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Are You Facing Connectivity Problem With Tata Photon?

2010-04-29T21:06:00.000-07:00

For long I've been cursing Tata Phton for frequent disconnection problem. And having freedom of raising my voice in Twitter, I tweeted #fail for Tata Photon many times. Atlast they noticed that somebody is ruining their brand name only and tweeted me (politely) to mail Tata Teleservice what problem am I facing.

Honestly replied me soon and even contacted a technician near my place. The Technician came and changed some settings in control panel and it's working better. In case any of you facing same trouble let me share the setting you should check.

Got to Start> Control Panel>Phone and Modem Option

Check I: See whether 'My Location' is set right. It should be your Landline STD code (as far as I could understood).

Then click on Modems tab.

Now select the Tata Photon modem from the list, here in my case it is SIT_1x_usbmodem then click on Properties.

In the properties window, click on the Advanced tab.

Check II: Make sure the Extra Initialization Commands are given right. It should be at+crm=1

Now your Tata Photon should be good to go. Try this and tell me whether your problem got solved or not.

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I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart

2010-04-29T20:18:00.000-07:00

Found this story in a Facebook Photo caption of Kay Regala As it is said in the story We may save a marriage by spreading the story. So here goes the story-

To those who are married, .. Not married .. and
soon to be married, I hope you will be touched with this story...

MARRIAGE

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't
talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what
had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just
pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent
ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for
her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I
had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of
me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a
kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several
weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell
asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.

She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a
life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken
marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going
crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd
request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to
face the divorce, she said scornfully..

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we
both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy
in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to
the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in
my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about
the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the
office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she
was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I
wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was
growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry
her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few
dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so
thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her
heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer
and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I
might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,
walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her
hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly;
it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held
her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I
held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked
intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked
upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not
want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have
a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each
other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and
wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I
run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the
bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot
give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend
and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a
real happy marriage!

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage.

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they
were to success when they gave up.

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How to Place Adsense Ad Within Each Blogger Blog Post

2010-03-29T03:31:00.000-07:00

Whenever I visited some well known blogs, I have found they had placed Adsense Ad within their post (as shown in the above pic). I long wanted to have this in my blogger blog too. I did it today for my blogs. If you want to do the same, here is how to do it -

INSTALLATION

1. Get your adsense code, and Encode it before placing.
To do the encoding, you can use "Postable" or use other sites given here.

2. Now, go to Layout section and "Edit HTML" tab.

3. Its always recommended to download a backup of your template before making some changes. So download the template!

4. Click "Expand Widget Template" checkbox.

5. Press "Ctrl+F" and find:



<data:post.body/>

If you are using "Expandable Post Summaries" in your template, then you'll find
<p><data:post.body/></p>
and infact two of them.
In that case, you are supposed to place the adsense code above the first



<p><data:post.body/></p>

6. Now Copy the code below and paste it just ABOVE the tag you searched in step 5.



 <b:if cond='data:blog.pageType == &quot;item&quot;'>

 <div style='float:style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">center;padding:5px;'>

 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">

--- PLACE YOUR ENCODED ADSENSE CODE HERE ---

 </div>

 </b:if>

...Don't forget to replace the text in red with your encoded adsense ad code, that you have done in step 1.
These <b:if> and <div>tags will decide the alignment of your ad. So dont leave these while pasting the adsense code.

DONE! After doing this step, An adsense ad will be placed just below the title and above the text of EACH and EVERY post of your Blogger blog automatically.

Read the full article here from tipsotricks.com if you want to know how to place more than one ad inside the post or how to customize the ad.

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Twitter Hovercard: Preview Tweep Details Directly From Timeline

2010-03-11T21:46:00.000-08:00

This week twitter introduced another cool new feature-HoverCard. Hover your mouse pointer over any username, and twitter will preview details of that tweep like Name, Place and a more button (Shown in the pic above).

When you click on the More...button the Hovercard expands as below

And now you get to see the Web,Bio,Latest Tweet & Tweet, Following, Follower,List count.

You can control Device Update & ReTweet option for that tweep from lower left corner, and Reply,DM,Unfollow,Block or Report SPAM from the option in lower right corner.

Wish: Only one feature I want in this Hovercard, that is capability of adding it to List.
Tell us whether you like or not this feature.

You can check out the following articles in my Personal Growth Blog:

How Cat Taught Me Not to Trust Tradition (yourdreammovement.co.cc)
Be an Asking Expert! (yourdreammovement.co.cc)
GratitudeLog - An awesome way of Remembering and Sharing Your Blessings (yourdreammovement.co.cc)
Secret Weapon to Win the Battle of Life-"This Too Will Pass Soon! " (yourdreammovement.co.cc)
5 Ways to Break-up with Stress (yourdreammovement.co.cc)
How to Fight Your Fear (yourdreammovement.co.cc)
Recipe of Life: A Step by Step Guide to Fulfilling Life (yourdreammovement.co.cc)

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I Nearly Lost You Dad

2010-03-01T05:17:00.000-08:00

First story in the series A Story Called Life.

I don't know exactly how and when I lost my Dad. I can't remember. I don't know what's happening to me. May be its the sudden shock. A few moment ago I knew Dad was there for us. Suddenly what I can remember is everybody in family crying. A sudden empty feelings within the stomach and within the heart.

I couldn't stare at Mom! She wasn't just crying for her husband, she was crying more for the person whom she first met when she was in class Eight. A skinny, shy boy-who used to follow her everywhere and hence my mom hated him most in the world. But her hate or ignorance couldn't discourage that boy from following her. When she started digging his past, she found he is not a flirting type person, rather a very introvert and geek, from a very poor family but good from heart. May be Mom still remember the date when she started liking Dad(younger version). Those days were not as fast as today. Next step in their love story was that Mom stared back when my Dad used to follow her anywhere, that was a big victory for my Dad! It came after two years of consistency. They took few more years to come close,means when they could walk side by side, could say occasionally "Hi!" I could see reflection of the day when My Dad proposed her and she said "YES!!!" in her tears. She really seemed to be hit by the storm. She is completely lost in her memory. She is becoming silent for sometime, smiling unconsciously remembering great moments spent together, and when she was again getting back to reality she was crying her heart out. As I was very close to my Mom and Dad I know their love story. After ten years of love they got married. Mom's parents were never agreed with this relationship but still Mom fought her way to this marriage. Then something happened, that they haven't ever told me, something I couldn't ever dared to ask them. Something happened that stolen the romance out of their relationship. I know they loved each other all life, but they started acting more like husband and wife less like lovers. May be the reason was our big joint family and bigger responsibilities-I don't know really. I have seen Mom always telling Dad that he is changed, and guess what Dad used to tell her the same. Maybe they both didn't know why they had changed. Maybe today after such terrible loss Mom can understand what changed their relationship forever. But it will be a mystery to me forever, I am not going to ask about this ever in my life. While crying Mom called me once and hugged me tight. I am sure she was remembering the moment when she gave birth to me, and Dad was there, everywhere everytime. She was remembering how a new chapter began in their life. How with lots of sacrifices they started bringing up me together. It was tough, damn tough. Sometimes I think they lost many parts of their relationship due to me. Dad worked day in day out to give us a new house, to give me best schooling. Mom companied me, their single child in every step. I am sure she is crying more remembering that day when they left me in a Boarding school for the first time. Though I haven't seen, but I can guess how was that night for my parents. It took me long to convince them to eat good food or use fan at home. They were always feeling guilty for admitting me in a boarding school, though it was one of the finest. Yes I was upset, very very upset on them. I never wanted to go to an boarding school, I wanted to stay always at home, and I always regretted and few times shouted at my parents that I lost 12 years of my childhood in hostel. But at this moment I can understand, whatever I am today, is because of their wisest decision. It was really hard for me, but I was there with so many friends, but it was harder for my parents, they were alone, they missed me every moment. I know mom is regretting for every moments she fought with him, Because now his behaviour is becoming reasonable. She was whispering and crying in agony "Why haven't I ever done those little things which he wanted me to do-like staying silent when he was in bad mood after whole day's work, like not leaving the spoon in his tea-cup, like not making sound when he was asleep. He didn't demanded much. You know when I was getting into my first year of college I was seeing that something is changing in my parents' relationship- that romance which was lost years ago is returning. They started spending time together alone. They started whispering again. They started laughing again. Though they had occasional fights, but their relation was getting better. Maybe because I was grown up and taking my own responsibility, may be Dad understood some sacrifices he made for some members of family wasn't worthy at all. And when everything was getting better...why did you do this to us God? Why?

I can't take it anymore. I ran back to my room. Tears in my eyes. I can't cry loud. I have to be strong. I still can't believe Dad is not here! The first memory of my Dad I can remember is he used to take me to playground every afternoon after returning from office, when I was very young. He didn't have any friends, rather he didn't had any time for friends, family was everything for him. I can remember a day when a bull started chasing us, and how my Dad ran taking me in his lap. I owe my life to him from that day. I remember how every night he used to teach me Exercises while he was doing his daily rounds. He was the person who introduced me to God, he used to take me to Ramakrishna Mission, we used to attend prayer, play around the temple. He taught me God is not something to pray for our own sake, or when we need him, rather God seemed to me more like a friend who is always with me showing me the right path. Thanks to Dad for my this understanding.My Dad was really one man army, how he took us from a struggling family to a stable one is itself a story worth written. He was not a person who could express his feeling through his words, but today I am starting to understand lots of his untold feelings. I can remember him crying like a little baby while leaving me in the hostel for the first time and may be everytime, may be I stopped noticing his tears later. I can remember how he taught me Mathematics, in rather unconventional way, and made it most interesting subject of my life. I can remember everytime I wanted something badly, he used to delay giving that thing, and I hated him for that, but it took me years to understand what a wonderful lesson he taught me early in my life. I learned to wait patiently for what I want. You know he is the reason behind one of my addiction -Drug! Just kidding! Books! He used to bought so many books for me, and also used to read them for me, when I haven't still learnt reading. And when I learnt reading I became a book lover, whatever I am today is mostly because of books I read, and credit goes to my Dad. When most of parents scolds their children for watching TV, my Dad never did. He always gave me liberty. Not just about watching television but about most of the things in my life. You know I had only few friends in my childhood and my parents was my best friends. You won't believe if I tell you I have learnt whistling after practising with my Dad for an hour, because it was the day when he learnt it first time too. But don't know when our friendship broke. I don't exactly how or when. May be when I started taking decisions of my life on my own. May be when I started saying "It's My Life!!!" May be when I took different ideology. May be when I thought I knew more than Dad. I was most upset with my parents when I told them I love someone and they reacted negatively. I started hating my father for not accepting my love at the first meet, for not ever talking to me like a friend about what's going on in my Love life, for scolding me for talking on phone late at night. But...but how could I missed those moments when after some days my Dad welcomed her as a member of our family. How he never forgot to give me a hundred rupee note every weekend while visiting me in hostel to call my love. How he secretly increased my pocket money to sponsor my love. Oh God! Why I haven't noticed! Arguments became more frequent. We seldom talked to each other. Though I used to talk little bit with my mom, me and my dad was becoming completely stranger living in the same house. Wish I could go back in time and say him sorry for everytime I shouted to him. May be our thinking was different, but that didn't necessarily mean one of us was wrong. If only I could understand this before. Biggest fight I had with my Dad was during choosing my career. He always wanted me to be an Engineer and get a good job or do higher study. I can understand now, after struggling through a difficult job of bank employee, he wanted me to have a secure job, social respect. But I never wanted to be that. I always wanted to be free, that's why chosen Entrepreneurship. I think I have never told him why I chosen this path. I wanted to stay at home. I missed my home, my parents in my childhood. I didn't want rest of my life to be spent mostly in office. If I have to work, I preferred to work from home. I wanted to spend more time with them, I wanted to re-live my childhood in my youth. I wanted them to give the hints-visiting Chandannagar together on the occasion of Jagaddhatri Puja was really a memorable experience of our life. Also last Christmas wasn't any less special, when I spent whole day with my parents in Kolkata. Wish I could make him understand, that I wanted to stay close to them. I wanted to make a difference as they always taught me. I wanted to live for others also like they did just in larger scale. He was against my decision, but best part of him was he still helped me walking my own path. He could have stopped my pocket money, he could have done a lots of things, but he didn't. And I am grateful to him for that. I hated everytime when he used to shout, but today I can feel after what he had gone through in his life, I shouldn't have blame him. Feeling strange, head is circling, I don't know what we would do without him. Everything I could have said to him is now lost forever. If only once I could met him again I would have told him "I love You Dad. You mean a lot to me. Whatever differences we may have, we can still be friends. Please don't leave me alone, please...."

Trrrng....Trrrrng...what sound is that? Oh! It is my alarm clock! Then...then...I was asleep...I was dreaming! Oh God! Oh God! Dad...he is still in office. Thank you God, thanks for making me realize. Today I am gonna tell him what I feel...even if my voice shakes. I love You Dad. I nearly lost you!

I know your eyes are moist. Mine too! Don't just sit there. Run to your parents or the person who is important to your life. And tell them how much you love them, before its too late.

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A Story Called Life

2010-02-17T06:58:00.000-08:00

For all my life I always searched for interesting stories, not like a reporter, more like an explorer. To find new dimensions, deep emotions, strange complexities, simplest solutions. In one word to find truth. What truth? Truth behind our lives. What are the things that makes this life worth living. Once I thought I was searching for Secret of Happiness, I was searching for light, I was searching for smile. But it took me long to understand that life is incomplete with happiness, light ,smile. What complete life is Sorrow, darkness, tears. It's the darkness which makes us understand the value of light.

I never wanted to be limited within the boundary of books or classrooms. Because didn't find much interesting stories there. I started searching for interesting stories in books and movies. From my childhood I always lived in my imagination than in my reality. I can remember those days when I used to read Comic Books, specially super hero type like He-Man, Spiderman, Superman, etc. Even I used to dress myself like them (wearing underwear over pant and attaching a towel at my back) and saved the world thousand times in my imagination. I guess I had the urge of making a difference from then.

I can remember we got television in our home when I was in class six. But no cable connection then. Just National Channels DD I and DD Bangla. When I close my eyes, I can see a boy eagerly waiting for friday, because at that time we could watch movie (with loads of commercials) on National channel only on Friday. I can still feel the sensation of watching so called Romantic Films for the first time. And coincidently hero of all those films were Shahrukh Khan. May be that's why I am so fond of SRK, for teaching me first lessons of love. Though my parents always said "Television is nothing but idiot box. Whatever is shown in films never happens in real life", but they were always liberal about letting me watch television. When I look back to my past, I thanked them for this liberty, because I learned more from movies or TV than from any book.

Longest movie I had seen at that time was "Kranti" a film on Indian Freedom Movement. I can still remember the moist in my eyes. For the first time I learned people can die for their country.
I watched "Mohabbatein" renting a VCR in my sister's first birthday ceremony. I learned there are no force stronger than love. I don't know about you, but each story, be it from a book or from a movie taught me many important lesson of life. I will dedicate one post for these one day.

Memory of one story always surfaces to my mind. It's a Love story by Samaresh Majumder at the time of Political Unrest in West Bengal. Three book series-story of three generation-"Uttaradhikar", "Kalbela" & "Kalpurush". But I liked "Kalbela" the most. I can never forget in my life Madhabilata-Animesh, two lead characters of the story and survival of their love despite of every difficulty.

Then comes the most interesting and fascinating story I have read in my life-Harry Potter! At that time I couldn't afford to buy HP books, so used to listen to its stories from my friends from Rich Families. I was in class VIII then. Harry Potter movie was shown in our school, I can still remember punching one of my friend for commenting it as boring. Ever since I saw the first movie, I started living more in Hogwarts (School of magic where Harry stays) than in my reality. I started growing up with Harry, eagerly waiting for the next movie to release. With my growing up love for Harry Potter gradually increased, as today I am eagerly waiting for the last two movies to be released.

I started finding one story after another. But suddenly one day I realized most interesting story I am living actually. When I paid attention to all the people around me, be it my friends,relatives or the stranger sitting besides me in local train, they have some story to tell, but there is nobody to write and share their story to the world. I decided that day, I will write. I knew I was not that good writer. I had not much confidence in my writing, but had faith in the stories of our daily lives. May be one day I will write a book, but I have so many stories to tell, and last night I felt I should start writing, not someday but today, now!

So from today I will continue this series titled "A Story Called Life" with label LifeStory. Most of it will come from my life, and also lives of people around me. Some of it from my imagination. Even I will allow my readers to share their story too. If you have any story you haven't told anyone before, you can mail me.

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Just Read ZERO PERCENTILE

2010-01-26T04:31:00.000-08:00

I first came to know about this book from Poonam Sharma's Blog. What attracted me first about this book is its subtitle "Missed IIT Kissed Russia" . I bought the book immediately from Flipkart (at just Rs 71,in case you want to know).

I just got the book delivered to me yesterday, and when I started reading the book today morning and being a social media addict, updated "reading Zero Percentile by Neeraj Chhibba..." got response that this book is an unsuccessful attempt to recreate the magic of Five Point Someone by Chetan Bhagat. Thanks to Poonam's review, I didn't bothered about this response. And after completing the book I can say, in no way it can be compared with Five Point Someone except in both the book the word "IIT" appeared. It surprised me a lot seeing how people comes to an opinion without having the actual knowledge.

Anyway talking about the book, I will not say this is one of the best book I have ever read, but I will definitely say this pretty good being début story by any new author.

So what is the story? It's a story of an ordinary boy from Delhi, having strange twists throughout in life. Name of the boy-Pankaj. Who came to this world highly anticipated and astrologically calculated, being the son of their parent after two unsuccessful attempt(read giving birth to daughters). First few pages of the story revolves much around the birth of Pankaj, which seemed a little boring to me. But first spark came to the story with the friendship of Pankaj, Motu and Priya. It will take you to the feeling of unconditional friendship of school life. Ups and downs in friendship at that age is nicely portrayed. With the advancement of the story, you can understand that Pankaj was falling in love with Priya, but he was too busy preparing for IIT JEE to express his feelings. Worth mentioning the Entrepreneurial spirit of Pankaj from that small age, helping the IIT Entrance coaching institute to flourish within years. Having experience of preparing for IITJEE myself I have only one question for the author-how can Pankaj maintain preparing for IIT, improving the coaching centre, and thinking about Priya all the time(as it is mentioned in the book), but any way may be the spices were needed to make the story interesting.

So Pankaj was on the verge of clearing IIT JEE, but a terrible accident changed his fate. He missed IIT and landed up in Russia to kiss (as the title suggests)his fortune. One thing I forgot to tell you, some astrologer had predicted in his childhood that one day he would go to abroad and fall in love with a woman there.

The story got more interesting from here, some difficult to remember and spell names of places in Russia, killing winter, wild hostel life, a free and daring approach to open sexualities there gave the story momentum.

Death of Pankaj's father brought Pankaj back to India and also back from his bohemian lifestyle. He met Motu in India and came to know that Priya is seeing someone and very soon they are getting married. This didn't bother Pankaj at that time, as love for Priya subsided completely at that time. He determined to complete his degree in Russia, fulfilling his parent's dream.

But to bear the expense of the dream, he took a job in his Senior's venture back in Russia. And from here started another chapter in Pankaj's story. Being ditched by his seniors cum bosses he took revenge by founding his own company and drowning his bosses.

Astrologers' prediction came true in it's wildest possible manner, through the Russian Language Teacher of Pankaj-Sveta. Their relationship started with some crazy sex, first propose of Pankaj's life from her, and beginning of short-live love story, which ended for some deep reason.

Pankaj had to get back to India, and guess what Priya got divorced, childhood closeness started coming back...story ended from where it all started-India, leaving traces of memory back in Russia.

I could have said the story is too impractical to be true, if not learned from my own life Truth is stranger than Fiction. So will I write ever story of my life? Someday...may be...stay tuned.

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Saraswati Puja 2010...a Memorable Experience

2010-01-21T11:47:00.000-08:00

This year Saraswati Puja was really special for many reasons. Started with Anjali at Khushi's house. You can see the the purohit (who conducts the puja) in the blue sweater, sorry to say he became the victim of our leg pulling after being caught using some mantras on his own. I had lots of fun with Khushi and her brother Babu and sister Rushi. I am really blessed to have them in my life. Then had lots of fruits and sweets as prasad, and started for visiting our primary school. I was really very excited because I was going to meet my cousin sister Neha after one year.

When we reached School (Saraswati Sishu Mandir ), and was waiting for Neha, we were feeling very nostalgic. That place was the beginning of everything, foundation of our still-strong values, and our love story too.

We started checking the drawings by the students. Really felt great seeing the potential and imagination of this little pure souls.

Then Neha(one in black t-shirt ) came, somehow I stopped myself from crying. I didn't want to create a scene, neither I wanted to spoil other's mood. Wanted to tell how much I miss her, but couldn't somehow! You know what, in the battle of the grown ups always children suffer. Same is here.

All the teachers were really happy to see us altogether. Had lots of chat. Teachers invited us to come next day for reception, where khichuri bhog will be served. For last 12 years I couldn't come due to school, college-rat race. And while I am free today, I promised to come. We bid good bye to all the teachers and my sister Neha.

Then Me with Khushi visited Goutamji's mess. Where Midnapur eBIZ group conducted Saraswati Puja and invited us (and three years back when I stared my Journey with eBIZ, many including my parents said "It's just another Network Marketing Company" Phew! I love proving people wrong. eBIZ is another name of youth rising). Really felt great seeing their initiative.

Though missed but collected the photo below from Sibsankarji, Haraji was looking great performing the puja.

Some more little guests were invited there.

All the associates were pretty busy preparing for Luchi, Matar Paneer. Felt proud that I could teach them to respect any job, if done from heart.

Without much words let me share with you some sweet memories with my Midnapur eBIZ Group.

Everybody was enjoying best at its best. Some guys who were shy of dancing was winning over their fear. With lots of love and respect of our group, we had to bid goodbye and return home.

And today(or I should say yesterday as it's already 1am) I visited again school, missed Khushi, she couldn't go because of her exam. It was a joyland. So many children running here and there. Serving them food, like feeding to doll! And their strange stairs, and their innocent questions "Dada, were you also student of this school?" "How can you be so big?" "Are we going to be tall like you one day?" They found it hard to believe that once I also studied there. Really missed being a child. Met many ex-teachers after long time. Felt really blessed.

Let me end this post with two beautiful photos of children having their lunch there.

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Made difference on Makar Sankranti, Pongal ,Lohri ,Bhogali Bihu Uttarayan !!!

2010-01-15T00:38:00.000-08:00

Thanks to Zooni I came to know all these name of this day. This is the best Makar Sankranti I have ever had. Day started with visiting Jagannath Temple with my parents. My parents are active member of Jagannath Mandir Puja Committee. Every year on this day, many beggars line up near Gandhi Ghat, where thousand people turn up for holy bath. People gives food, clothing, coins to those beggars according to their capabilities. Strangely in my 21 years of life, I was unaware of this happenings, rather I should say I was too busy with my rat race that I forgot to be human.

Started walking toward Gandhighat distributing clothes to the poor sitting roadside.

I was feeling very bad to find very few people of my age at that place. So thought about spreading awareness among the youth. Discussed with my activity partners there, and decided to distribute breads to poor. As no shop had four hundred breads, we had to go to the Bakery- Krishna Bakery!

Everybody was pretty excited to do something like this, I know they always wanted to do something for others, but nobody ever showed them the way. That's what I am here for.

When we reached Gandhighat, the place was not that crowded as that was in the morning. We started distributing the breads. Really felt awesome from the core of my heart. Every time they were saying 'Beche thako Baba" (Live long...)"Bhagoban tomader mangal koruk"(God bless you).

It's not enough if you do good for others yourself. Try to inspire others to do so. Really it was one of the best days of my Life. I want to thank eBIZ.com Pvt. Ltd. from the core of my heart for giving me a new purpose for living-inspiring others to be a good human being.

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Chatur's Speach from 3 Idiots

2010-01-11T22:38:00.000-08:00

After a long time I laughed so much in a movie! And let me present you that Funniest Speech from the movie 3 Idiots. Sorry my friends who doesn't understand Hindi, it can't be translated keeping the charm.

Adarniya sabhapati mahodaya …atithi vishesh shikshan mantri shri R D tripati [tripathi] ji ..maanyaniya shikshagan aur mere piyaaare [pyare] sahpatiyo [sahapathiyon]

…aaj agar I.C.E aasmaan ki bulaaandiyo [bulandiyon] ko chhu raahaa [raha] hai ..to uska shreya sirrf [sirf] ekinsaan [ek insaan] ko jaataahai [jata hai] shri veerusahastra buddhe ..give him a big hand ..he is a great guy really ..
Peechle buttis saal se inhone nirantar is college mein balatkar [balaatkaar] pe balatkar kiye ..umeed hai aagey bee [bhi] karte rahege [rahenge] ..hamine to aashcharya hota hai ki ek insaan apne jeevan kaal mein itni balatkar kaisi kar sakta hai …inhone kadi tapaasya se apne aapko is kaabil bunaya [banaya] hai ..waqt ka sahi upyog ghante ka purna istemaal koi inse seeke [seekhe]..seeke inse seeke ….aaj hum sab chaatra yaha hai ..kal desh videsh mein fail [faael] jayenge ..waadaa hai aapse jis desh mein honge waha balatkar karenge I.C.E ka naam roshan karenge …dika [dikha] denge sabko jo balatkar Karne ki shamtaa yaha ke chaatro mein hai wo sansaar ke kisi chaatro mein nahiii ….No other chaatra No other chaatra

Adarniya mantraji namashkar aapne is sansthaan ko wo chees di jiski hamein sakht zaroorat thi ...sstunn ..stunn hota sabi [sab hi] ke paas hai ..sab chupa ke rakte hai ..detaa koi nai …aapne apna stun is balatkari purush ke haat mein diya hai…ab dekiye yeh kaisa iska upyog karta hai

By the way Chatur's real name is Omi Vaidya!

Thanks to Shuvarthy for mailing me this interesting piece!

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