with the real world. Solution? No one can offer that. Because the solution lies within us. Do not become a slave of time, of your tasks or your goals. Live in the moment and enjoy what you do. The tasks will be performed and the goals will be achieved in the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2011/07/karma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><georss:featurename>Anand, Gujarat, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>22.560869 72.954772999999932</georss:point><georss:box>22.53009 72.929993499999938 22.591648 72.979552499999926</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-8768787798212841696</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Apr 2011 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T16:18:03.791+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dreams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Inception</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vivekananda</category><title>Dreams</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Dreams... small or big, dreams during sleep or day dreams, single occurrence dreams or recurring dreams, sweet dreams or nightmares... everybody experiences them. Dreams can be insignificant or they can have profound impact on one’s life. For my five year old child, her dream is mostly repetition of the events during the day, at home, at school or the moments spent with her friends. On the other hand, for some people, dreams are equivalent of ambitions. They possess the skill to visualise future, to visualise what they want to achieve. In a nutshell, dreams have so many facets and, I believe, are still a mysterious phenomenon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;What is a dream? Webster’s dictionary defines dream as ‘&lt;i&gt;the thoughts, or series of thoughts, or imaginary transactions, which occupy the mind during sleep; a sleeping vision&lt;/i&gt;’. A SLEEPING VISION – isn’t it an over simplistic definition for such a complex phenomenon? This definition is highly incomplete to explain visualisation of future while being awake or lucid dreaming, where one has control over his/her dream, its characters, its events and so on- even while sleeping, or day dreaming where one is semi-awake. In fact, science always deals with dreams in a very technical manner. It often associates dreams with a neurophysical theory of Rapid Eye Movement (REM). Infants and even foetuses are said to have dreams through REM. But what would constitute the dream of a foetus is beyond my imagination! (Please explain it to me in the comments section if you know the answer). The movie ‘Inception’ went many steps forward and introduced us to a world, where dreams could be switched on and off, anybody could enter into somebody else’s dream at will and there were multi layered dreams (a dream within a dream, which was in another dream, all dreamt by different persons)!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;I believe, dreams are beyond science and not just a technical term. Dreams are reflections of one’s subconscious mind, one’s soul, one’s persona. They can be just repetition of events, as in the case of my five year old daughter and many others. They can be nightmares, if your subconscious is occupied with some fear. If your subconscious is obsessed with someone (or something), you will have fantasy dreams. Your dreams can recur if your conscious mind is unable to interpret what your subconscious mind has to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;One of the most important factors differentiating visionaries from others is how they exploit their dreams as their guiding force for achievement of a purpose. Even more important is that they are able to instil the same habit in their followers. A dream does not have a copyright; it can be dreamt by anyone. But to succeed, you will have to imprint it in your minds, both conscious and subconscious. You will have to develop a habit of visualising your dream, till it is fulfilled. Mind you, you need not be asleep for that. If you are not able to develop that habit yourself, find some mentor who can help you with this. This habit will come naturally to you with practice and perseverance. Follow what Swami Vivekananda has said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;“Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;Have a good day. Sweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2011/04/dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-1937484107068048564</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Mar 2011 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T16:19:31.021+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Darkness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Light</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Passion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Power of Passion</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;A light in the deep recesses, craving to be free;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Embracing the infinite world, was its only earnest wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Countless obstacles lay ahead, ominous at every step,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Evil darkness threatened, guzzling all its strength.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;The darkness was conceited, overtly boastful and proud,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Unaware of the strength, of the light hidden in the cloud.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Laced with tingling passion, the light was destined to shine,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Washed out the darkness, with all its strength combined.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;The darkness again returned, with fierce retribution,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;The light wasn’t afraid; it possessed the power of passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Bookman Old Style&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2011/03/power-of-passion.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-5768989103056984939</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Feb 2011 00:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T16:21:57.965+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Companion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Freedom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Marriage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Valentine&#39;s</category><title>Valenversary</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5BHhw3r0sDhLaUb-f7zAmBlUyDNSv8PqJx6esACQTzCiepr-vMpwfE43tEdTbRu42s3uKWjZZ94UjUcGG_zM6ckbeDugc3yqs2UcWDgIEdvfF-KODIilzeGol_-f9TnZoVvkM1BH/s1600/images1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5BHhw3r0sDhLaUb-f7zAmBlUyDNSv8PqJx6esACQTzCiepr-vMpwfE43tEdTbRu42s3uKWjZZ94UjUcGG_zM6ckbeDugc3yqs2UcWDgIEdvfF-KODIilzeGol_-f9TnZoVvkM1BH/s1600/images1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Expectations, curiosity, nervousness, dreams .... a bouquet of feelings flooded my heart that day. It was 14 February 2005. Valentine’s Day, a day with a lot of significance for folks around the globe. A number of hearts were going to bloom that day and probably a higher number of hearts were going to break as well. For me, my heart and my life was destined to flourish that day onwards, forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1bOzYSUu8Ikr2WliUjeP5ooPbr-Ax07OdWGPxf7ldX1Kk7xy8wTbVpKCO1o7kfGGgL00osXXFPO0vEQT7GpIfUWr8zNLHGa9bfQGGmZe03Fiiga6rTUaoUYXRk7l0iNTDqSl8863/s1600/images2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil1bOzYSUu8Ikr2WliUjeP5ooPbr-Ax07OdWGPxf7ldX1Kk7xy8wTbVpKCO1o7kfGGgL00osXXFPO0vEQT7GpIfUWr8zNLHGa9bfQGGmZe03Fiiga6rTUaoUYXRk7l0iNTDqSl8863/s1600/images2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;The Valentine’s day of 2005 will always be a special day for me and also for my wife. After a courtship of four years, we were getting married that day. That is why those feelings... expectations, curiosity, nervousness, dreams and a lot more unknown ones... flooded my heart. Was my life going to change, forever, with a sense of security of a companion or will I lose my freedom? Will the love we had for each other will flourish or was it born only out of yearning for each other and fade out with time after we were united? Lot of questions arose in my mind and, I’m damn sure, in her mind too.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRQXHK7TawmBTzWn8TXQuvBN5Gypy_-RYPUWyZ0AKhwfk8MsyBBhqnz_lOmNYAiPsg7qZLp2f1u3GdNMOYz_m_UAvuvQIILppMyaek_kkOODM5Y967brH0SOVtiPvmYmjGk_lpxr4/s1600/images3.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRQXHK7TawmBTzWn8TXQuvBN5Gypy_-RYPUWyZ0AKhwfk8MsyBBhqnz_lOmNYAiPsg7qZLp2f1u3GdNMOYz_m_UAvuvQIILppMyaek_kkOODM5Y967brH0SOVtiPvmYmjGk_lpxr4/s1600/images3.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;The Valentine’s Day in 2011 is our sixth marriage anniversary; I call it ‘Valenversary’. As we are completing six years of the journey of the life together, I have not yet found complete answers to those questions which arose in my mind on the day of my wedding. In fact, the complete answers cannot be found as it is a continuing process and our journey is not yet complete. Nevertheless, the answers I have found, to whatever extent, are gratifying enough for my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Yes, there was love born out of yearning for that girl I was engaged with. Probably it was what is called infatuation. That is the feeling, many confuse with love. The bond of marriage provided anchor to that infatuation. In the meanwhile, we got the gift of our marriage, our daughter, who grounded this anchor even more firmly. The bond has actually grown stronger during the journey. The infatuation has converted into love and it has flourished ever after. When? I don’t even know that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Yes, I have lost some freedom I enjoyed earlier. I have lost the freedom of doing the things which are harmful to me- to behave irrationally, to do whatever I like without considering consequences, to exert “It’s my life” when actually not being in control of it. But, on the other hand, I have got more freedom, the ‘freedom of expression’. I can share anything with wife. I can share the worst of my behaviour without being judged. I can share the worst of my fears with the sense of security that my companion will understand it. This freedom, believe me, it’s priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: 130%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Thank you my companion. Wish you have a very happy sixth Valenversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2011/02/valenversary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5BHhw3r0sDhLaUb-f7zAmBlUyDNSv8PqJx6esACQTzCiepr-vMpwfE43tEdTbRu42s3uKWjZZ94UjUcGG_zM6ckbeDugc3yqs2UcWDgIEdvfF-KODIilzeGol_-f9TnZoVvkM1BH/s72-c/images1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-8906397957050138157</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 09:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T16:22:36.252+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Change</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Decision</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fear</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Fear of Change</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;The world is deprived of much of the potential talent, for which the fear of change plays a major role. Amitabh Bachchan started as a radio announcer (RJ was not in vogue at that time). His talent was hidden in acting and he went on to become one of the most celebrated actors India has produced. What he would be today had he not changed his career path at the right time? For that matter, just imagine Rajanikanth continuing as a bus conductor throughout his life or Sachin Tendulkar continuing with fast bowling. They became icons, but only after they changed their life paths in the right direction, unlike many talented individuals reluctant to change because of fear of uncertainty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Change is the only constant in life, they say. It is probably one of the most clichéd statements. If people acknowledge this, why is change the most dreaded phenomenon at the same time? I have seen individuals dragging on with their lives because they fear change. Many suffer from frustration and depression because they fear change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The justifying philosophy for reluctance to change, in most cases, is ‘why fix something which ain’t broken?’. &amp;nbsp;Even if we acknowledge ‘what is broken’, we ‘move on’ with life unless the change is a compulsion and thrust upon us. Only when we are on the verge of being broken ‘entirely’, we are ready to change. This level is the ‘threshold’ level.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;We need to identify the threshold level for any situation in advance in order we can manage this fear of change. This process of identification is the first major roadblock in the process. Once we overcome this roadblock, we need to define different levels of alertness based on the threshold level. We need to define an alarming level. We also need to define a ‘decision making’ level. All these levels necessarily have to be lower than the threshold level.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The next roadblock comes at the time of decision making, which is the most difficult part in the management of fear. With any decision, uncertainty is associated. This uncertainty is in fact the root cause of the fear. Even with detailed planning, we cannot guess all the repercussions of a decision in advance. We should seek the solutions for all possible adverse repercussions. But in any case, the decision making should not be held back till the situation reaches the threshold level. Once we have identified a ‘decision making’ level, the decision must be made at that level. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;apple-style-span&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Stay committed to your decision. The resultant situation, even if adverse, won’t be worse than being entirely broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2011/01/fear-of-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-8876447633215189753</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Jan 2011 07:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T16:23:04.127+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Calendar</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New Year</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paulo Coelho</category><title>Euphoria</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Read whatever, login to whatever- be it a newspaper, facebook, twitter or SMS today, you will find euphoria of the New Year. Every other person is wishing an individual, selected individuals, a group of people, or all the people in the world. I have even received official wishes from my credit card company, my life insurance company and the list goes on. I have received mails of wishes from those colleagues from far-off locations, whom I do not know. What am I supposed to do, if my mail ID is included in a long list of IDs in a mail wishing happy New Year? Should I feel happy? Should I reply at all or delete that mail?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;At times, this behaviour feels childish. But, what would become of life if we delete such behaviour from the log? Would you remember 1st January as a special date, if there were no wishing of a New Year? Without them, it would just become another date. It is this euphoria, with which you associate 1st of January or a New Year in any calendar. Life is not made of just dates, calendar is a suitable place for them. Life is made of memories and memories are built by moments. These moments never recur. You have to live them NOW. If you don’t do it NOW, it will be lost FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Paulo Coelho has rightly said: &lt;em&gt;&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are too many serious people trying to get everybody else to be too darned serious.&quot; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Don’t fall into a trap by such people. Spread happiness. Live in the moments. Cherish them and build memories. On that note, wish all the people in the world very happy 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2011/01/euphoria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-4055016914418145496</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Dec 2010 07:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T16:23:42.446+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Broad Picture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>Search result: “happiness”. NOT FOUND</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKimNHHzcfRj55Eix7BIlV1LJJTv3iC1Ex_hqtDi5ZYN1eiyWctnXYyqpM0rIxXH_XjIT9HCsdXpnhUcVFKYCieh4HXH8D3ioZjVmyFux7WTk6tdsUYMtjTd4uezEf-CAXkHK93CL/s1600/imagesCAH4TSLS.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555640097201249138&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKimNHHzcfRj55Eix7BIlV1LJJTv3iC1Ex_hqtDi5ZYN1eiyWctnXYyqpM0rIxXH_XjIT9HCsdXpnhUcVFKYCieh4HXH8D3ioZjVmyFux7WTk6tdsUYMtjTd4uezEf-CAXkHK93CL/s400/imagesCAH4TSLS.jpg&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; float: left; height: 179px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 281px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt; “I am laying the cable, a new one.” A labourer replied fervently when an acquaintance passing from there on his bicycle asked him casually what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The man was working on a task of laying optical fibre network in my residential campus. I was observing him from my window. The man had just committed a mistake of digging out at a wrong place. His supervisor pointed out the mistake almost scolding him and then marked the line where it should have been dug up. All his efforts for about 90 minutes got wasted. What was lost was hard labour. He had just started to work on the right place this time. Yet, he came up with such a fervent reply. The man was able to visualize the final result of his work. He knew what he was doing. He wasn’t just “digging up a pit”. He was “laying the cable, a new one”.&lt;br /&gt;
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We look at a setback as the end. When we start to accept a setback as part of the process, a larger process, we will be happier.&lt;br /&gt;
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The incident I narrated reminds me of a story. It has always been an inspirational one for me. Even if one is not fond of stories, this one deserves to be read again and again:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few men were busy on a construction site. A curious visitor asked one of them: “What are you doing?” The man replied: “Can’t you see? I am digging out soil.” On further questioning, the man replied: “If you want to know further, ask our supervisor. I’m so busy”.&lt;br /&gt;
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The visitor then asked another man. His reply was “I am busy preparing the foundation for a huge structure. I need to finish this by today or I will be screwed.” After the experience with the first man, the visitor didn’t think it wise to further question this man.&lt;br /&gt;
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The visitor, however, wasn’t satisfied. He asked yet another man. The third man replied gaily: “Thanks for taking interest mister. WE are constructing a grand temple!” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We often aren’t satisfied with our work, our family and our life because we just don’t look at the broad picture. We look at the incidents in pieces. The piecemeal approach is necessary if we want to accomplish something in an orderly manner. But, if we don’t have that “something” to accomplish or if we do not know what that “something” is and what it means to us, we lose the meaning in performing those pieces. We need a broad picture. We need to inculcate the habit of looking at the broad picture in whatever task we perform. Only then, the life will be beautiful and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2010/12/search-result-happiness-not-found.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoKimNHHzcfRj55Eix7BIlV1LJJTv3iC1Ex_hqtDi5ZYN1eiyWctnXYyqpM0rIxXH_XjIT9HCsdXpnhUcVFKYCieh4HXH8D3ioZjVmyFux7WTk6tdsUYMtjTd4uezEf-CAXkHK93CL/s72-c/imagesCAH4TSLS.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-3740591471230761843</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-04T11:48:38.343+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hindi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><title>Wings of Desire</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uh11ldVGp08ziDkzAZ0PPdSvS-iqyx9u0Q-RB7iDYNhnwrAF6C_4KrhEhk64aLP_U8BeTJ-rUHxje9-RGdBy6AAtleus7oyboOmxTcSFZpb14aUQ7BXSc_-ECBDb5_7MRKI4_nrI/s1600/IMG_0606.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531844816379991234&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uh11ldVGp08ziDkzAZ0PPdSvS-iqyx9u0Q-RB7iDYNhnwrAF6C_4KrhEhk64aLP_U8BeTJ-rUHxje9-RGdBy6AAtleus7oyboOmxTcSFZpb14aUQ7BXSc_-ECBDb5_7MRKI4_nrI/s400/IMG_0606.JPG&quot; style=&quot;cursor: hand; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;trebuchet ms&#39;;&quot;&gt;मैं पडा था कहीं ज़मीन पर। खुश था।&lt;br /&gt;
वहां चहल पहल थी, खुशियाँ थी।&lt;br /&gt;
लोग आते थे, बैठते थे, बातें करते थे। साथ में गाते थे, हँसते थे, रोते थे।&lt;br /&gt;
फिर किसीने कहा, उड़ना शीखो; दुनिया को ऊँचाई से देखो;&lt;br /&gt;
दुनिया बड़ी हसीन नज़र आयेगी।&lt;br /&gt;
मैंने फिर प्लास्टिक के पंख लगाए। उड़ता चला ऊपर गगन में।&lt;br /&gt;
नदी देखी, झरनें देखे, दरिया देखा।&lt;br /&gt;
अब भी वहां नीचे चहल पहल थी। लोग हँसते थे, गाते थे, रोते थे;&lt;br /&gt;
पर मैं शामिल नहीं था।&lt;br /&gt;
थोड़ा और ऊपर ऊडा, सोचा वे लोग नहीं तो खुदा ही मील जाए।&lt;br /&gt;
अब बहोत ऊपर हूँ।&lt;br /&gt;
अब झरनें, दरिया नहीं दीखते।&lt;br /&gt;
अब तो वहां नीचे की चहल पहल भी नहीं दिखती।&lt;br /&gt;
अब सोचता हूँ इन पंखों को ऊखाड फ़ेंक दूं। फिर ख़याल आता हैं,&lt;br /&gt;
बिना पंख नीचे गीरुंगा।&lt;br /&gt;
सोचा हैं, खुदा से पूछ लूं, पर...&lt;br /&gt;
वह भी तो कमबख्त नहीं मिला। &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2010/10/wings-of-desire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2uh11ldVGp08ziDkzAZ0PPdSvS-iqyx9u0Q-RB7iDYNhnwrAF6C_4KrhEhk64aLP_U8BeTJ-rUHxje9-RGdBy6AAtleus7oyboOmxTcSFZpb14aUQ7BXSc_-ECBDb5_7MRKI4_nrI/s72-c/IMG_0606.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-8510456861863127320</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 07:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T16:24:20.486+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Child</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Treasure</category><title>Managing life the child way</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span xmlns=&quot;&quot;&gt;I am home from office. It was one of the bad days at office. I always felt the regional offices were not cooperating and the boss was not ready to listen. Who has created this creature named boss? Anyway, I somehow managed him and then these clients, putting undue pressure on me. Arrrgghhh.... when this is going to end? So, here I am home, after a bad day. My child is playing there, with that bubbly energy. My wife gives me a welcome tea (ahh I love tea) to relieve the stress of the day. Just then my child hops on me to show her school fees receipt she received from her class teacher. That&#39;s it.... she spills my tea, spoiling my favourite shirt. Now I get really angry with her. I am angry even with my wife, I think she is supposed to teach her. My child is now about to cry, goes to her mother. After a few minutes, she is once again playing there with the same bubbly energy.&lt;/span&gt; On the other side, it takes about an hour for me to even speak something. And it takes more hours to behave in a normal way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot; xmlns=&quot;&quot;&gt;The next day I am home. For a change, today it was one of the good days at office. I am in mood to play with my child. Yes that selfish I am that my playing with my child depends on my mood swings! Suddenly, I accidently put my foot on something and we hear a cracking sound. It is a toy, a favourite toy of my child to be specific. Now she is crying like anything. I say sorry. Once again, after a few minutes, she is back to normalcy and starts playing with that same bubbly energy. Moreover, she even does not mind playing with me who has broken her favourite toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Have you ever noticed the behaviour of children when they are together. They fight on petty issues, but these fights do not last more than a few minutes, sometimes may stretch longer, but never last overnight. Even we all were the same way when we were kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;It brings us to question why have we changed? Is this change desirable? We know the answer. Then why have we changed and why cannot we change back to the original? If my boss tells me something I do not like, I still can forget it after a few minutes. If somebody puts undue pressure on me, I can tackle it, and if it&#39;s not possible, I can at least forget about it after some time. It is the matter of choice, how we choose to react. It is fine if our initial reaction is not in the desired manner in some of the situations, but to mend the same is in our hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Life is a treasure, but nobody is a treasurer of this treasure. No one is distributing the treasure. It is upto you to get the benefits. Let us be children once again. Well, it&#39;s time for some play with my child. Have a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span xmlns=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2009/11/managing-life-child-way.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-2454284411708147502</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 06:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T16:25:06.311+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">General</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Learning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Quotes</category><title>Learning to share</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;h1 style=&quot;color: #cc9933; font-family: georgia;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: georgia; font-size: 78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle&quot; style=&quot;color: red; margin-left: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cc6600; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;This is a collection of important learnings received through various sources:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Don’t compare yourself with anyone in this world. If you compare, you are insulting yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;No one would manufacture a lock without a key. Similarly, God won’t give problems without solutions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Life laughs at you when you are unhappy. Life smiles at you when you are happy. Life salutes you when you make other happy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Every successful person has a painful story. Every painful story has a successful ending. Accept the pain and get ready for success.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;It is easier to protect your feet with slippers than to cover the earth with carpet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;If a problem can be solved, no need to worry about it. If a problem cannot be solved, what’s the use of worrying?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Don’t complain about others. Change yourself if you want peace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Mistakes are painful when they happen. But years later, collection of mistakes is called experience, which leads to success.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Be bold when you lose and be calm when you win।&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Heated gold becomes ornament. Beaten copper become wires. Depleted stone becomes statue. So the more pain you get in life, you become more valuable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2008/06/learning-to-share.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3047924241864754434.post-7998149889165668047</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2007 10:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-15T16:25:32.836+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Career</category><title>Job Change: who are wise?</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;The economy is booming and the Sensex has crossed 20K mark. The growth is across the wide spectrum of sectors. The phenomenal growth has lead to shortage of qualified (and quality!) professionals. It is to be seen, whether this will continue for long or it is for a short stay, but who cares! For the time being the opportunities are vast for the professionals with the opportunity of different exposure, new learnings and also scope of satisfying the increased appetite of their pockets. There was never a better time than this.&lt;br /&gt;
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One year with the same organisation is considered too long a period! I am one of those confused guys (those staying with the same organisation for long periods must be confused or boring!!) to have stayed with my first organisation for now whopping four years. I would continue with my example although I know some other dumbo like me. If I had gone jumping jobs, like many of my friends have done, I would have been earning atleast double, or God knows tripple, of what I earn now. I would have been to whole of India or possibly to offshore places.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am really confused, thinking whether I am such a dumbo not to get enough opportunities or I have chosen to give more time to my organisation? I think it is the later one। Why? Are you a crap? This is the FAQ raised to me। No is my answer. Confused? Let me explain (Hai la....., Munnabhai MBBS). What a person requires with his career is basically a trade-off between two aspects, one is the money factor - which includes the current pay as well as other accruing benefits. The second factor is the job satisfaction and in-turn peace of life. I have chosen to give some more time to my organisation which is providing me the balanced portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know what you are thinking right now.... this guy is surely an idealistic, impractical person, isn&#39;t that what you are thinking? Let me tell you that I am not favouring that one has to build his entire career at one place... that will corrupt his/her mind and in most probability would make it stagnant. On the other hand, I feel that changing jobs in short periods snatches the objective and focus of one&#39;s career.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the end, it&#39;s a trade-off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thoughtsofchintan.blogspot.com/2007/11/job-change-who-are-wise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Chintan Khakhariawala)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>