<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711639422784100538</id><updated>2024-10-05T08:58:52.314+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>We experience something new everyday. Something make us feel happy where as some leave behind sorrow. Talking all that for granted we move on without giving much thought to the actual meaning of life, sometime we need to hold back ourselves and think about our life.&#xa;If we can give time to ourselves, then there are lot of things that we can change and bring more meaning in our life than ever before.&#xa;This space is for what my thought goes in making my life a more meaningful one.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gautam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771488086809715799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqE-0tpTiEMGAx8K_g1QGyVOvwud8U96_XympEjXcRIq14sMNGBFweUCEJhmfn92J12U0-23IYei8XOY1gf3fHS4IXtae1x3DRUIWB82A0xUZ57EjkwdRK6eFK_kox1A/s220/386921_2675293802018_1246385919_3272517_1981414159_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711639422784100538.post-5590462176083947161</id><published>2011-12-03T02:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-03T18:41:30.257+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Ode</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Here I am after a long undecided break from my blog, I come back with a poem, written for someone very special to me. Every word that I say has a&amp;nbsp;definite meaning. Read on.. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;ITS YOU…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I wished for a beautiful friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And you swept me off my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I wished for an angle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And you walked into my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I looked in the night sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Wishing to find a star, as beautiful as you are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The moon looked at me and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The star you are wishing for is in your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The moment you cross my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I skip a heartbeat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And feel you are mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I take a deep breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You fill my senses with fragrance of ecstasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You make me drench in those beautiful eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I would skip a heartbeat to be lost in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I want to feel you closer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The most miraculous feeling ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;When it would be you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And nothing around us would make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I wish I could hold you in my arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And watch the evening sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;We would talk till the dawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;And then fall asleep in each other’s arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I wanna laugh all my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;On every funny thing that you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I wanna cry with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;For everything that hurts you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I wanna smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Just to see you for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;I wanna give everything that I have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Just to see you the way you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;You are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The tune I love to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The fragrance of flower I wish to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The smile that I wish to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We all want to live a happy life. A life that is full of
success. Success plays such an important role in our life that we often take so
many things for granted. In horde for success we lose at one major point “LOSING”,
we are so much obsessed with achieving success that even a small set back makes
us feel lost and frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;
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In life we face so many instances where we feel like things
are really turned worse and we have no way out. We never have a thought that are
the things that are bothering us and creating heck of frustration are really
worth the attention that they are given. If you are a student losing out on
your result, do you think sitting back and crying for what has happened will solve
your problem. Do you think this would really make you feel better? Are you just
frustrated because you feel in love with the wrong person and now have no way
out of it! is this stress killing you? How big is your problem!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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If you ask me, I would say your problem is as big as you
make it. If you have failed. You have two ways to go. First, you can either
think how God and other people had been unfair to you. This will create more hate
in you for the people who really love and care for you. Secondly, you can
accept that it was your mistake and realize it. This will let you see whole
world with a new perspective.&lt;/div&gt;
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Many of us really think that failures and hard time only
come to us. We feel like God has always been unfair to us and leave’s us with
more problems. Indeed we sometimes feel that we worked so hard and dedicatedly
yet it we didn’t get expected result. For all of us who feel this way read the
following paragraph.&lt;/div&gt;
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The world around us is not a balanced one. Not everything in
equilibrium. Newton’s law “Every action has equal and opposite reaction”, does
not hold true for human emotions and interactions. You are not gonna get the
equal results for all the hard work and dedication that you are giving.
Sometimes you may be paid back with less rewards and sometimes you may be paid
back bounty. So know that its all a cycle, everything that you have put in will
someday reap rewards. God has never been unfair to anyone. You just need to
know that someday you too will be the one who will reap rewards for all the
efforts you have put in, and for that you should never lose FAITH.&lt;/div&gt;
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Faith in yourself, Faith in GOD, Faith in everyone around
you.. &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/feeds/12923895318715489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-good-loser-are-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/12923895318715489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/12923895318715489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-good-loser-are-we.html' title='How Good A Loser Are We??'/><author><name>Gautam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771488086809715799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqE-0tpTiEMGAx8K_g1QGyVOvwud8U96_XympEjXcRIq14sMNGBFweUCEJhmfn92J12U0-23IYei8XOY1gf3fHS4IXtae1x3DRUIWB82A0xUZ57EjkwdRK6eFK_kox1A/s220/386921_2675293802018_1246385919_3272517_1981414159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711639422784100538.post-6456117505926447584</id><published>2011-09-09T01:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-09-09T01:08:18.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Truth I Never Spoke..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;It’s my story,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;And it’s pretty sad one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish I could say it positive way,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I lost it today.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;So with all the grief in my heart,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I give upon my fears.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I confess that I too am insecure,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don’t fear the world, I fight with myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I pretend to be strong,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;For this is how I can help the weak.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I pretend to be understanding,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;With hope that I really understand myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Hard to go by insecure,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hard to know that tomorrow will be just another day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;May be tomorrow will be the day when,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The person you trust the most turns away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Every time I look at the person I love,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;One thought crosses my mind,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Did she ever love me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I turn away. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;No I m not the one you loved,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was the one friend you always wanted,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You always trusted,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You always had faith in.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know I can’t be yours,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Who cares?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are already mine,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are the world to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I too had a heart break,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sadly I never cried over it,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I said it was just a part of my life,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I saw my life go into grave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;What difference does it make?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am and always be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;My smile is my weapon,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;And you my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would do all what it takes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;To make you smile,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;To make you happy.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be with you now and forever.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/feeds/6456117505926447584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/09/truth-i-never-spoke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/6456117505926447584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/6456117505926447584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/09/truth-i-never-spoke.html' title='The Truth I Never Spoke..'/><author><name>Gautam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771488086809715799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqE-0tpTiEMGAx8K_g1QGyVOvwud8U96_XympEjXcRIq14sMNGBFweUCEJhmfn92J12U0-23IYei8XOY1gf3fHS4IXtae1x3DRUIWB82A0xUZ57EjkwdRK6eFK_kox1A/s220/386921_2675293802018_1246385919_3272517_1981414159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711639422784100538.post-337376538396183335</id><published>2011-04-29T00:46:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-29T00:53:35.829+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Education- &quot;Is this keyword of your Career?&quot;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Probably no word in the last few decades has got as much importance as the word “Education” has got. Ever since the technology has become part of our day today life education has got fitting appreciation. I don’t really mean to say before that education didn’t have importance, it was cup of tea of only a few distinguished people who did nothing but study about the stuff that interested them. Taking into account Einstein, he loved to explore theories related to space and time, so we got theory of relativity. Newton, The motion stuff interested him the most so we got Newton’s law of motion. Charles Darwin, he was interested in exploring various species of animals, we got Darwin’s Theory. Name any of the great people, you will find two things in common.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;&quot;&gt;1.&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They did what they loved to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoListParagraphCxSpLast&quot; style=&quot;mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18.0pt;&quot;&gt;2.&lt;span style=&quot;font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal &#39;Times New Roman&#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 2.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;They were never taught, they learnt it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The first point in specific interests me a lot. We often find ourselves doing things we are asked to do and not because we love to do it. How productive and satisfying such a work can be? Not more than something which we really love to do. I am talking about education, so how many of us take up our career that interests us? I did ask this question to many people and surprisingly 90% of the people say they wanted to take up the career they are actually in. So we have 9 out of 10 people who are actually in love with their career, in other words their work, their life. Isn’t that a feel good factor? Then when we go down a little deeper and ask a person if he is really satisfied with things going in his life? 45% of people say NO! so the feel good factor comes down to 5 out of 10 from 9 out of 10!! Why is that, after all your career, profession, work has a major influence on your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Let me be practical. How many of us really think what education we get must be a foundation to our career. We hardly relate our education and career. Indeed we treat it as two different entities in most of the cases. I have even had my parents telling me what you learn in college is not what you are going to face in life thereafter. If your education doesn’t support your career what is really use of wasting 22 years of life? If that time was put in actually facing practical things in life you could have been lot wiser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Some where I feel that what education we are given is below par the actual need. There is really no scope for training a student to face different circumstances and face challenges. What we are actually thought is how something is to be done. There is no explanation for why it needs to be done or what are the other ways it can be done. More over there isn’t real time to stand up and ask these questions. The people who top the class are too busy in digging notes from text and people who are relatively dumb cant really ask fearing the back fire from teachers. Amidst all of them are a few who really discover the art of relating education with career. Those who do that are one who deserve applaud. They do not care for what actually is happening around them, marks and ranks are no real bother for them. They feed their mind with the stuff that counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Being an engineer student, the bridging gap between the education thought in colleges and the post college life is increasing. Technically speaking, what we are taught today is already outdated a decade ago. Yet the fact is that there are some basics that really need to be learnt. I might be critical but its unbiased point of view of what I have felt. I will illustrate the “bridging gap” that leads to more mechanical living in my future blogs. Will also cover “they were never thought, they learnt it.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So to conclude we aren’t so big to change the whole education system of the country. What we need to do is to realize our potential and interest from within, know what actually would go into career we are into and adopt all the necessary habits. If we learn to admire learning what we love to we will one day truly change our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/feeds/337376538396183335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/04/education-is-this-keyword-of-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/337376538396183335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/337376538396183335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/04/education-is-this-keyword-of-your.html' title='Education- &quot;Is this keyword of your Career?&quot;'/><author><name>Gautam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771488086809715799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqE-0tpTiEMGAx8K_g1QGyVOvwud8U96_XympEjXcRIq14sMNGBFweUCEJhmfn92J12U0-23IYei8XOY1gf3fHS4IXtae1x3DRUIWB82A0xUZ57EjkwdRK6eFK_kox1A/s220/386921_2675293802018_1246385919_3272517_1981414159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711639422784100538.post-6443375624190176327</id><published>2011-03-28T02:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-28T02:49:00.921+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Ever wondered why some people are happier than others? Though some people are very rich, they are not content with their life! Having a so many friends around them still hovering alone? These all are aliments of being self centered person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;My life has been a good experience. I learnt &quot;the art of giving&quot; as I grew up from being a self centered person. I realized that my life was never my own and I owed a lot to my friends, family and everyone around. It was a hard to digest truth when I came to know that I was doing nothing for the people who had so much faith in me. I had to change if not for myself, at least for those who needed me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;It was October 2007, a friend of mine reveled a truth to me. The truth, hidden behind her ever charming face. She broke down in front of me saying “I am fed up with my life; I just want to give up”. I was breath less for a moment. How did I fail to realize what my friend was through? It was then I realized I had to be there for my friend no matter if she needs me or not. I decided to help her out and bring her back to life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;That marked the beginning of “The art of giving”. She never expressed that she needed someone to understand her, yet I sent out a dozens of motivating letters to her, shared all of my experience with her. She hardly replied to it. I had faith in myself and in my friend that someday I will bring her all the joys that she has failed to notice. Four years into it, I still go out to tell her all that I can to keep her happy. I don’t know how much difference I have been able to make in her life but I am happy that she appreciates that I have been one of her very good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Ever since then I go out to help people who need me, though they don’t express they need me. Sometime I get to the wrong people who indeed criticize me for playing a spoilsport, but it is all part of game. You need to look at the positives rather than worrying about ignorable drawbacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I still remember my teacher who walked up to me and said “You have the potential to do something remarkable, you need to realize it”. I don’t know what exactly made him say that to me, we knew each other for just a week yet he made such a statement to me. Ever since then my attitude towards my life changed. I didn’t know that only one statement by a teacher would make such an impact on my life. To be frank if he had never said that to me, you wouldn’t have been reading this blog this very moment. He had “the art of giving”, he put up all his experience, observation, and skills into a single statement that had been a driving spirit of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So next time you are with your friend take “the art of giving” with you. Realize what your friends needs from you. Some things are to be understood and never spoken. There are so many people who are making you happy yet you don’t know, so why not be one to spread happiness without expecting to be noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;We have very little time to live. What you earn will be with you till you die but what difference you make in others life will keep you alive in their heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Imagine the feeling you get when a friend of yours tweets you saying “hey dude m proud to be ur friend, you made a difference in my life, thank u”, the feeling that you get that very moment. I have had such an instance when I had written to my friend on her father’s death, she had been long telling me about her father and I had been convincing her with it. She was totally broken at her father’s death yet she promptly sent a reply to me. I am afraid I cannot share what she wrote in that letter, but after reading it I was surprised to know that I had made such an impact on her life. Though we are hardly in touch with her I adore her a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I hope am able to keep up with “the art of giving” through this blog of mine. I want you all to be a person who makes a difference in others life. The more you give the more will come back to you. Trust me what comes back is two folds of what you have given. I wish I have been successful in bringing out that caring nature of yours through this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;If you have anything to share or ask please feel free to mail me, my email id &lt;a href=&quot;mailto:gautamsawala@gmail.com&quot;&gt;gautamsawala@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;, I look forward to to get prompt feedbacks both positive and negative. If you do like me to follow in future do subscribe me on this very page or keep checking in every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Thanks for your attention and patient reading.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/feeds/6443375624190176327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/03/art-of-giving.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/6443375624190176327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/6443375624190176327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/03/art-of-giving.html' title='The Art of Giving'/><author><name>Gautam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771488086809715799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqE-0tpTiEMGAx8K_g1QGyVOvwud8U96_XympEjXcRIq14sMNGBFweUCEJhmfn92J12U0-23IYei8XOY1gf3fHS4IXtae1x3DRUIWB82A0xUZ57EjkwdRK6eFK_kox1A/s220/386921_2675293802018_1246385919_3272517_1981414159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711639422784100538.post-6499296796141343938</id><published>2011-02-23T21:23:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:30:03.268+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Day in My Life</title><content type='html'>I am a very straight forward person, both with my attitude and words. This frank nature of mine has always got me into trouble, needless to say a bigger trouble every time. Yet I was never able to leave behind this habit of mine for sake of saving my image, for me the bitter truth is more important that a sweet lie. &lt;br /&gt;
It was technical fest at our college and I was among the organizers. The fest was on and everything was going well and good. I really enjoyed the variety events. I was not a active organizer so had a good chance to see how the fest was organized. I went around few places to see different events being held. One of them interested me and I hanged up to it till it got over at 7 in the evening.  While I was going back, meanwhile there were some chairs lying there that were to be taken to other hall.&lt;br /&gt;
A senior called me and asked “You first semester?” &lt;br /&gt;
I said “No!”&lt;br /&gt;
He asked again “Fourth semester?”&lt;br /&gt;
I said “Ya!!”&lt;br /&gt;
His response then was “Send some 1st semester students to take these chairs downstairs.”&lt;br /&gt;
For a moment I felt like hitting his head on to the wall. There were two physically able guys, me and him there were just a few chairs I would have taken some he could have taken some, why on earth did he want some juniors to come over there and lift the chairs. Were they working for his family function!!&lt;br /&gt;
I got fumed and said “Look I am not gonna call any junior, if you want lets both of us take chairs and then call some juniors to pick the remaining. You cant stand this way and order!!”&lt;br /&gt;
He got angry with me and said “You shut up! And call the juniors”&lt;br /&gt;
I again quarreled with him and made him take chairs along with me. But as they say dog tail never gets straight, he dropped those chairs as soon as he saw a junior. Now this is a kind of leaders we have, one who make others to work and when its time to take credit, they take it all.&lt;br /&gt;
The second incident was even more frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;
We were to take the projector to the gallery hall which is at some distance from our dept. we had to carry the projector screen, speakers and projector. So I asked one of the seniors girls to take the speakers along with her as I was taking projector screen along with me.  Her reply to it was annoying, she said&lt;br /&gt;
“Why should I take it? Call some junior from gallery hall to take it.”&lt;br /&gt;
Now I had to call a junior from gallery hall, and that guy would come all the way from there to take speakers and this madam will walk in fame of being senior and wave hands along the way. This was disgusting. There is limit for being stupid. &lt;br /&gt;
These incidents had made me feel sick. Soon I will be a senior and if I do the same to my juniors probably they would never speak about it but being in there place now I could know what it feels like!&lt;br /&gt;
So I did decide to go up this time and speak what for me was the truth. I spoke something very rude at feedback speech of our tech-fest and that didn’t go well with some of my seniors. I was very much frustrated, yet happy that I was not among those cowards who sit behind and blame the system and the people.&lt;br /&gt;
I was obstructed and asked to quit before I could complete.&lt;br /&gt;
Very soon after that speech of mine I got a message from my friend saying--&lt;br /&gt;
“What did you do Mr. Sawala?”&lt;br /&gt;
I replied—“I told what everyone had to tell but no one had dare to tell”&lt;br /&gt;
With this reply my cell beeped again—“You want people to know you, whether for good or bad!!”&lt;br /&gt;
For a moment I thought was it really for sake of letting people know who I am? They already know enough about me, moreover if I really had to make myself popular I would have praised them with honey coated words, telling that they were the best organizers in the entire universe. It would have never made a difference to me, rather would have helped my image in the department.&lt;br /&gt;
I had something else on my mind but not to get offensive I replied “I don’t know why I told it, but I really wanted to tell.”&lt;br /&gt;
What was on my mind then?—“I never wanted people to know me, I wanted them to know the truth. The truth which others did not want to speak up just to save their image. The truth which has gone un-noticed in the past and which has made the present worse. Everyone knows it but nobody wants to change it. The same problem is faced by our nation too, I am too small to think about it but I do what is within my reach.” &lt;br /&gt;
I went off that night with a feeling of being true to myself and to others too. No small work on the earth will make you small. There is always a sense of happiness in working together. I keep up my words.&lt;br /&gt;
I remember the time in our school when we were asked to clean the campus. No-one was interested, all of the teachers got together and initiated the cleaning. Looking at them ever student around started to pick up the litter. Within no time there was a competition of who would collect more scrap. Everybody was so much involved in the work that teachers finally had to drag them back to the classes. This is how a leader should be.&lt;br /&gt;
Hope someday all of them will understand that, its not all about taking responsibility its about owing yourself to the work.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/feeds/6499296796141343938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-in-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/6499296796141343938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/6499296796141343938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-in-my-life.html' title='A Day in My Life'/><author><name>Gautam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771488086809715799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqE-0tpTiEMGAx8K_g1QGyVOvwud8U96_XympEjXcRIq14sMNGBFweUCEJhmfn92J12U0-23IYei8XOY1gf3fHS4IXtae1x3DRUIWB82A0xUZ57EjkwdRK6eFK_kox1A/s220/386921_2675293802018_1246385919_3272517_1981414159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711639422784100538.post-1456445252655065059</id><published>2011-01-18T15:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-18T15:14:27.935+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Leading Life- &quot;Your Way&quot;</title><content type='html'>A small question was hovering in my mind, why on earth have I feel that I am worth nothing. Whenever I looked at someone very famous and rich, I thought I have nothing in common with them. After reading a few of biographies and life stories of those famous people I understood one thing, “They were not born great, their attitude and determination made them so.”&lt;br /&gt;We often come across people saying “Hard work is key to success.”  When you look through the perspective of achieving your goals it is not the hard work alone that counts, going a step ahead I do say, hard work has little to do with you being successful. I make a stand on it and from the little experience I have I say there is something much more important than hard work, its “Smart Work”, its pity that many of us know how to work hard but very few of us who know how to work smart.&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I found was very common among famous people like Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Sergy Brin, etc was that they had an “Arrogant Attitude.”  They never thought what others were doing or what others were thinking about them. This “I don’t care” term is very much useful in life if you want to achieve something in your life. This world is never short of critics and they try hard to push you away from your goals, just because they think it is not possible for them they make you feel its not possible for you. The don’t care attitude helps you to keep focus on what you want to achieve. As said “Noting is Impossible” , the joy of chasing the impossible is worth an experience.&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that keeps us barred from our dream is our own thoughts. With a little trouble we end up losing hope, we break down and the confidence becomes null. It is not so, when you are to achieve something big, often there are small hiccups. They are not to make you “Give Up” they are meant to make you strong to face the future problems more boldly. Life always teaches us lesson in its own way.&lt;br /&gt;So now that you know what you want out of your life. Set out and leave no stone unturned to achieve what you want. Give no thought to those who say you aren’t worth a pie. Because you are that one unique person whose abilities are limited to his own thoughts and nothing else. It’s your life, live it your way.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/feeds/1456445252655065059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/01/leading-life-your-way.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/1456445252655065059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/1456445252655065059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/01/leading-life-your-way.html' title='Leading Life- &quot;Your Way&quot;'/><author><name>Gautam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771488086809715799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqE-0tpTiEMGAx8K_g1QGyVOvwud8U96_XympEjXcRIq14sMNGBFweUCEJhmfn92J12U0-23IYei8XOY1gf3fHS4IXtae1x3DRUIWB82A0xUZ57EjkwdRK6eFK_kox1A/s220/386921_2675293802018_1246385919_3272517_1981414159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-711639422784100538.post-738526928797177485</id><published>2011-01-13T20:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:35:37.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A true Friend</title><content type='html'>One night when my friend got upset with me and said that she never wants me in her life again. I was broken; it felt like the whole world has turned down on me taking revenge from me for all the sins that i have committed. The world seemed so small that I felt there was no one I could go to now and share all the stupid little feeling that I used to share with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;The word “friend” was never this painful before. Things that looked so simple, the small talks that we shared, the gestures that we exchanged, the little time we spent together, suddenly left an empty space in my life. Though nothing changed in life the absence of one person, made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;I decide to give it a break and let myself think about what exactly went wrong. In the beginning it was hard to recognize the mistake. The emptiness was growing deeper, killing my sense of understanding. The world around became so lifeless, it felt as if there was nothing that life had for me, except the sorrow and pain.&lt;br /&gt;The misery was taking toll on me and it was just disgusting. I finally decided to take a step forward, look at the brighter side. Trust me, within a grasp of a second I found the solution to all the problems of my life. I realized, if I sit back and wait for things to set right, they gonna go worse. So I made up my mind to apologize for all the mistakes I have done and also the mistakes I haven’t done.&lt;br /&gt;Its always hard to accept the mistake you have done and even harder to accept it. I set myself up and apologized for all the mistakes that I had done. I promised never to let my ego get over our friendship; I would never take things for granted. In a nick of a second all the anger that had been a reason for the sorrows in our life melted away. It was hard truth to accept.&lt;br /&gt;That day I learnt a big lesson. I understood why we all fail to understand one fundamental of a good relationship. Its to admit your mistake, forgive others mistake and move on. There are many more things very important in a relationship than to hold on to someone’s mistake, and curse each other. Two people can never think alike, yet there is no gain in quarreling over difference of opinion. Instead we must understand the other person, learn and accept what is correct.&lt;br /&gt;A true friendship is the one which is free from fight and quarrels, it’s the one in which the person is more important that those fights and quarrels.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/feeds/738526928797177485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/738526928797177485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/711639422784100538/posts/default/738526928797177485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gautamsawala.blogspot.com/2011/01/true-friend.html' title='A true Friend'/><author><name>Gautam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771488086809715799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqE-0tpTiEMGAx8K_g1QGyVOvwud8U96_XympEjXcRIq14sMNGBFweUCEJhmfn92J12U0-23IYei8XOY1gf3fHS4IXtae1x3DRUIWB82A0xUZ57EjkwdRK6eFK_kox1A/s220/386921_2675293802018_1246385919_3272517_1981414159_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>