<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>Le Voyage De La Vie</title><description>&lt;br&gt;"It was many years ago I became what I am ......
I was trapped in this life ...
like an innocent land..."
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Just trying to spend some time in the journey called LIFE with the uncertainties....</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</managingEditor><pubDate>Thu, 10 Oct 2024 22:48:51 +0530</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><item><title>Gossips</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/gossips.html</link><category>Morals</category><category>Short Stories</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 11:22:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-7500792695149696196</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In India around 350 BC in Magadh, Chanakya was widely lauded for his wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One day an acquaintance ran up to him excitedly and said, "Chanakya ji, do you know what I just heard about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pandit Haridas ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Wait a moment," Chanakya replied, "Before you tell me I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the Triple Filter Test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Triple filter?" asked the acquaintance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"That's right," Chanakya continued, "Before you talk to me about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pandit Haridas, let's take a moment to filter what you're going to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The first filter is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truth&lt;/span&gt;. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"No," the man said, "Actually I just heard about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"All right," said Chanakya, "So you don't really know if it's true or not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now let's try the second filter, the filter of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodness&lt;/span&gt;. Is what you are about to tell me about Pandit Haridas something good?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"No, on the contrary..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"So," Chanakya continued, "You want to tell me something about Pandit Haridas that may be bad, even though you're not certain it's true?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The man shrugged, a little embarrassed. Chanakya continued, "You may still pass the test though, because there is a third filter, the filter of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usefulness&lt;/span&gt;. Is what you want to tell me about Pandit Haridas going to be useful to me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"No, not really."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Well," concluded Chanakya, "If what you want to tell me is neither True nor Good nor even useful, why tell it to me or anyone at all?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The man was bewildered and ashamed. This is an example of why Chanakya was a great politician and held in such high esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/span&gt; "Whoever gossips to you will gossip about you" - A Spanish Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Thank you for smoking !!</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-for-smoking.html</link><category>Autobiography</category><category>Straight From My Heart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Dec 2010 11:02:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-5557462621078701135</guid><description>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No Smoking, alcohol prohibition, all such words were crap for me before one year. I was one of those who use to say: "Smoking is the sign of a man", "stud always smokes", “Smoking relieves stress”, “Management or software people are identified with habit of smoking”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only smoking, I would have mentioned about many such quotes about alcohol and other addiction I have taken proud of in the past. But that was not as frequent as smoking. so i wont mention them. But consider smoking as stereotype for all type of addictions for time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering why today somehow out of blue, I write on addiction. Believe me this is not all of sudden. It is truly said that you can’t escape from your past. I gave up smoking before a year and now hope not to go on that path again. This purification has not come from any excellent speech of a preacher but due to many incidents in my life. I never wanted to share those incidents as people who were involved are close to me. But I decided to write with a hope that they would understand sooner or later and may learn from those incidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I felt pity on myself due to smoking was a friends-meet at KITLI before almost a year. I used to roam around in night like a nocturnal scavenger. Most of the highway KITLI owners knew me by my face as I frequently visited them to have tea and smoke at different KITLI. One of my friend, Jigs, one night, called me to join him for tea at 11 pm at regular KITLI place. When I reached there and saw that he was with his kids. I never met them before. Both were innocent and sweet. I decided to not to smoke in front of them; just ordered tea for me and my friend. I took my seat after having few funny words with kids. Their presence made me smile but it vanished in a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment tea had been served; Jigs took a cigarette out from his cigar box and lit up. My eyes went wider. His act was really deplorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Take it easy Jay!! They know that I smoke.” Jigs offered me a puff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Whatever!!  you carry on I won’t have it” I refused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued laughing at me and I did not mind it. But what made me uncomfortable was his next puff which reached his daughter’s face. She coughed a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can go and wait in car if you don’t bare it.” Jigs asked her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she was helpless as she afraid of sitting alone in car. I was lost in observing reactions of both Jigs and his daughter. She continuously starred at me. She did not have tears in her eye but I could see her crying and begging for help. I was totally numb. I could not speak or do anything for her. First time, in my entire life, someone made feel ashamed. I left the place after finishing my tea but I could not forget the way she stared at me, not even today. Whenever I see Jigs smoking, I feel like slapping him hard. I see only those helpless eyes of his daughter and pray god to make him see the consequences of his actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I take my own case, my father is a very strict person. He always discourages such action by any person. He can’t tolerate that he advices everyone and his son does not follow him. Because of my addiction, I had to lie to my parents. Moreover I never preferred to go out with my father to tea stall or to nearby pan parlor to buy anything as I afraid whether someone will offer me a smoke and I would be caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen distance being created between family members. One of my friends could not control on alcohol. Whenever he gets over drunk, he beats his wife and kids. Usual na ? being neighbour or friends, we had seen such things atleast once in our life. But what do we do? Keep quit, gossip around, and follow the same path in future. You may want to argue that you are not like him. I do appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see any protests against such addiction, I somewhere down in my heart know what are its consequences. I never understand what makes us so brutal and wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not only you who pay for your mistakes but also your family and well wishers. Life does not give everyone an opportunity to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Never again - Learn From Master</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/10/never-again.html</link><category>Morals</category><category>Short Stories</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Mon, 4 Oct 2010 14:32:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-8366011878774515266</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This story is about living legend, god of cricket, Sachin Tendulkar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In 2007, Aus toured Ind. During one day series in the tour, Brad Hogg took sachin's wicket in 5th ODI. After match ended, he went to sachin with a ball to get an autograph. Sachin gently signed it with a note written below his signature "It wont happen again". After that day, Sachin faced Brad Hogg in 21 matches but Brad Hogg could not get his wicket again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is what was published in new of the famous newspaper of culcutta "The Telegraph" on 23rd Dec, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-- X --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sachin Tendulkar has given it in writing that Brad Hogg would never get his wicket again, the Australian spinner said on Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hogg had scalped Sachin in the October 5 one-day International in Hyderabad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“I got him out in one of the games, and there was a photo of it I asked him to sign for me. He did it and wrote me a message. Underneath his signature, he wrote, ‘this will never happen again, Hoggy,’” Hogg told a newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“It’s a bit of a prized possession.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                             -- X --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morale of the story:&lt;/span&gt; Be as committed as Sachin in your respective fields. and never repeat your mistake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those who don't believe or need a proof to read please read this newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hope you must have heard of the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reference:&lt;/span&gt; http://www.telegraphindia.com/1071223/jsp/sports/story_8700843.jsp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Don't Cry Over Spilt Milk</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-cry-over-spilt-milk.html</link><category>Autobiography</category><category>Straight From My Heart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2010 23:09:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-8733861125476786523</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;From last couple of months, I could not write anything. I really did not get what to write and how to start with. But fortunately or unfortunately I came across an incident which made me write this article.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recently my brot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;r met with an acc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ident and broke his shoulder. He had to be operated as the two cracked parts of bone was n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ot in touch. Doctor put two wires inside to support the contact of those two parts. The matter was little seri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ous as he was operated otherwise the operation or the injury was easily curable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was my responsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bility to inform everyone about his accident. But this role made me remember some pained points of mine which&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I faced when I was injured badly. When I was injured, the difficult task was to listen to elders &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and those talented people surrounding me who never met with an accident or saved from major injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPia7FPYlbGrH34yvWpzf6yVJABZq56rclHAwTW0gqsdM_pPbvTWHeKkyYslxKRWeszzjCWr2R34fqZjbH0M5MUY83oDV8EjZkAzwKTdD0xvJe8AEje5vIW_M5btfZeO5NruCo4A02aNs/s1600/contingency_plan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are !!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Can't you jus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;slow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Can't you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e veh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;icle crossing your way?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"How irrespo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nsib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;le you are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This type of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;remarks were really a demotivating factor especially for the person who is just saved from a fatal accident. Rather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;expressing sympathy or sending condolence, how can you just shout on the patient? While doing that, are you acting responsibly? What a person should be speaking at that time, in my view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"It is okay dear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ake care"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"it happens, don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;t worr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y, everything gonna be alright"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And if you can't s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;peak these words, I suggest you to keep your mouth SHUT. I understand the frustration of elders. They are als&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o sad and worried about whatever has happened. But these things can be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;communicated later on. But NO. they start showing the rights of being elder or being in a good position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The person who spoke such words for my brother, smokes and is an alcoholic. When that person drinks and drives, does he act responsibly? He is amongst those people who are responsible for his current situation. The victim is not always in fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't deny that the victim should not be scolded. He should be advised or scolded by elders at right time. Sometimes, such a major incident in life changes the person entirely. Give some time and hope for the changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once milk is spilt, the first thing you would do is to clean the floor. You just can't sit crying over spilt milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTPia7FPYlbGrH34yvWpzf6yVJABZq56rclHAwTW0gqsdM_pPbvTWHeKkyYslxKRWeszzjCWr2R34fqZjbH0M5MUY83oDV8EjZkAzwKTdD0xvJe8AEje5vIW_M5btfZeO5NruCo4A02aNs/s72-c/contingency_plan.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>I am not a sycophant !!</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-not-messiah.html</link><category>Autobiography</category><category>Straight From My Heart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 14:45:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-5507829447593189214</guid><description>&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It has been long I wrote on my blog. Life is full of uncertainty. My dears and nears will be knowing what has happened but I will write about it. Meanwhile I collect all excuses, I would like to share the weird of conversations I had in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By profession, I am a software developer but please don’t mind if I tell you that I found very behavioral problems with IT professionals. Some points made me to write about it. I don’t have any personal problem with any of IT professionals. Please don’t take it personally (I am not worried about it till comments are moderated ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before few days, I went to meet Amit, one of my friends in my previous organization. As usual, I called him to come downstairs to our favorite “Kittli”. When we were having our tea, Hiren, one of his colleagues, joined us. Now when software developers from different organizations meet, they start pulling legs of current employers. We followed the same tradition. But I did not know what made Hiren so sad, he started crying about working conditions at EC tech, my previous and his current organization. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“How would you retain your employees when you don’t provide good training, food, facility, bus service, The tea provided is pathetic, the elevator is sub-normal. People have to learn on their own and there is not enough documentation on previous work.” Said Hiren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I and Amit were surprised but agreed to his point. But he did not stop there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Continuing his philosophy, he added “It took 8 months for me to get a better chair that doesn’t give me a backache. When you work for more than 10 hours and are working after 9 you should be provided free food, free transportation. I remember in my last project I used to work till 11 and nobody cared for my dinner or any snacks. According to medical science one should not remain without eating for more than 5 hours.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I looked at Amit to make him stop but Amit wanted to listen more, may be Amit was impressed by Hiren’s medical science knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“Lights would blow off in office and people would have a few hours off. How can you imagine something like that in Software Company? For a company going truly on world scale to find a market, with a classy product it should also provide the same kind of infrastructure, support and work environment to its employees, then only employees will remain in the company.” Hiren was really worried about productivity and market position in global market.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Employees should be given technical as well as soft skill training, English speaking training to go global. There should be at least one gym or a kind of Exercise/rest room.&lt;br /&gt;When you expect best from the employees, you should have the best incentives and facilities to support. What do you say?” Hiren looked at me and this time my mind was really blown. I wanted to punch him hardly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could not keep myself mum as I appreciated the way his organization had grown to city’s largest IT firm. I looked at Amit in a manner that I was asking him for his permission. Amit smiled and nodded giving me my freedom of speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“I agree with most of all comments. I am not admirer of EC Tech. I hated notice period, commitment period, HR and higher management team, annoyed with few problems of lift. But when you say that you were not provided with a good chair till 8 months, I ask you why you didn’t collect a new chair from conference room or from some other place on your own. But you need a servant for that? Have u gave mailed this complain to your HR? Did anyone stop you eating at any time or place? Why do you be hungry for more than 5 hrs? Do you need HR come to u and serve the plate?” I shouted like anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;“In case of electricity cut, thousands of factories remain shut, why don’t we fear of few hours off. If you really care of wastage of time, don’t waste it when u have electricity dude.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amit was so amazed with my comments. He was waiting for his turn to speak. Finally he broke his silence and added “Have you visited gym even a single time when you actually needed it, you do you ask today? Forget about whether company provides you gym facility or not. Do you have care of any kind of exercise like walking, running, cycling? I don’t think you need a gym for that.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I recalled that Amit does yoga everyday and he does not need gym. Hiren also realized that after having seen Amit’s symmetrical body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jay, The Studious Boy, did not comment on Study!! That was a question on my rapport. So I added “We have not studied when we used to pay high fees in college. We did not make our global personality and spent about total learning age in waste. Don’t expect that we will learn by few hour classes now.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally, we ended our arguments with Hiren calling us sycophants. I won’t lie that we did enjoy talking with Hiren but somehow I was not feeling good knowing about such attitude especially for organization I admire. May be Hiren is right at his perception, but battle is not about who’s right.&lt;br /&gt;It is not the infrastructure or facilities which make an employee happy or satisfied; it is our attitude, respect to our work and our honor which really matters. Don’t live in dreams, be realistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total></item><item><title>Act of Genuine Humility</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-jay-madam-warned-us-if-we-are-late.html</link><category>Life At Nirma</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 23:14:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-6312549181723061147</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA51D0-XSFh66DuZirbM6MLe4vDHx8LL1rsuHX2E2JlZYjridYleaaGCrPUoAwPvJDbyWG7zEcbJ7e-dEJMgDM-gsAVvOcP3ce-ot2BsyDTh_M9mI6FP8duN424w3CY1nA3kag73isADBY/s1600-h/humility.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA51D0-XSFh66DuZirbM6MLe4vDHx8LL1rsuHX2E2JlZYjridYleaaGCrPUoAwPvJDbyWG7zEcbJ7e-dEJMgDM-gsAVvOcP3ce-ot2BsyDTh_M9mI6FP8duN424w3CY1nA3kag73isADBY/s320/humility.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286193748602640082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Hey Jay! Madam warned us if we are late, she would not mark our attendance. We spent entire break. Hurry up man.” Kuntesh yelled at me and suddenly I remembered madam’s strict warning. We had “Written Analysis and Communication (WAC)” lecture consisting of two sessions and in between we had a break of 15 min. Due to general practice of coming late in class, Madam warned us in last lecture. I threw tea-cup in dustbin and ran towards class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As usual, I was late to return. But while taking my seat, I saw many other students entering class late. I looked at madam’s angry face; she was about to tell us off. Suddenly I heard knock at door; Ashish too came late. The moment he reached at his place and noticed that roll call was already taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He shouted “Madam, roll number 10”. “I announced in last lecture if anybody comes after roll call, I would not mark his/her presence.” Madam replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Then what is the meaning of sitting in the class?” Ashish yelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“It is your choice Ashish. If you feel we are not doing anything worth in class, you can leave.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“But madam, you can not be rigid not to take attendance even if a student remains present.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“I made myself very clear. This rule not only applies to you, there are many who came late. None of them will be marked present.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“If it is so, I do not want to attend the class. Whatever you are doing is just a waste of time. Your teaching style is not good and we do not gain anything from your lectures.” Ashish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ashish put his bag on shoulder, stood up and started walking outside the class. He angrily added “I am not saying for my sake only but I m doing on behalf of class.” He looked at other students and said “Why are sitting like dump? We should all boycott this subject.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Ashish! You better leave the class. This is your personal matter and don’t pull entire class in.” Anirudhdh confronted him pointing finger at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Who the hell are you? You keep your mouth shut if you don’t want to support us. And how dare you point finger at me!” Ashish eyes went reddish. I was shocked watching this quarrel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Ashish! It would be better if you leave the class right now. If you have a complaint, you can talk to management. Shouting in class is not the way; you should show respect to faculty.” Anirudhdh said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“Would be please let me manage this matter Annirudhdh?” madam stopped Anirudhdh and turned his face to Ashish with calm “See Ashish! I try my best to provide maximum value addition. If there is some problem with my teaching style, we can talk about this. But current issue is not about that. I asked you all to maintain some decorum and some of you failed. Hence there will be the punishment we agreed upon last time. I would not change my decision at all. You can leave the class if you want.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was really surprised looking at madam’s humility. Ashish sat quietly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After lecture completed, I and few late comers went to madam. We asked for apology for not maintaining the decorum and also for Ashish’s misbehavior. Madam marked our attendance. Thought Ashish misbehaved, madam asked us for his roll number and marked his presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tejas (who works in the same college in admin department and also studies with us) informed madam about Ashish’s misbehavior with other faculty members. Tejas asked to complain about him. And then what madam replied which I never forget:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;“He is not a bad guy. He is dissatisfied with something. As a professor it is my duty to know why he is so upset. Complaining is not the solution. When you find someone unhappy with you, you have two options: ignore him or talk with him about the actual cause. I am delighted that his dissatisfaction came out today otherwise I would never know about that. Perhaps there is some problem with my teaching style; his dissatisfaction will help me find what I lack. Don’t bother about it, I will manage.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I put myself at her place and thought what I might have done in such situation. Maybe, I have expelled him or thrown out of my class. I can’t be so generous. I looked at my past; I reacted at many places with aggression. I assure you any aggressive person present on this event, must have realized what harm anger causes and how powerful humility is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA51D0-XSFh66DuZirbM6MLe4vDHx8LL1rsuHX2E2JlZYjridYleaaGCrPUoAwPvJDbyWG7zEcbJ7e-dEJMgDM-gsAVvOcP3ce-ot2BsyDTh_M9mI6FP8duN424w3CY1nA3kag73isADBY/s72-c/humility.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>In the Interim</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-friends-first-of-all-i-would-like-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Fri, 14 Nov 2008 01:24:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-445208495306476773</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face  {font-family:SimSun;  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-alt:宋体;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;} @font-face  {font-family:"\@SimSun";  panose-1:2 1 6 0 3 1 1 1 1 1;  mso-font-charset:134;  mso-generic-font-family:auto;  mso-font-pitch:variable;  mso-font-signature:3 680460288 22 0 262145 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0cm;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;} @page Section1  {size:612.0pt 792.0pt;  margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;  mso-header-margin:36.0pt;  mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt;       Hi Friends!! First of all, I would like to apologize not to be in touch for a long duration. I am really sorry for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; During this interim, I got everything that I always dreamed. I feel myself lucky as God has blessed me everything I wished and that also on right time. “Thank you God!! I honor you with my due respect and love you.” But today I feel it is good not to have all dreams coming true in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt; After having everything, something was pricking me. I have almost given away writing on blog. My mind remained so occupied during these days that I had been finding no words to speak or to write. I remember I told sandy, who inspired me to start a blog, that I would write something inspiring and about those things which help one to live a better life. Till I remain troubled with endogenous anxiety, I can not write something inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Now I am okay and regained my confidence and jolliness (Actually i wrote this word as someone told me that I was jolly. I hope he had not been flattering me). So I think now I can bore you by writing more posts ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;By the way I would like to thank many readers whose comments on “A Salute to Woman” helped me to come back and continue writing, especially Jigna, Pranav, Kuntesh and Bhabhi. Thank you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>The Achievers</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/achievers.html</link><category>Life At Nirma</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 23:51:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-595061568751424298</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today I had organizational behavior class in college. Madam was to teach about team work. Generally madam gives an exercise to class and on that exercise, she explains particular topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today she did the same. The entire class was divided into teams of 10 people. The exercise was common to all teams. First task was "Scavenger-Hunt". Each team had to first search for 12 objects in campus itself. Madam had already given check-list of all objects. They were Matchbox, Photos of each member, Book of Quotation, a stationary having University logo, A picture of any car, Cloth Duster, A string, a briefcase, a calculator, a CD, a bubble gum, previous year calendar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Second task was "New Product Launch" where each team was required to select a product, give a name, create a logo, create a tag line, and prepare strategies to launch. A transparency was given to each team and we needed to make presentation of the product launch on it. Each team was allocated 30 minutes time to complete both the task. Whichever team completes Scavenger-Hunt first, had to present the product launch first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgq3dACMp2UlEoDpLfKsMWA5gmKP6n7TSTyQqCXnRQnvpyalD2RMUxIkExLBuz-aj9sUTydomx9gD1oejtMpYjmpuFr523VbHD2gBgIIsuC5v3zWRKyaSRK5nhQhImnNneDiZNynOPxlg/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgq3dACMp2UlEoDpLfKsMWA5gmKP6n7TSTyQqCXnRQnvpyalD2RMUxIkExLBuz-aj9sUTydomx9gD1oejtMpYjmpuFr523VbHD2gBgIIsuC5v3zWRKyaSRK5nhQhImnNneDiZNynOPxlg/s400/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239420884234469858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;was the part of team formed on left wing of classroom. We were 10 members in the beginning. But t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;wo members joined as they were late in class. We initially started with gathering all objects which were with us in the classroom. We almost collected CD, calculator, string, photos, calendar on first go. Two team members rushed to library and collected Book of quotation, a magazine having advertisement of a car, and pamphlet having University logo. They collected a matchbox from security boy while returning. Other two members went to canteen to buy a bubble gum and they bought a cloth duster that generally boys keep in v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ehicles. We collected 11 items in approximately 10-15 minutes. The problem was briefcase. The most senior member of our team went outside the class and did some magic tricks (as it is confidential how he did it) and brought the briefcase. We completed our first part and showed all objects to madam within 20 minutes. Our team was the first to complete this task hence we were in advantage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Around six members of team had engaged themselves in searching all those objects. The rest including me had already started second task. We decided submersible pumps as our product. We used &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Jaldhara”&lt;/span&gt; as product name. Two of these six members started preparing logo accordingly and others started making strategies. Tag line, we preferred “Bina Barasaat, Pani Hi Pani’ (Hindi). We made two advertisement lines for it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Jab Unchai Pe Pahochana Ho Pani, Aur Bijli Bhi Ho Bachani,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jaldhara Pumps Hi Hai Sab Ki zubani”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Pump Se Hogi Kheto Ki Samrudhdhi,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Kheto Se Hogi Desh Ki Samrudhdhi”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When we jotted down enough strategies, around 3 minutes were left. We were all happy with our efforts and entire team went for presentation. Presentation was also superb as we had good orators in our team. When a team presented their work, other teams needed to rate product launch with four criteria: Product name, Logo, Tag line and strategies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We did one mistake in entire exercise. Madam gave us a red marker to write on transparency. We wrote and draw using that marker only rather than asking other team to share markers of different color. Hence our logo did not appear that much impressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But lady luck was with us and we received highest rating in product launch. Moreover we completed the task before other teams; our team was announced as Winner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“The Achievers proved their name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The learning from this was how mutually team members coordinated without any leader or supervisor and every member was accountable for both of the activities. That is the main difference between a group and team…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgq3dACMp2UlEoDpLfKsMWA5gmKP6n7TSTyQqCXnRQnvpyalD2RMUxIkExLBuz-aj9sUTydomx9gD1oejtMpYjmpuFr523VbHD2gBgIIsuC5v3zWRKyaSRK5nhQhImnNneDiZNynOPxlg/s72-c/Image016.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>A Salute to Woman</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/08/salute-to-woman.html</link><category>Straight From My Heart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Wed, 6 Aug 2008 00:49:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-4192939916049583699</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday I went to a coffee shop which I often visit when I have a plan to study for late hours. Just the moment I ordered a coffee, I saw a lady who was my colleague. I knew her by name only but I still wished to chat with her. I went to her and started talking with a smiley “Hi”. I misjudged her personality when I had worked with her; but as soon we started conversation, I was almost influenced by her nature. Suddenly conversation diverted to post marriage relationships of a woman (I don’t prefer use of word girl here). All of a sudden, I don't remember why but she advised me something “A woman who is just married is like wet clay. She is moulded in whatever shape you expect her to do. Please don’t blame what she has then become”. I raised my eyebrows with a surprise. I did not understand context of her advice still I nodded my head agreeing her point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After returning my room, I spent few hours to study as I planned and then I went to my bed. Somehow I recalled that sentence and I was very curious to understand it. As I thought about it more and more I was agree with her by heart; she was absolutely right except subjected women. I will say, not only a woman who is just married tries to mould her; perhaps every woman in this world does the same. Every female in a male’s life sacrifices a lot and tries to be at her beloved’s expectations whether she may be in any form; a mother, a sister, a wife or sometimes being just a friend. And in return she receives only disappointments and frustrations. I saw many of my friends dominating their wives or fiancé. Why we men are all alike? Why do we not understand what will happen on a person who almost sacrificed everything to us happy? It must be killing her but what makes a difference to us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Every mother sacrifices all of happiness to see her child happy as my mother did for me. But I remained busy in developing my career. I never get time to go back to her and say her how much I am thankful of her that she grew me so well. I wanted to go back and say her how much I love her. Not only my mother but all females including my sister supported me and gave me the warmth that someone is with me which one of my friends or brother did. Even though I never go back to them and say thanks for all the things they did for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;More I thought of that sentence, more I regretted myself for not understanding this for so many years. I broke into tears and asked me why I was so hard. I heard a lot of times that a woman can not be understood. I refuse it; we don’t try to understand her. We don’t respect scarification she makes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I thanked that lady for explaining me what I had never understood, and turned on my laptop and started writing my feelings. It is hard to accept but I don’t want you to follow the same path. Go to your beloved and tell her how much important she is in your life and how much you love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><title>Ego - Let It Go</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/ego-let-it-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Mon, 7 Jul 2008 10:48:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-5965347443025406743</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nX1_cQ46M_eWfFKt7CI2lWkXPcdkcP6JtMSPyufZu8hwLnll_SXu2tF8a6K92jIlfoxjKigytyXmXHNyLz76wl92l685pwaOe-9oSzyXgVj5W-P867RS2iaqlP37l40lqdeXWbhSNzto/s1600-h/cugonchin-egoist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nX1_cQ46M_eWfFKt7CI2lWkXPcdkcP6JtMSPyufZu8hwLnll_SXu2tF8a6K92jIlfoxjKigytyXmXHNyLz76wl92l685pwaOe-9oSzyXgVj5W-P867RS2iaqlP37l40lqdeXWbhSNzto/s320/cugonchin-egoist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220139832353880754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Before starting, I would confess that I am an egoist to a certain extent; and perhaps that’s one of the reasons why I am writing this article. I recently joined MBA study and very first lecture was on eliminating ego and open one’s mind to learn new things.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On very next day, I went to have tea with my friend. Suddenly we met one of my colleagues at the tea stall. As we continued chatting with her, she mentioned about her experience about ego. She was one of the committee members in selecting candidates in recruitment process. She came across a person used to say “I know” through out his interview. She suggested not selecting that person. Due to his extra ordinary records that guy managed to get the job in his hand. On joining the corp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;orate, that guy was put in a training to have understanding of application he needed to work upon. But again his ego played a negative role. His trainers faced a lot of problems to train him; and in the end, they raised their hands. She concluded with a nice statement that I can never forget in my life &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“Until and unless you open your mind to learn, you can’t be a trainable material.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I observed in my class where I sit among managers of various companies specialized in several sectors. I found a “Superiority Complex” in few of them. That thing may lead them to achieve success in their fields; but eventually prevents them to be liked. A “Bossy” behavior comes out as a result. Sometimes I myself act very rigidly due to my ego. There are cases where I involved in a tussle with my senior as I never tried to understand his suggestions that opposed my approaches. I later on feel that he was right; but my ego did not let me understand that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ego leads to a mental condition where you assume others to take all you say as granted. And that creates a distance between you and others who are closed to you. I learned only one principle - &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“I” is always capital and alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nX1_cQ46M_eWfFKt7CI2lWkXPcdkcP6JtMSPyufZu8hwLnll_SXu2tF8a6K92jIlfoxjKigytyXmXHNyLz76wl92l685pwaOe-9oSzyXgVj5W-P867RS2iaqlP37l40lqdeXWbhSNzto/s72-c/cugonchin-egoist.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Micro Labs</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/micro-labs.html</link><category>Autobiography</category><category>Life At Nirma</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 00:31:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-5179040376300097829</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today was my second day in Nirma Campus. As per schedule I had a “Micro Labs” session. I was confused by its name itself. What does an MBA candidate do in a lab? And that also a micro lab; it is a strange name of labs I have ever heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All candidates were gathered in a hall with chairs available for each one. We were instructed to sit in a circle. As soon Prof Muncherji entered the hall, she asked to put our bags and books on chair and stand up and come into centre. We had a plenty of rounds of innovative games to be played.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In first round we asked to form two circles in a way that candidates stood face to face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Inner circle had to rotate in counter clockwise and outer one had to rotate in clockwise direction. We needed to stop in front of every candidate in other circle and give him a smile, shake hand and introduce each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In second round, we were asked to fly like birds; mean we needed to move our hands in air like birds move their wings. But condition was that we could not stay at one place; we had to move. Third round was again an introductory round. We needed to form groups of four persons and give our introduction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In fourth round we asked to drive vehicle that we generally use to drive. We had to make noise as vehicles do. And Yaps!! We needed to horn if needed. Fifth round was again an introductory round where we needed to form group of three persons who must not have formed a group with you before. And we needed to discuss our goals and ambitions with group member.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sixth round was more terrific round than other rounds where we asked to jump like a frog. Again a condition was put that if someone stops, he or she has to be “Murga” in front of all. Seventh round was again an introductory round where we needed to form group of five persons with previous condition applied. We needed to discuss person who influenced you the most and how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In eighth round we were asked to walk by closing both eyes. Ninth round was also an introductory round. And in tenth and last round we were asked to move in backward direction without turning back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This all things look awkward with straight perspective. But it removed fear from our hearts; I can interact any of my classmate without any fear what he or she will think. I can jump like a frog in front of my classmates. This is what makes MBA program different than others and what makes a good institute different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Inauguration Ceremony</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/inauguration-ceremony.html</link><category>Autobiography</category><category>Great Speech</category><category>Life At Nirma</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 22:58:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-313911867388499900</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I had to attend Registration Day at &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Nirma&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;University&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. Upto this point Institute has communicated very well. I thought I would register in around 1 hr and come back. But when I reached there I came to know first we needed to attend “Introduction Ceremony”. After that, Inauguration ceremony was held.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr Palia (from board of directors, Tata Steel) and Mr. Iyer were chief guests. The audience were addressed by chairman of each management program offered by &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Institute&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  of &lt;st1:placename&gt;Management&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mr Dhar started the ceremony with a great speech. With the start, he mentioned few figures related to Indian economy and its growth. Being a technical person, I hardly understand a single sentence related to economics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But once it was over, Mr Dhar explained why candidates join MBA. According to him, it can be two reasons first candidate wants a job, or he expects a higher position in current company. But MBA does not guarantee any of them. As per his point of view, MBA teaches you those aspects of life which are not only needed in corporate but also helps in living a better life. And finally when he concluded his speech with a great quote “Honest is still the best policy.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then came Mr. &lt;/span&gt;Danak&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;’s turn; chairman of Doctoral Program. He started speech with a question “Why does doctoral program come after conventional MBA program both in real life and in Inauguration ceremony?” The answer lies in difference of graining knowledge. Conventional MBA is meant for Knowledge Determination while Doctoral program is meant for Knowledge Creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last was Mr Gupta chairman of part time MBA program. His speech included a good poem on trusting oneself. I just repeat few lines I remember “Do trust yourself otherwise who is going to trust you.” And more “Trust does not mean you are perfect, but you have a perfect willing to understand life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These were snippets of what chairman delivered in their speech. I will continue with speech of chief guests afterwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>Beginner's Luck</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/beginners-luck.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 14:27:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-7844737416087497556</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Fjh822yq470iai5xTeftGMy4KbmNeKxinD2GWv5BcYuaaS1ftlM0pMpgXQL1VW8PA_T9_DKza_UF4_dCTpOlZAWSUoAmZjx9ULxEzfrL9OTvzCMSffqN5jcfWffsiLgqjL4aYJkA0aqp/s1600-h/FullmetalAlchemist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Fjh822yq470iai5xTeftGMy4KbmNeKxinD2GWv5BcYuaaS1ftlM0pMpgXQL1VW8PA_T9_DKza_UF4_dCTpOlZAWSUoAmZjx9ULxEzfrL9OTvzCMSffqN5jcfWffsiLgqjL4aYJkA0aqp/s320/FullmetalAlchemist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211767444918008098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Last week I started to read “The Alchemist”, a novel shared by my colleague. The story runs around achieving one’s destination and omens. It describes existence of a universal language that you can experience between people from different countries and sometimes between human and animal.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That novel explained “Principle of favorability” that put me in looking back at my life. Principle of favorability states that when you play cards for first time, you almost sure to win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I always dream to get into a MBA institute; but this year, by gathering all my courage, I filled admission form. I had to appear for an entrance test and I started preparing for it. In between I fall sick for 15 days and I lost my concentration and my interest too. The entrance test was about fundamentals that I learned in earlier studies. I hope for the best and taken the exam. Fortunately I got selected. Beginner’s Luck; same thing explained by that principle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That novel also explains reason behind beginner’s luck. “There is a force that wants you to realize your destiny; it whets your appetite with a taste of success."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I went on reading this novel, I started believing that there is nothing like luck and coincident. It is our inability to choose our destiny. In a result we regret our fate by saying world’s greatest lie. Thing is we need to identify correct omens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have seen struggle of my friends. Some succeed, some fail. Each time I learn that when you try to run away from your destiny, it will force you to return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Finally, I will repeat the same lines that made me read this novel. “When you want something, the entire universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Fjh822yq470iai5xTeftGMy4KbmNeKxinD2GWv5BcYuaaS1ftlM0pMpgXQL1VW8PA_T9_DKza_UF4_dCTpOlZAWSUoAmZjx9ULxEzfrL9OTvzCMSffqN5jcfWffsiLgqjL4aYJkA0aqp/s72-c/FullmetalAlchemist.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><title>Why Employees Leave Organisation</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-employees-leave-organisation.html</link><category>Great Speech</category><category>Morals</category><category>Work ethics</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jun 2008 10:34:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-1580895744442543882</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Every company faces the problem of people leaving the company for better pay or profile.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Early this year, Mark, a senior software designer, got an offer from a prestigious international firm to work in its &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; operations developing specialized software. He was thrilled by the offer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He had heard a lot about the CEO. The salary was great.. The company had all the right systems in place employee-friendly human resources (HR) policies, a spanking new office,&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the very best technology,&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;even a canteen that served superb food.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Twice Mark was sent abroad for training. "My learning curve is the sharpest it's ever been," he said soon after he joined.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last week, less than eight months after he joined, Mark walked out of the job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Why did this talented employee leave?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Arun quit for the same reason that drives many good people away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The answer lies in one of the largest studies undertaken by the Gallup Organization.&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The study surveyed over a million employees and 80,000 managers and was published in a book called "First Break All The Rules". It came up with this surprising finding: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;If you're losing good people, look to their immediate boss. Immediate boss is the reason people stay and thrive in an organization. And he's the reason why people leave. When people leave they take knowledge, experience and contacts with them, straight to the competition.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;“People&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; leave managers not companies&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; write the authors Marcus Buckingham and Curt Coffman.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mostly manager drives people away?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HR experts say that of all the abuses, employees find humiliation the most intolerable. The first time, an employee may not leave,&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but a thought has been planted. Second time, that thought gets strengthened. The third time, he looks for another job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When people cannot retort openly in anger, they do so by passive aggression. By digging their heels in and slowing down. By doing only what they are told to do and no more. By omitting to give the boss crucial information, Dev says: "If you work for a jerk, you basically want to get him into trouble. You don't have your heart and soul in the job."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Different managers can stress out employees in different ways - by being too controlling, too suspicious,&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;too pushy, too critical, but they forget that workers are not fixed assets, they are free agents. When this goes on too long, an employee will quit - often over a trivial issue.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Talented men leave. Dead wood doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;- "WHY EMPLOYEES LEAVE ORGANISATIONS?" Azim Premji,&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CEO&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Wipro&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Deserve Before You Desire</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/06/deserve-before-you-desire.html</link><category>Great Speech</category><category>Morals</category><category>Work ethics</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Wed, 4 Jun 2008 10:12:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-3984439694983473657</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The grass isn't always greener on the other side!! Move from one job to another, but only for the right reasons. It's yet another day at office. As I logged on to the marketing and advertising sites for the latest updates, as usual, I found the headlines  dominated by 'who's moving from one company to another after a short  stint', and I wondered, why are so many people leaving one job for another? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it passé now to work with just one company for a sufficiently long period?  Whenever I ask this question to people who leave a company, the answers I get are: "Oh, I am getting a 200% hike in salary"; "Well, I am jumping three levels in my designation"; "Well, they are going to send me abroad in six months". Then, I look around at all the people who are considered successful today and who have reached the top - be it a media agency, an advertising agency or a company. I find that most of these people are the ones who have stuck to the company, ground their heels and worked their way to the top. And, as I look around for people who changed their jobs constantly, I find they have stagnated at some level, in obscurity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this absolutely ruthless, dynamic and competitive environment, there are still no short-cuts to success or to making money. The only thing that continues to pay, as earlier, is loyalty and hard work. Yes, it pays! Sometimes immediately; Sometimes after a lot of time; But, it does pay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean that one should stick to an organization and wait for that golden moment? Of course not. After a long stint, there always comes a time for moving in most organizations, but it is important to move for the right reasons, rather than superficial ones, like money, designation or an overseas trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, no company recruits for charity. More often than not, when you are offered an unseemly hike in salary or designation that is disproportionate to what that company offers it current employees, there is always unseen bait attached. The result? You will, in the long-term, have reached exactly the same levels or maybe lower levels than what you would have in your current company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people leave an organization because they are "unhappy". What is this so-called-unhappiness? I have been working for donkey's years and there has never been a day when I am not unhappy about something in my work environment-boss, rude colleague, fussy clients etc. Unhappiness in a workplace, to a large extent, is transient. If you look hard enough, there is always something to be unhappy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, more importantly, do I come to work to be "happy" in the truest sense? If I think hard, the answer is "No". Happiness is something you find with family, friends, may be a close circle of colleagues who have become friends. What you come to work for is to earn, build a reputation, satisfy your ambitions, be appreciated for your work ethics, face challenges and get the job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you are tempted to move, ask yourself why you moving and what are you moving into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some questions are: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I ready and capable of handling the new responsibility? If yes, what could be the possible reasons my current company has not offered me the same responsibility?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are the people who currently handle this responsibility in the current and new company? Am I as good as the best among them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As the new job offer has a different profile, why have I not given the current company the option to offer me this profile?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is the new company offering me the job? Do they want me for my skills, or is there an ulterior motive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An honest answer to these will eventually decide where you go in your career-to the top of the pile in the long term (at the cost of short-term blips) or to become another average employee who gets lost with time in the wilderness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Deserve Before You Desire"&lt;/span&gt; - Dr. Gopalkrishnan, Chairman TATA Sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mr. Gopalakrishnan succeeds Mr. Ratan Tata as Chairman of Tata Sons Ltd., the holding company for many of the Tata Bluechips like Tata Steel, Tata Motors, Tata Power, Tata Chemicals, Voltas, etc. Possibly he is the first non-Tata person to head the Tata Empire. )     &lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>It is never late to mend</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-is-never-late-to-mend.html</link><category>Autobiography</category><category>Straight From My Heart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Fri, 23 May 2008 17:00:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-7047168895424088028</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBfZVnl9xkwNHTnjX_4AAtgWQuXtUBSRKYGj3VaWEIz9mNIwczogrU0vfui6TwMsypVCeuQgIZM7WjrhjvyZdtkhzXsae3D6rNYeki4bluzgR_ZPXhTBgYpznrfTgr8y4my2-jMSszn29/s1600-h/forgiveness4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBfZVnl9xkwNHTnjX_4AAtgWQuXtUBSRKYGj3VaWEIz9mNIwczogrU0vfui6TwMsypVCeuQgIZM7WjrhjvyZdtkhzXsae3D6rNYeki4bluzgR_ZPXhTBgYpznrfTgr8y4my2-jMSszn29/s320/forgiveness4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203533498500001906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Few days ago I read a post on Parth’s blog "&lt;a href="http://re-thinker.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-hard-to-accept.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Why Hard to Accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://re-thinker.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-hard-to-accept.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. It was related to stubborn nature. I quite liked the article because I had faced the same problem. Suddenly I remember my altercation with one of my professors during graduation time.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was in the first semester of BE in Atmiya institute. I was considered as a mischievous boy in class during those days. One day, I had a lab period of Mechanical Engineering. Lab assistant provided instructions for the period. Everyone started writing down the assignment. Meanwhile one of my group members was completing previous assignment as he was absent in last lab. He had some confusion in a theory. Being an enthusiastic student I went to him for help. I had a habit of making jokes often and I did the same while explaining my friend. We both were laughing on jokes made at regular intervals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lab assistant noticed this in few minutes. She came to me and asked to show how much assignment I had completed. As I was far behind than others, she became angry. She commanded me to sit away from group and complete the assignment before I left the lab. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The assignment was little lengthy and one period was not enough to complete in a single period if done liberally. I opposed her but she did not listen to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Losing my temper, I arrogantly said “You are doing this as you don’t like me. Though I was helping someone, you punished me and asked me to do what is almost impossible. If I can not complete it in time, my recess time will be ruined.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In anger, I sat away from group and started to complete my assignment very fast. Somehow I had managed to complete the instructions before lab was about to over. I went back to her, showed her the assignment proudly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In fact she was trying to maintain the discipline. And I made her upset. I did not care about her or about the hurt I caused at that time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In next semesters, I was changed and became a studious boy, even scored top in university and became a ranker in my class. It is truly said you can run away from your past but can’t escape from it. Same lady needed to take a subject in fifth semester. When I saw her entering classroom, I was shocked and stared nervously. We both remained mute for each other. That time I greatly regretted about my act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I went to her in recess time and expressed my guilty. I told her “I do not want to be remembered as a ranker but as a good student in this college. For me, your forgiveness is the only thing which let me feel that. I was very egoist when I made you upset. But time has changed me and I thank you for teaching me an important lesson in my life.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Her eyes were filled with tears and she replied “I being a teacher consider you same as others. I have forgotten what you said in first semester. But today by asking for apology you proved yourself a good student.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today I called her before publishing this post. She still remembered me but forgot this event. She taught me two special lessons. First, it is never late to ask for forgiveness and that does not make you small. Secondly you should forget all the hurts that a person caused once that person is changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimBfZVnl9xkwNHTnjX_4AAtgWQuXtUBSRKYGj3VaWEIz9mNIwczogrU0vfui6TwMsypVCeuQgIZM7WjrhjvyZdtkhzXsae3D6rNYeki4bluzgR_ZPXhTBgYpznrfTgr8y4my2-jMSszn29/s72-c/forgiveness4.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>A Grand Aurevoir to Dr Kalam</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/grand-aurevoir-to-dr-kalam.html</link><category>Great Speech</category><category>Morals</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 15:40:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-2221701726711908041</guid><description>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dr. APJ &lt;span class="nfakpe"&gt;Abdul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="nfakpe"&gt;Kalam&lt;/span&gt; delivered a great speech in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. Though very long but really spare some time to read it. It is a must read for all the Indians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why is the media here so negative? Why are we in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; so embarrassed to recognize our own strengths, our achievements? We are such a great nation. We have so many amazing success stories but we refuse to acknowledge them. Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are the first in milk production. We are number one in Remote sensing satellites. We are the second largest producer of wheat. We are the second largest producer of rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look at! Dr. Sudarshan, he has transferred the tribal village into a self-sustaining, self-driving unit. There are millions of such achievements but our media is only obsessed in the bad news and failures and disasters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was in Tel Aviv once and I was reading the Israeli newspaper. It was the day after a lot of attacks and bombardments and deaths had taken place. The Hamas had struck. But the front page of the newspaper had the picture of a Jewish gentleman who in five years had transformed his desert into an orchid and a granary.   It was this inspiring picture that everyone woke up to. The gory details of killings, bombardments, deaths, were inside in the newspaper, buried among other news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; we only read about death, sickness, terrorism, crime. Why are we so NEGATIVE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another question: Why are we, as a nation so obsessed with foreign things? We want foreign T. Vs, we want foreign shirts. We want foreign technology. Why this obsession with everything imported. Do we not realize that self-respect comes with self-reliance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hyderabad&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; giving this lecture, when a 14 year old girl asked me for my autograph. I asked her what her goal in life is. She replied: I want to live in a developed &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. For her, you and I will have to build this developed &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. You must proclaim. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is not an under-developed nation; it is a highly developed nation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you have 10 minutes? Allow me to come back with a vengeance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Got 10 minutes for your country? If yes, then read; otherwise, choice is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOU say that our government is inefficient. YOU say that our laws are too old. YOU say that the municipality does not pick up the garbage. YOU say that the phones don't work, the railways are a joke. The airline is the worst in the world, mails never reach their destination. YOU say that our country has been fed to the dogs and is the absolute pits. YOU say, say and say. What do YOU do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Take a person on his way to Singapore Give him a name - YOURS. Give him a face - YOURS. YOU walk out of the airport and you are at your International best. In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; you don't throw cigarette butts on the roads or eat in the stores. YOU are as proud of their Underground links as they are. You pay $5 (approx. Rs. 60) to drive through Orchard Road (equivalent of Mahim Causeway or Pedder Road) between 5 PM and 8 PM. YOU come back to the parking lot to punch your parking ticket if you have over stayed in a restaurant or a shopping mall irrespective of your status identity. In &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; you don't say anything, DO YOU? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOU wouldn't dare to eat in public during Ramadan, in Dubai YOU would not dare to go out without your head covered in Jeddah. YOU would not dare to buy an employee of the telephone exchange in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; at 10 pounds (Rs.650) a month to, 'see to it that my STD and ISD calls are billed to someone else. YOU would not dare to speed beyond 55 mph (88 km/h) in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; and then tell the traffic cop, 'Jaanta hai main kaun hoon (Do you know who I am?). I am so and so's son. Take your two bucks and get lost.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOU wouldn't chuck an empty coconut shell anywhere other than the garbage pail on the beaches in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;New Zealand&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Why don't YOU spit Paan on the streets of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Tokyo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;? Why don't YOU use examination jockeys or buy fake certificates in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Boston&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We are still talking of the same YOU. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;YOU can respect and conform to a foreign system in other countries but cannot in your own. You who will throw papers and cigarettes on the road the moment you touch Indian ground. If you can be an involved and appreciative citizen in an alien country, why cannot you be the same here in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once in an interview, the famous Ex-municipal commissioner of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bombay&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, Mr. Tinaikar, had a point to make. 'Rich people's dogs are walked on the streets to leave their affluent droppings all over the place,' he said. 'And then the same people turn around to criticize and blame the authorities for inefficiency and dirty pavements. What do they expect the officers to do? Go down with a broom every time their dog feels the pressure in his bowels? In &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; every dog owner has to clean up after his pet has done the job. Same in Japan Will the Indian citizen do that here?' He's right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We go to the polls to choose a government and after that forfeit all responsibility. We sit back wanting to be pampered and expect the government to do everything for us whilst our contribution is totally negative. We expect the government to clean up but we are not going to stop chucking garbage all over the place nor are we going to stop to pick up a stray piece of paper and throw it in the bin. We expect the railways to provide clean bathrooms but we are not going to learn the proper use of bathrooms. We want Indian Airlines and Air &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to provide the best of food and toiletries but we are not going to stop pilfering at the least opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This applies even to the staff that is known not to pass on the service to the public. When it comes to burning social issues like those related to women, dowry, girl child, and others, we make loud drawing room protestations and continue to do the reverse at home. Our excuse 'It's the whole system which has to change, how will it matter if I alone forego my sons' rights to a dowry.' So who's going to change the system? What does a system consist of? Very conveniently for us it consists of our neighbors, other households, other cities, other communities and the government; but definitely not me and YOU. When it comes to us actually making a positive contribution to the system we lock ourselves along with our families into a safe cocoon and look into the distance at countries far away and wait for Mr.Clean to come along &amp;amp; work miracles for us with a majestic sweep of his hand or we leave the country and run away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like lazy cowards hounded by our fears we run to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to bask in their glory and praise their system. When &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:State&gt; becomes insecure we run to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. When England experiences unemployment, we take the next flight out to the Gulf. When the Gulf is war struck, we demand to be rescued and brought home by the Indian government. Everybody is out to abuse and rape the country. Nobody thinks of feeding the system. Our conscience is mortgaged to money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dear Indians, The article is highly thought inductive, calls for a great deal of introspection and pricks one's conscience too.... I am echoing J.F.Kennedy 's words to his fellow Americans to relate to Indians.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"ASK WHAT WE CAN DO FOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;INDIA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; AND DO WHAT HAS TO BE DONE TO MAKE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;INDIA&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; WHAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region style="font-family: arial;" st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;AMERICA&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; AND OTHER WESTERN COUNTRIES ARE TODAY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Out of Dilemma</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/out-of-dilemma.html</link><category>Autobiography</category><category>Straight From My Heart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Tue, 20 May 2008 18:46:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-7217138340559474109</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphqurAEMwXf9XTl78dT5-mbtOUzEc2_RrFqeIctw3NfxDF5iwZKhJhUOd8pYS_lRtDt7bWBknQM6NOYCjLTOaFUxuYBRw1GVShfRH8ZNG6D3qANRJ1gpFP0Dkpur9golnHgu_2YXhCJmr/s1600-h/image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphqurAEMwXf9XTl78dT5-mbtOUzEc2_RrFqeIctw3NfxDF5iwZKhJhUOd8pYS_lRtDt7bWBknQM6NOYCjLTOaFUxuYBRw1GVShfRH8ZNG6D3qANRJ1gpFP0Dkpur9golnHgu_2YXhCJmr/s320/image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202450282337129122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;After a great dilemma, I finally appeared for entrance exam of part time MBA. I would like to share all thoughts which played in my mind from the day I planned to study to this day, because during those days my mind was oscillating between whether to join or not. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Very first reason behind choosing part time course is the same which rules the world Money. Today living in a city like Ahmedabad has become too expensive. In such case you need to earn to cope up. And being a software engineer in a good company, I can not let my current profile go in vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Secondly I will gain good experience till I complete my study. I can visualize MBA fundas in my company itself. Even I can implement my study into practice in my own company (if they provide chance). Moreover I can learn from my company and complete my assignments ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Managing two lives together makes you a good manager by itself. Don’t take it lightly but it gives you a practice to work for long hours. Your mind should not think about study when you are on job and the opposite when you are studying. God may give me enough strength to cope up with. Frankly speaking this teaches you isolating your work from your personal life and vice versa. This has been a problem for most of good managers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is why I chose part time course over full time. Now I answer you most confusing questions I found when I planned to study.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What about placement? Well I guarantee you no part time course would provide you placement as it is meant for working professionals. Your employer is your sponsor and your supporter. I suggest you to fulfill your employer’s expectation. Don’t hide any thing from them. They can give you what you deserve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Will it be add-ons for my career? It will be a great add on your knowledge. You must be able to utilize your knowledge in the best way. Remember one thing even if you climb a peak by any means, it is your way of utilizing your knowledge which decides your next position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don’t compare part time study with full time. Both have their own prons &amp;amp; crons. This was all about my struggle. I searched internet but it was the experience of my friends which helped me. So I planned to share it on internet and help those who feel the same. If you are on the same track, please share your problems or thoughts so that we can help each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgphqurAEMwXf9XTl78dT5-mbtOUzEc2_RrFqeIctw3NfxDF5iwZKhJhUOd8pYS_lRtDt7bWBknQM6NOYCjLTOaFUxuYBRw1GVShfRH8ZNG6D3qANRJ1gpFP0Dkpur9golnHgu_2YXhCJmr/s72-c/image014.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><title>Rules are made not to be broken</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/rules-are-made-not-to-be-broken.html</link><category>Straight From My Heart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Wed, 7 May 2008 18:38:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-7460709251402035589</guid><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This article is for those who use “Rules are made to be broken” to fulfill their wicked desire. This is a real story of my friend whose dreams are broken exactly at the time when they are to come true, due to his indiscipline in college and even in life. You may call me a sadistic person when I put his story on my blog. But I have seen many youngsters including my younger brother who are on the same track. So I decided to do this despite of anything you tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That person was with me in my college during graduation. He was a friend of my room mate. When our graduation completed, He decided to pursue MBA degree. He appeared for entrance exam and scored well. He got admission in top college in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Gujarat&lt;/st1:place&gt;. His dream of joining top class MBA institute was now true. But soon the college started, he became lazy and began to bunk the classes. Institute had not taken any action for his low attendance. This encouraged him and in second semester he gave up attending lectures. When internal exam came, he showed medical certificate and convinced the management. He was smart enough to clear final exams with good performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Situation became worse in third semester, he not only bunked the lectures but also ignored internal exam. He used to sleep at his room when his class mates appeared for internal exam. Management was really pissed off his indiscipline. But still they gave a chance to him. He again scored well in final exams of third semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Placement process started in his college. Due to his outstanding records and his smartness, he got selected in a well known company with a fatty salary. He was much happy, all his dreams were fulfilled. Now he did not have to care of his college. Just a final exam of fourth semester was in the path. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But this time management decided to teach him a lesson. Institute did not allow him to seat in internal exam and detained him for six months. He knew if that thing happened he would lose his job and a black spot would be drawn in his career. He bagged but they didn’t listen. He tried every weapon from the arsenal to convince but all in vain. Management taught him a lesson for which he paid the fees; but in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Rules have their own importance in our life. When you break rules for noble act, you will be appreciated. If you break rules for wicked reason, you are setting an example for others not to break the rules.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total></item><item><title>Dont use ur perspective always</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-use-ur-perspective-always.html</link><category>Morals</category><category>Short Stories</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 1 May 2008 18:19:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-5406515480578021286</guid><description>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The train has started moving. It is packed with people of all ages, mostly with the working men and women and young college guys and gals. Near the window, seated a old man with his 30 year old son. As the train moves by, the son is overwhelmed with joy as he was thrilled with the scenery outside.. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"See dad, the scenery of green trees moving away is very beautiful" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This behavior from a thirty year old son made the other people feels strange about him. Every one started murmuring something or other about this son." This guy seems to be a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;mad.&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;” newly married Anup whispered to his wife. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suddenly it started raining... Rain drops fell on the travelers through the opened window. The Thirty year old son, filled with joy “see dad, how beautiful the rain is." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anup's wife got irritated with the rain drops spoiling her new suit. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anup shouted, "Can't you see it's raining, you old man, if &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;your &lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;son is not feeling well get him soon to a mental asylum. Don't disturb public hence forth" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The old man hesitated first and then in a low tone replied "We are on the way back from hospital, my son got discharged today morning , he was a blind by birth, last week only he got his vision,  these rain and nature are new to his eyes. Please forgive us for the inconvenience caused."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The things we see may be right from our perspective until we know the truth. But when we know the truth our reaction to that will hurt even us. So try to understand the problem better before taking a harsh action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Coffee or Cup: what's your choice?</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/coffee-or-cup-what-is-your-choice.html</link><category>Morals</category><category>Short Stories</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 1 May 2008 17:30:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-464619305705423693</guid><description>&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to hot coffee. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. It is natural for you to want only the best for yourselves; that is the source of your problems and stress. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and were eyeing each other's cups. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now if life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change. Some times, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't let the cups drive you... Enjoy the coffee instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Perspective Of Life</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/moral-story-perspective-of-life.html</link><category>Morals</category><category>Short Stories</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:14:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-454644924756527598</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRfwcn8Cl_35QVlrgVQ2FNmZE87ecw51ah0xVi9NlpupbUb5eW526v7vDChK9vU4SH7GfaHEXdU48aJP7UjnLaU66AD97Ue8snuS4MIUt8hoaAtAh_5sh9Mho36XJw8pSWB_Vf4XXPQzS/s1600-h/perspective+of+life.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRfwcn8Cl_35QVlrgVQ2FNmZE87ecw51ah0xVi9NlpupbUb5eW526v7vDChK9vU4SH7GfaHEXdU48aJP7UjnLaU66AD97Ue8snuS4MIUt8hoaAtAh_5sh9Mho36XJw8pSWB_Vf4XXPQzS/s400/perspective+of+life.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195306243076786674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, "How was the trip?" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;"It was great, Dad." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;"Did you see how poor people live?" the father asked. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;"Oh yeah," said the son.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;"So, tell me, what you learned from the trip?" asked the father.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The son answered: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I saw that we have one dog and they had four. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We buy our food, but they grow theirs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We have walls around our property to protect us; they have friends to protect them." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The boy's father was speechless. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Then his son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isn't perspective a wonderful thing? Makes you wonder what would happen if we all gave thanks for everything we have, instead of worrying about what we don't have. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;So, appreciate every single thing you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRfwcn8Cl_35QVlrgVQ2FNmZE87ecw51ah0xVi9NlpupbUb5eW526v7vDChK9vU4SH7GfaHEXdU48aJP7UjnLaU66AD97Ue8snuS4MIUt8hoaAtAh_5sh9Mho36XJw8pSWB_Vf4XXPQzS/s72-c/perspective+of+life.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Dare to feel...</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/dare-to-feel.html</link><category>Straight From My Heart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:08:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-464274011476140405</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1UvikvSwEGDr8s93VtQ2aFo2XqbUtja7jG5dMsbgb5V9lhCxZdlqLsoHbKleux0hp-y6R9Dalt7A5EC5jViXEydRtG9KGOIMLi9I9y1uobDA-FCd8YOu4QEWieIAve9abgMY2wc_-NxZ/s1600-h/strongwillfaery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1UvikvSwEGDr8s93VtQ2aFo2XqbUtja7jG5dMsbgb5V9lhCxZdlqLsoHbKleux0hp-y6R9Dalt7A5EC5jViXEydRtG9KGOIMLi9I9y1uobDA-FCd8YOu4QEWieIAve9abgMY2wc_-NxZ/s320/strongwillfaery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193075896624744930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;True Courage is the strength to show all kinds of feelings. Daily we come across many quarrels, discussions or accidents where we feel we should express our feelings or emotions or sometimes our help, still we fail to do that. I find many of us developed a fear of expressing oneself. Even at workplace, people feel insecure to ask doubts or to show his opinion where a crowd is gathered. Does my opinion have a meaning? Will other consider me a stupid? Such fear leaves that person thinking about his opinion or doubt for the rest of discussion. These circumstances become more critical when such person involved in a strange atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before a week, I went to play cricket. While returning, my group stopped at a tea stall to have tea. As we took our seats, an old woman started shouting on a young man. We were just trying to understand the situation, they started a quarrel and the noise was irritating. The quarrel was about some money that young man had borrowed. None of the spectators tried to stop them. Suddenly one of my group members who even didn’t know “Gujarati”, in which the altercation was going on, stood and asked that old woman to take money from him and he also convinced the young guy that he should not shout on elders especially on such an old lady. That young man felt guilty and apologized, he also promised to return money as soon as possible. My whole group was shocked watching my friend’s daring to express what he felt. Even language didn’t stop him from expressing himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have observed the same thing in case of accidents. Though helping is a noble act, we stay in dilemma whether to involve in that matter or not. I have seen many of my friends who like to stay away from an accident place. When you go out for a walk and suddenly you see a person fallen of his bike, you will first stop, think to help and before you answer yourself, other people around will be gathered and help the victim. Once you convince yourself that situation is ok, you will continue with your business. We all may have such experience, but don’t consider you didn’t ask for help as others were gathered. It is also the same fear that prevents us from showing our gentle feeling. A strong person in such situation still goes close to the victim, asks him how that happened and shows sympathy. Even he tries to lighten up the mood by producing some humors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A well conditioned athlete falls into tear after victory or a participant in beauty pageant once declared winner shows her great surprise and happiness. In such occasions, we can see how much that person is strong not only physically but also emotionally. We should not hide our feelings out of fear and that decides our true strength. Once you eliminate such fears, you won’t stop expressing any kind of feelings whether you may be standing in a crowd. As emotions flow, self-confidence is raised and hence our inner strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1UvikvSwEGDr8s93VtQ2aFo2XqbUtja7jG5dMsbgb5V9lhCxZdlqLsoHbKleux0hp-y6R9Dalt7A5EC5jViXEydRtG9KGOIMLi9I9y1uobDA-FCd8YOu4QEWieIAve9abgMY2wc_-NxZ/s72-c/strongwillfaery.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><title>"India Vs India" - India Poised Anthem</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/india-vs-india-india-poised-anthem.html</link><category>Great Speech</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 12:18:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-3320996511645891637</guid><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are two &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indias&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in this country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;One  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is straining at the leash,  eager to spring forth and live up to all the adj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;ectives that the world has been  recently showering upon us.&lt;br /&gt;The other &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is the  leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; says give me a chance and I'll  prove myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;The other &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; says prove yourself first and  maybe then you'll have a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; lives in  the optimism of our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;The other &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; lurks in  the skepticism of our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; wants. The other  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; hopes.&lt;br /&gt;One  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; leads. The other  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These  conversions are on the rise. With each passing day more and more people from the  other &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; have been coming over to this  side. And quietly, while the world is not looking, a pulsating, dynamic new  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is emerging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; whose faith in success is far  greater than its fear of failure. An &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; that no longer boycotts  foreign-made goods but buys out the companies that make them  instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History, they say, is a bad motorist. It rarely ever signals its  intentions when it's taking a turn.&lt;br /&gt;This is that rarely-ever moment. History  is turning a page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over half a century, our nation has sprung,  stumbled, run, fallen, rolled over, got up and dusted herself and cantered,  sometimes lurched on. But today, in our 60th year as a free nation, the ride has  brought us to the edge of time's great precipice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; - a tiny little voice at the  back of the head - is looking down at the bottom of the ravine and  hesitating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is looking up at the sky and  saying it's time to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;"&gt;Source : &lt;a href="http://www.indiapoised.com/"&gt;India Poised&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Download Video : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;a title="http://www.indiapoised.com/video2.htm" href="http://www.indiapoised.com/video2.htm"&gt;http://www.indiapoised.com/video2.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>A Blessings In Disguise</title><link>http://the-voyager-of-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/blessings-in-disguise.html</link><category>Straight From My Heart</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jay Rajani)</author><pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 15:48:00 +0530</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8382666424281772084.post-5303289279529292093</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;This is a success story of my cricket team. My company participates in an inter-corporate cricket tournament every year. We had a great history of “not winning” a single game in the cup from last two years. But this year, lady-luck changed partner. We prepared a cricket team the same way we do each year. Most of players were the same but this time we participated with a hope to win at least one match.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIgdAZPvu8l3Gaq4gx1NURnEnkIbiHVhs3194Kf2IXz-ZgPlE6uqKQDJvl8J6OAKbIIy9TAt_jkRt6G2pGnnp9nbwO3tnJ4bAtZJIViiXQ_8SHzOuSIhPOUasv86OveH1fEYyXhq9r7_bT/s1600-h/success.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIgdAZPvu8l3Gaq4gx1NURnEnkIbiHVhs3194Kf2IXz-ZgPlE6uqKQDJvl8J6OAKbIIy9TAt_jkRt6G2pGnnp9nbwO3tnJ4bAtZJIViiXQ_8SHzOuSIhPOUasv86OveH1fEYyXhq9r7_bT/s320/success.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187932388434996978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our first match was wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;h &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a poor opponent. With great surprise of all, we scored highest runs in the first inning. We crushed opponent’s all hopes to win by setting an unachievable target. But when we came to bowl, we wer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e too re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;laxed that opponent chased the highest target made ever in this tournament. We were shocked; we could not convince ourselves that we continued the history by losing highest total targeted match. We hardly spoke to each other and we left the ground. I could not find a single word to describe the situation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when I came home back; but only disappointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The next match was a knock-out match; do or die situation for our team. We had two weeks in between. We came to company, and decided to practice daily. “Sometimes wining is everything” was true for us now. With a new start, we worked hard on practice. I found everyone was doing his best on the ground. We were waiting for the next play, our turn to show what we were and what we could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: justify; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With the end of two weeks, our wait came to an end and we were again standing on the same ground where people saw us losing all the way. Adding to our fortune, the opponent was a three time champion team. But this time we did not want to give away a single chance to our opponent. As per our plan, we won the toss and opted to bowl first. The reason behind our decision was also unorthodox. The day was a chilled cold day and we arrived on ground an hour earlier; so we had enough warm up practice; and our opponent being so confident had not have any warm up exercise even. So we thought to get some early wickets. With the start of innings, their wickets fell like castle of cards falls. With the lowest score on the ground we sent the entire team to pavilion. And we won the game with little extra effort in batting, And Yah! We did it. But we did not relax this time, now our target was not a single match but tournament itself. We kept ourselves on the same track we followed for second match; and we won the whole series. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;With the ball, which was hit for winning run, in my hand I was looking at my team, thinking what made this day so enjoyable; our victory of the day or this stage achieved after our first defeat. This tournament left me with many memorable events and a great moral of life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"how weak or strong you are if you get relaxed once reaching close to success, it will be snatched from your hands as you are not the only one waiting for it. You have to be consistent until you climb the peak of success and still have to work hard to be there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIgdAZPvu8l3Gaq4gx1NURnEnkIbiHVhs3194Kf2IXz-ZgPlE6uqKQDJvl8J6OAKbIIy9TAt_jkRt6G2pGnnp9nbwO3tnJ4bAtZJIViiXQ_8SHzOuSIhPOUasv86OveH1fEYyXhq9r7_bT/s72-c/success.png" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>