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Right now, it is a mix of the three. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There are lot of mails, gyans, and messages on how to be happy in life. But I dont see anybody following the path to happiness nor do I follow it. Everything is cyclic. If am happy people around me will be happy. If they are not, that reflects on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;What makes one unhappy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;faliure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;jealousy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;misunderstanding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;dissatisfaction?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;discontent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;disregarding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ignorance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The list is on and on. Few of the reasons are due to our beliefs. Rest is cause of the people around us. When I was listing the above mentioned reason, I was wondering what could lead to these. Ideally, an ignorance or disregarding could lead to misunderstanding, or the other yround.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There are people who ignore the cause of unhappiness, and try to be happy. Some people move to their own world when something hurts them. These people either keep to themselves or go around speaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;philosophies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;There would also be instances when we will actually be upset but we will not know the reason behind it or we will fool ourself by hiding/not thinking about the reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;On such instances, I get reminded of an advice from one of my teachers. And I follow her words which actually ends up making me feel better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;If you are upset over something and you dont know the reason, then you should sit quietly and think about all that had happened to you and around you from morning. One by one all the incidents will flash in your mind. And when u come accross the incident that has been troubling you, your heart actually becomes heavy. This is so damm true! Once you get hold of this reason, you should find out what exactly affected your mood - which moment caused you more pain. Once you find that, you can easily find a solution to it. If you are not finding a solution, then it means the problem is linked to someother person. Do not wait for a second. Talk to the concerned person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It does wonders! I am yet to improve on the second part of the technique i.e., talking to the concerned person. Cause I tend to supress my worries within myself. I have changed quite a lot. I can see I am reaching there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25756543-4925732404534131457?l=mridhool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Telling lies... yes papa :D</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;* The title of this post was changed from 'Lieing to parents' to 'Jonny Jonny.. yes papa.. Telling lies... yes papa :D' cause of two devils. And, this post is not about we lieing to our parents. It is about how our parents can make out every single change in us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Liging to parents: This is something I just C-A-N-N-O-T do!!! Even if I try to, I end up looking like a jOKEr (I know what you are thinking!! :-P) (Inspite of this I give it a try :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One incident is still afresh in my mind. It was about two-and-half years ago. I had to attend one of my colleagues wedding. It was a Christian wedding so it was in the evening. Those days, I had a strict order at home to reach home early and not wander anywhere other than my office. Reason: I was getting married in couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did that order stop me? NO. I was thinking how bad my friend would feel if I dint attend his wedding. (Ask me if he remembers who all attended his wedding! Ha Ha.) So, we (Me and My friend - partner in *crime*) decided to start early from office and headed to the venue. On way, we had to purchase gift for the couple, find the route and had a fight with the auto guy!! By 7.00 pm we managed to reach the hall. The newly weds were yet to arrive from the church. Meanwhile, we caught up with our colleagues who were around. By then, the couple arrived. Wishes followed. And, I checked the time. It was 7.45!!! We thought to skip the dinner so that we can reach home on time. (and go home and tell our parents we had dinner *another lie*) LOLz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up having the dinner from the mandap. How can we hurt our friend by not eating at his reception :D? Then, we took an auto back home. Just then my dad called me. I missed a heart beat on seeing call. Thousands of questions were running in my mind – what will he ask? What will I say? How will I manage? Amma is gonna kill me. I recited the lines I had to utter for the question my dad MAY ask, and pressed the green button on my phone. Said ‘yes acha’. (For all the non-malayalee readers (IF ANY haha), Acha means dad in Malayalam). He asked me, ‘Where are you molae?’ (Again, for all the non-malayalee readers, ‘molae’ means ‘dear daughter’). I prompt replied ‘On way home acha..’. Not that I was very good in dialog delivery!! Cause I could clearly guess from my dad’s response that he knew what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that going to a party without informing parents is a blunder. But, going ANYWHERE without informing your loved one’s is just not the right thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, if you are up to ANYTHING without your parents knowledge, just pluck the thought out of you! Cause your parents can notice even a small change in you and can easily guess what you are upto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25756543-1195270314385632040?l=mridhool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Telling lies... yes papa :D" /><author><name>Mridhool</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14042824206144024355</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://mridhool.blogspot.com/2009/03/lieing-to-parents.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YNQnc6cSp7ImA9Wx5WEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25756543.post-1662299573961909260</id><published>2009-03-09T14:43:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-23T21:56:33.919+05:30</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-23T21:56:33.919+05:30</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Niece" /><title>Love Kids!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is a lot of change in our lives after my niece walked in. There are few things you have to live with when a little one is around. At their age, innocence is at its peak. Few of the changes which have walked in our life in the name of my lovely niece are as follows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt;: Men in our house used to roll around all the news channels without giving us a chance to peep into other channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now: &lt;/strong&gt;Neither they watch news channels nor we get to watch our fav channels.&lt;br /&gt;Reason: Dora, Notty (or Noddy??), various rhymes CD, list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;This scene indeed is a pleasure to watch. There would be three men (my dad, my hubby and my BIL) sit on the sofa (HELPLESS), and in front of them would be my niece keenly watching the animated characters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt;: We used to skip a heart beat if water falls over the sofa/bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;: We laugh over the little one who tries to pull the sofa covers and pees on it. :-D&lt;br /&gt;Though you get angry over the things these little one does, one smile from her and you are floored! She would change the ‘naksha’ of a well maintained house to a war field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt;: ‘I love sleeping’ Who doesn’t love sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;: From sound sleeps at night you will have sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;This as a beautiful change in women. Women, who used to long for sleeps and who used to get pissed off when disturbed from sleep, stay awake with their babies in hand through out the night. Probably, that’s motherhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt;: I had to share chocklates with crispy only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;: Three shares please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then&lt;/strong&gt;: we used to address achan and ammaa as ‘acha’ and ‘amma’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now&lt;/strong&gt;: Term them ‘ammacha’ and ‘ammamma’ :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;List goes on and on….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world is fighting for money, fame and recognition, these little one’s will be seriously involved in their works. They would be playing with two glass filled with water, putting their dolls to sleep, trying to open some container and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is indeed disappointing that these innocent adoring little one’s grow to become what we are today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever! I just love kids. Love their breath, expression, broken words, naughtiness, smile, laugh…. Gosh.. just love kids!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25756543-1662299573961909260?l=mridhool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Almost each individual in the IT industry wud have seen or faced such situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back, I visited a hospital. As a matter of fact, most of the companies send their IT kids to this hospital for their medical checkups before their onsite travel. Even on that day, there were lot of IT kids waiting for their checkups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seated in the reception. Next to me, a lady and her daughter were seated. The lady had accompanied her daughter for the checkup and yeah they looked happy on the reason behind the checkup. The young lady got up and walked into the doctor's cabin leaving her bag and cell with her mom. Minutes later her phone rang. Her mom picked the call. Below is one of the irritating conversations I ever heard! Trust me, I was not eavs dropping. Both the caller and the lady were audible to each member in the recepion cause the hospital had pin-drop silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;: Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caller&lt;/em&gt;: Hi aunty, This is XYZ here. Can I speak to ABC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;: We are in hospital, lady. She is with the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caller&lt;/em&gt;: Is everything okay aunty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;: Yeah yeah. She has come for her medicals. She will be travelling in a weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caller&lt;/em&gt;: Yeah aunty. I got the news. Thats y, thought would speak to her. But aunty, she din't inform me about it! I was so happy and suprised to hear the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;: Yeah lady. She is busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caller&lt;/em&gt;: yeah I understand aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;: So, when are you flying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caller&lt;/em&gt;: No idea aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;: Ask for one na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caller&lt;/em&gt;: yeah aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;: You will have some salary hike also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caller&lt;/em&gt;: Hmmm aunty. Okay aunty. Please tell her I called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom&lt;/em&gt;: ok lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caller&lt;/em&gt;: Bye aunty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation is not just faced by one. Almost all ITians face this situation. I have noticed that parents of IT kids start asking 'when is ur turn?' once their kids get an onsite oppurtunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot explain how irritated I was after hearing the conversation. I couldnt sit next to that lady. I was thinking how the caller would have felt when she was asked about her travel and salary hike. That too by one of her friends mother! These people will not even know about the kind of projects and work their kids are doing. But they use all jargons to project that their kids are working for a reputed company!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite obivous that all ITians will long for an onsite opportunity. They will have their own dreams. When they don't get the opportunity, they will be depressed. And when people start commenting and questioning about it, it is like a snake bit on a hurt wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish and pray that people become more sensible. And don't play with others sentiments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25756543-681145683606915086?l=mridhool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And then they will start comparing the country with their own country. Am a normal human being, so I should do the&lt;br /&gt;comparision too. Here I go...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The company has quite big shopping malls in its campus which closes around 6 pm everyday. I was standing near one of the malls. It was about 6.05 pm. I saw a person rushing from one corner of the campus towards this mall. When he came near the mall, I noticed that he was none other than the CEO of the company. He rushed towards the mall and asked for something. The receptionist politely replied 'I'm sorry. We are closed!'. He immediately smiled and replied, 'Oh It's alright. I will pick it tomorrow.' I was spellbound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this had happened back in India the store operator/receptionist would have led the CEO inside the mall and let him pick the things. But, will this response be the same if it was a normal employee? Probably it could be their way or showing their respect towards the big shot or could it be that they cannot say NO? Or it could be the fear that 'oh my will this big shot do something if I reject him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, It is so because over here (abroad) people are more time oriented. If the receptist says YES and allows the person to pick the things, then probably these might happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Might miss her bus/train back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Might be late for her evening appointments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Might exceed her shift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Might be that her KRA says so ;-P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So they clearly send out a message, we are closed after 6. If you want to pick up something, you can come in before six. It is not that they are being harsh (as people think). They are being oriented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I understand and am aware that there are many people who are strong enough to say NO to what they thing is wrong or whatever! But this post is for the one's, who are reluctant to say NO. Yes, that includes me too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just like how these people have to learn a lot from us, let's also agree that we have to learn a lot from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25756543-5974726463994112555?l=mridhool.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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