<?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-7068355313342640915</id><updated>2024-09-28T01:32:22.908+05:30</updated><category term="poem"/><category term="college"/><category term="family"/><category term="friends"/><category term="random"/><category term="25"/><category term="25th anniversary"/><category term="btech"/><category term="cannot"/><category term="cooking"/><category term="dont ask me why"/><category term="exams"/><category term="fever"/><category term="generally"/><category term="happy"/><category term="ill"/><category term="job"/><category term="making tea"/><category term="music"/><category term="my neice"/><category term="non technical"/><category term="parents"/><category term="prayer"/><category term="sickness"/><category term="songs"/><category term="technical"/><category term="wedding anniversary"/><category term="words"/><title type='text'>horizon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068355313342640915.post-8415364273839478920</id><published>2016-01-14T11:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2016-01-14T11:17:23.249+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
It was as if they were both sliding down with nothing to hold onto except each other. They could see nothing ahead and they knew nothing else except that they had each other and somehow it seemed to be enough. Nothing else mattered and nobody else existed in their perfect world. They were together even when miles apart. The distance had only succeeded in increasing the intensity with which they needed each other both physically and emotionally. Such pure was the lust that it had to be love. So tight would their arms be wrapped around the other that they no longer seemed to have an understanding of right and wrong. They were happy like they had never been before. They fit into each other perfectly and filled the gap like none other. As if the mould had been broken right after they had been created just for each other and now that they had finally been reunited they didnt want to let go, afraid that they might lose each other forever. In their hearts they knew they were strangely perfect for each other even though they will never be together. So they held onto each other one last time, breathing in as much of each other as they could to last a lifetime before they finally let go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Few days ago, I realized I wasn&#39;t too many years away from turning thirty. I have already spent almost one third of my life, maybe more. Suddenly, I felt very old. I couldn&#39;t help but think about my life and my decisions. My life didn&#39;t turn out as I had imagined it would. Yet, all is good.&lt;/div&gt;
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There were times, that I believed, were the worst moments of my life. Wrong decisions that I regretted for too long. Nothing is as bad as it seems. Everything happens for a reason, for me, at least. Time does heal all wounds. And if you wait just long enough, you do find your soul mate. Nothing is impossible, as long as you believe. People change. God answers prayers. If you don&#39;t use your talents, they go away. It was a scary thought. So, I decided to keep on sketching.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think we should never forget that we are mortals. It keeps us on track. Not that I am afraid of dying, but dying without fulfilling the purpose of my life or at least doing something worthwhile isn&#39;t very comforting, specially since I am still trying to figure it out. Sometimes, when I listen to a beautiful song or watch an awesome movie, I feel like I am seventeen again. There are so many things I want to do, so many places I want to go to, so many books to read and people to meet. With so much to do, time does seem quite precious.&lt;/div&gt;
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The last three months of my life were very dark. At one point of time, I felt like I was losing my mind. Who would want to be bedridden for three months? I avoided friends and relatives, to avoid being asked about my leg injury. I didn&#39;t feel like working any more. I began to believe that I would never be able to walk again. I was angry. I cried as I watched other people walk, while I barely managed to limp my way to the washroom. Soon, I realized that no amount of crying and sulking would make my leg any better and I wondered how people with worse injuries managed? What would I do if I couldn&#39;t walk again? I would have to manage somehow. Luckily, my leg is much better now, although full recovery is still weeks away. I think the last three months have made me a stronger person in many ways.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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What we don&#39;t realize is how little time we have to be happy and to enjoy our blessings. Feel blessed to be alive, spread happiness and make the most of what you have. There is no time like the present. You are only as old as you feel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;
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Something I wrote for my dad on his birthday...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;On this most special day&lt;br /&gt; I have a little prayer to say&lt;br /&gt; A lot of happiness, health and smiles&lt;br /&gt; Good days to come, love spread for miles&lt;br /&gt; All this I want for my dear dad&lt;br /&gt; And all good things to this must add&lt;br /&gt; For the man who loves me no matter what&lt;br /&gt; Dear dad I too adore you a lot&lt;br /&gt; I&#39;ll always be your little girl&lt;br /&gt; No matter what turn life may swirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; This day I pray long life for you&lt;br /&gt; And each day be special with joys anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I use words to express myself. But at some point, words fail. When I pick up my pen to write but words don&#39;t come. And then I realize that all that is left is music. Music does not need words. But words need music to be meaningful. Not every body can understand music, the depth of it. I myself don&#39;t know much about it. What I do know is that sometimes I cant sleep because of a simple song. I have to listen to it over and over again and I cry. I don&#39;t always know why. Sometimes I smile as music calms my soul. Music is magical. If anything could be magical then it has to be music. It does not need any words. There cannot be a better way of expression. It has existed forever. It has to be magical. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is my last week at office.&amp;nbsp;One and a half year&amp;nbsp;flew by pretty quickly. It seems as if it was only yesterday when I&amp;nbsp;finished college&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;now its time to move on&amp;nbsp;to another phase of life. I am not easily scared&amp;nbsp;but this fear of the unknown has successfully managed to introduce me to worried, sleepless nights. I don&#39;t know what lies ahead.&amp;nbsp;One thing I do know is that&amp;nbsp;I will not be alone, and that makes me feel much better. Anyways, the last two years have taught me that every single moment of life is precious. We may not get everything in our&amp;nbsp;life but whatever we had, have or will have is what was, is or will be&amp;nbsp;best for us. I don&#39;t regret anything that I did in these&amp;nbsp;two years! Everything that happened, happened for a purpose. I made new&amp;nbsp;friends, I lost some. I learned to love. I learned that hate is an extreme form of love. I learned that sacrifices have to be made to move ahead in life. Most of all I&amp;nbsp;now know&amp;nbsp;that I am in no position to judge anybody. As I often say, good and bad are relative terms. But the last two years have made me understand what this last line actually means.&lt;br /&gt;
Every little bit of my life is important. The past makes me laugh,&amp;nbsp;smile, cry, remember, gain courage and gives me the strength to move on. The present makes me hope for an even better tomorrow. Its true that in the end, people regret what they didnt do more than what they did. As of now, I am glad I did whatever my heart told me to do and I wouldn&#39;t change a thing because I did whatever I&amp;nbsp;could. Life is driven by love. Every step we take is an act of love, towards ourselves, our family, our friends or&amp;nbsp;our life partner. And what is driven by love can never&amp;nbsp;be wrong.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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For those who believe.. life is not just about having fun and doing things you like.. because at one point of time in life.. we all wonder why we exist. If at that point we choose to do something worthwhile, life changes drastically... from being inspired we become the inspiration. We may however choose to do nothing. It all comes down to the fact that a day will come where we will all have to go back in time and remember everything that we did.. Will you be ashamed of your life or will you be proud..? Will you be glad you did what you did or will you regret that you never tried? &lt;br /&gt;
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When we were young and fools in love&lt;/div&gt;
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And cupid laughed from up above&lt;/div&gt;
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We had a plan to love, laugh and smile&lt;/div&gt;
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Life had other plans, appeared in a while&lt;/div&gt;
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It was gone forever, all that we knew&lt;/div&gt;
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A life began where friends were few&lt;/div&gt;
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Its true most things don’t last forever&lt;/div&gt;
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But it’s a good thing we can remember&lt;/div&gt;
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What couldn’t last will never fade&lt;/div&gt;
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As we smile at the happiness we made&lt;/div&gt;
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Silent sea, calm is the breeze &lt;br /&gt;
Happy birds surround tall, swaying trees &lt;br /&gt;
Golden sun, lush green is the grass &lt;br /&gt;
As I see the world through tinted glass &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I see a world of beauty, love and trust &lt;br /&gt;
The tinted glass wipes out the dust &lt;br /&gt;
It shows what I want to see and feel &lt;br /&gt;
Though what looks pretty may not always be real &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As I look through the glass, I see &lt;br /&gt;
A girl who looks a lot like me &lt;br /&gt;
I see her smile as she looks around &lt;br /&gt;
She is glad in this world she has finally found &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What lies beyond may be unreal &lt;br /&gt;
But it’s the only place that won’t reveal &lt;br /&gt;
The fear that tears at her heart and soul &lt;br /&gt;
She is sure only the surreal can hide this hole &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When all of a sudden you come into her life &lt;br /&gt;
You hold her hand and end her strife &lt;br /&gt;
You take the tinted glass and throw it away &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;You don&#39;t need it anymore&quot;, to her you say.... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I smile as I look at your hand in mine &lt;br /&gt;
I realize that now everything looks fine &lt;br /&gt;
The world looks better when you&#39;re with me &lt;br /&gt;
And that I don&#39;t need a tinted glass to see&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7991324974680791567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7068355313342640915/7991324974680791567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/7991324974680791567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/7991324974680791567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/2012/05/through-tinted-glass.html' title='Through Tinted Glass'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgODFoqzz7q3SYLwyL71ZhNC-k7m-t8rYP1auADMqtpPE1hFS-Q42ZVqSAp5u-vIcvU8k3HlFy1lnzqndNvsUXiKm_aQu01DD6uiuULTozBvC9NOFs_TRM-BetfHyK7UpnfStXUUwCZQY/s72-c/hands.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068355313342640915.post-2258461856140983342</id><published>2012-02-28T11:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-28T11:35:39.709+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am just being me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;There were good&amp;nbsp;things I should have said&lt;br /&gt;but I didn&#39;t say&lt;br /&gt;There were&amp;nbsp;difficult times when&amp;nbsp;I should have prayed &lt;br /&gt;but I didn&#39;t pray&lt;br /&gt;There were&amp;nbsp;kind deeds&amp;nbsp;I should have done&lt;br /&gt;but I didnt do&lt;br /&gt;There were times I shouldn&#39;t have lied&lt;br /&gt;but I wasn&#39;t true&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don&#39;t know what is right&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;There are situations where I look frail and weak&lt;br /&gt;but I am strong&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I wonder &lt;br /&gt;why you love me&lt;br /&gt;There are&amp;nbsp;many good things that I am not&lt;br /&gt;but I could be&lt;br /&gt;Instead I&amp;nbsp;am bad,&amp;nbsp;mad and crazy&lt;br /&gt;but I am just&amp;nbsp;being me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2258461856140983342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7068355313342640915/2258461856140983342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/2258461856140983342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/2258461856140983342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-am-just-being-me.html' title='I am just being me'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068355313342640915.post-4543639071614238527</id><published>2011-11-25T22:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-25T22:42:03.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When In Love</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;br /&gt;
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I don’t hate you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;I never did and never will&lt;br /&gt;
I just didn’t know it then&lt;br /&gt;
when I told you and still&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think of you &lt;br /&gt;
Yes, its true&lt;br /&gt;
Its hard I know&lt;br /&gt;
For both me and you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What can be done&lt;br /&gt;
Some things are not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;
You will always be the one&lt;br /&gt;
The only one for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cause love lasts longer&lt;br /&gt;
Than we can ever realize&lt;br /&gt;
We feel weak but get stronger&lt;br /&gt;
As foolishly we grow wise&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;
When you are sick and have to
spend the entire day at home in bed, time stands still. All the free time makes
you crazy. There are not enough shows on the TV and the books are not
interesting enough either. The food isn’t good enough to eat and nobody has the
time to talk to you. Oh I hate it!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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All I can think of is how much
work would be pending on my desk when I return to office. Somehow, I like to
believe that I am one of those people who are very strong when it comes to
getting sick. I avoid medicines for as long as possible and I like to stay
outdoors and enjoy in both sickness and health. This is hard for me. I have
been glued to the bed for the past 30 hours and life has been miserable.&lt;/div&gt;
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I would give anything to get out
of the house right now. The yucky taste of sickening fever is creeping though
my throat down into my stomach. Why did I have to get sick?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had freezing vanilla ice-cream and hot chocolate walnut pudding at the same
time. The delicious flavors that were casting awesome magic spells on my taste
buds were doing me some real harm at the same time. Also, getting soaked in the rain had its
own side effects too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate you, fever and sickness…..
:[&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;One thousand things unsaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Some letters remain unread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Those people think we are fools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;They think the wise man rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;How silly can they be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;That say but cannot see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;What happens isn’t true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;To foolishness they are new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Such fools as you and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;That know wise men aren’t free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Cause wisdom to them was sold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;To rich men as they told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Who know what they can buy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Is a truth they know is a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;That the ruler never was wise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Was always known to the fool’s eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The letters remain unread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;A thousand things unsaid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The wise speak day and night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The fools laugh at the sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/178580719786759411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7068355313342640915/178580719786759411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/178580719786759411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/178580719786759411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/2011/06/fools.html' title='The Fools'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068355313342640915.post-2573748640153749911</id><published>2011-06-03T23:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-03T23:24:16.588+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="happy"/><title type='text'>BEING HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:PunctuationKerning/&gt;   &lt;w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/&gt;   &lt;w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;    &lt;w:DontGrowAutofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:LatentStyles DefLockedState=&quot;false&quot; LatentStyleCount=&quot;156&quot;&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Every one of us is in search of happiness. We seek it in every little thing we do. We may wake up late or early depending on whatever makes us happy. We may study or not, play outside or sit at home with a book, eat or diet and so on and so forth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately, not all our efforts culminate at happiness. I feel that happiness depends on our attitude. If you want to be happy then you will be, no matter what the circumstance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I know that not all of us are capable of it. Well, I am not for sure. I know that I am short tempered and I ruin my chances at remaining happy almost always. However, I do realize that at some exceptional moments, I have succeeded in maintaining my calm despite nerve wracking circumstances. I want to try and remain happy or at least normal for some longer period of time. I wish I can be that person always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Who wants a frown when there is a possibility of smile? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There are these few people around us who never seem to get angry at all, they are always laughing, having fun and enjoying life. I like to be around such people. It gives me a chance to try to become more like them. Maybe it is true that we need to give vent to anger rather than keep it within us. Wouldn’t it be better to try not to develop that anger, thus, eliminating the ‘venting’?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I guess I should stop blaming everyone around me when things go wrong. Accepting reality and dealing with it should do the trick. I need to be happy and content with what I have; yet, I should never lose hope for attaining better things in life. I should laugh more and make others cry less. I should remain in the vicinity of positive energy for as long as possible. I should forgive more, thank more, admire more and crib and complain less. I know it is easier said than done. But, this time I don&#39;t want to be sad when I could have been happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Wingdings;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2573748640153749911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7068355313342640915/2573748640153749911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/2573748640153749911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/2573748640153749911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/2011/06/being-happy.html' title='BEING HAPPY'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068355313342640915.post-7692067979695147475</id><published>2011-05-01T15:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-05-06T17:58:34.917+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Old Diaries and Photographs</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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I remember how I used to stay inside the hostel all day long avoiding classes and classmates. I would sleep for hours and sometimes emerge out of the room only for lunch and dinner. Juniors did not know any senior called Shobhita!&amp;nbsp; Batch mates thought I was their junior. I wish I had spent a little more time outdoors. And its not just about 4 years at college, it’s about ‘always’.&lt;/div&gt;
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Whenever I have had friends around me, I have avoided them. Today, suddenly I feel so alone. I miss friends. So much that I had to look for my old diaries and read every page to avoid loneliness. I went through old photographs too.&lt;/div&gt;
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Life leads us to such moments in life where all we have is regret. No amount of consolation is enough.&lt;/div&gt;
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The worst thing is that there is nothing I can do to change the past.&lt;/div&gt;
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All we can do with time is to use it judiciously. There is no reverse gear in real life.&lt;/div&gt;
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I miss all my friends.&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7692067979695147475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7068355313342640915/7692067979695147475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/7692067979695147475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/7692067979695147475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/2011/05/old-diaries-and-photographs.html' title='Old Diaries and Photographs'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068355313342640915.post-4340954469045694681</id><published>2011-04-19T22:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:52:07.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE CHANGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Everything changes with time. And we are too busy to notice the gradual change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;However, when we do get time to look up from our busy lives, we realize that we are in a completely different place with strangers all around. Strangers who were friends or people we knew well at one point of time. We are forced to strain our memory and try to think of the reason behind it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I don’t know about the rest of you, but I distinctly remember this happening to me. I have always loved my friends and I know that they are the best friends any one could ever have. I believed that we were inseparable. I had never ever imagined that things could ever go wrong with us. I guess I was wrong. I got so busy with so many other things that I don’t even know when exactly the rift began. And it was too late by the time I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;This post is dedicated to my oldest and bestest friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I know that things will never be the same for our group. However, I will always cherish our friendship that made the school worth attending, life worth living and so many other things worth doing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/4340954469045694681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7068355313342640915/4340954469045694681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/4340954469045694681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/4340954469045694681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/2011/04/change_3586.html' title='THE CHANGE'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068355313342640915.post-7089384374879033535</id><published>2011-04-08T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-08T21:41:55.371+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Living Room Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;On my way back from office, I saw social activists holding candles and protesting peacefully against corruption..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;It is moments such as these, that make me think in a completely different direction. We get super excited about a cricket match. Spend an entire day glued to the TV set and burn crackers with joy at India&#39;s victory. The entire nation unites for a game and celebrates as the Indian team brings home the World Cup and we return to our normal routines. Don&#39;t get me wrong.. I was one of the revelers too. The question is whether that same unity will be available now when it is actually required. Our support for a noble cause sparks in a conversation, where we express our strong opinions and the sparks die off as soon as the conversation is over. How many of us will&amp;nbsp; actually go out there and do what we preach and strongly approve of? Hopefully, this protest will unite India like never before and the sparks will last beyond conversations, thus putting an end to corruption. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7089384374879033535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7068355313342640915/7089384374879033535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/7089384374879033535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/7089384374879033535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/2011/04/beyond-living-room-conversations.html' title='Beyond Living Room Conversations'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068355313342640915.post-7382606054858273612</id><published>2011-03-13T22:26:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:29:20.175+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IN TURN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Let me sketch my thoughts on the sand&lt;br /&gt;
Watch as the waves destroy  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Let me close my eyes for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Hear the best moments pass by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Let me know what it is to be dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;To enjoy being alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Let me justify my existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;By doing something worthwhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Let me find the difference &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;My life is supposed to make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Let me be a coward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Prepare for risks I need to take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Let me do things my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Let me fail repeatedly and learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Let me watch success go by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I will know it all, in turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/7382606054858273612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7068355313342640915/7382606054858273612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/7382606054858273612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/7382606054858273612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-turn.html' title='IN TURN'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068355313342640915.post-3071788603968013793</id><published>2011-02-02T21:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:25:41.841+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE PRICE TAG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I have a job now. I am in Lucknow, my hometown. I don&#39;t have to worry about cooking anymore! My parents are happy, they couldn&#39;t have been happier. This is what they had always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;
This&amp;nbsp; life is so different from what I expected. What I had expected has already occurred and ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I lived my dream for five months. I was away from home. I had fun. I was cooking for myself. I was&amp;nbsp; happily worried about lots of things. I was living life my way and I loved it. Don&#39;t get me wrong. I like this job too. I like living with my parents. I am glad I don&#39;t have to cook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had continued to live my dream. Why did I give up all that? Why did I choose to return? Why??? I wish I knew why.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m lying, I know why. Its just too hard to accept. I gave it all up for my family. I had everything I wanted minus my family. It was the hardest decision I ever made. Too bad, everything comes with a price tag attached. If you have everything you always wanted and never had to give up anything in exchange for anything, then I envy you with all my heart. I didn&#39;t want to barter but I fell short of choices. In fact, I had none. I had to give up my dream for something I always had. Its so amazingly confusing. I like my decision but I hate the fact that I had to give up my dream in exchange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.&quot; &lt;b&gt;Sir Winston Churchill&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;All the best decisions come with an enormous amount of sadness and with a promise of happiness in the end. I am not as happy as I would have liked to be, but then, this is not the end. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Things have not always been good. There have been ups and downs every now and then. However, if I were to go back in time and change a thing or two, I wouldn&#39;t change anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/2961472541276556175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7068355313342640915/2961472541276556175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/2961472541276556175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/2961472541276556175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/2010/12/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068355313342640915.post-863238199065476038</id><published>2010-12-08T21:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:29:30.443+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="btech"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dont ask me why"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="job"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="non technical"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="technical"/><title type='text'>DON&#39;T ASK ME WHY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There is something that is holding me back from getting a job. And I know what it is... I am not trying hard enough. And I know why... Because I don&#39;t want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Then the obvious question that people throw at me is &quot;Why Btech?&quot;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I have been asked this question every day since the occurrence of B-tech and the non -occurrence of a job so that I was forced to prepare 365 different answers for every day of the year. Sometimes the answer is as simple as &quot;Get Lost&quot;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I used to ask myself the same question and finally quit pondering over the obviously unanswerable..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;It may have been the wrongest decision I ever made but I don&#39;t want to think about things I cannot change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I have been looking for all sorts of career opportunities...from something as sophisticated as a software developer to something as sweet/strict as a teacher. I even tried technical writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;When I get selected, I feel if they could select me that easily... how good could the job be... maybe I am too good for the job? When I don&#39;t get selected, I don&#39;t think at all. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A little more than a quarter of me says, &quot;B-Tech and You are the wrongest match ever&quot;. Another quarter sincerely sticks to B-tech. The rest of me is diplomatic..... Get a job which is not very technical and not completely non technical either. Work with people who will recognize the Gem that you are!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Yes, I am confused as you may have guessed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt; &lt;b&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Don&#39;t ask me &quot;Why B tech?&quot; It is a humble request for those who care. For those who don&#39;t ,well, I have the 365 answers prepared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You have a job that you know will pay you enough to live in Noida. You tell your parents 101 reasons why you must join.You stay home for a month after college. Then you pack your bags and run off to Noida. You somehow convince dad that staying with relatives is not a good idea. Then you spend another day trying to explain why staying at a PG close to relative&#39;s house is not so good either. Then you win and get to stay at a PG not so close to relative&#39;s house. You smile at your victory. You start working. You make friends. You get a SIM that offers free local calls. You get a tiffin wala to bring you lunch. You work at night and sleep through the day. Gradually you stop having breakfast because its too much pain and also because breakfast and lunch almost always coincide. You enjoy life. You enjoy weekends with your only best friend. Shift changes. Your life goes all topsy turvy. You eat at odd times. Lose track of time. Stop having dinner because you are unable to decide if that would actually be dinner or lunch. You get bored of your job. Your team changes. Your friends move to another team. You wish you could take a day off. You take a day off. Tell your boss you are dying of fever. You pay one fourth of your salary as rent. You sulk. You still go out and enjoy weekends and spend like you earn millions. You wish you could see your family. You visit home. You come back. Life gets normally abnormal. You discover that your job actually sucks. You fight with a colleague. You get super bored. You tell everyone the 101 reasons why you hate your job. You quit job. You stay at Noida for another month. You explore NCR. You hang out with best friend. You enjoy life like never before. Then its time for you to return home. Sadly and unwillingly, you pack your bags. Repack. Repack. Repack. Repack. Finally you buy another bag as you have more stuff than you imagined. Repack. You wish you had not quit job. You wish you could stay. You wonder what would have happened if you had not quit job. You promise to return to this wonderful place again.You board the train. You shed tears as your best friend waves at you and the train moves on. You hate to go away.You close your eyes and hope the journey would end soon. Next thing you know is that the train has halted at a dark, unknown station and will remain there for the next 4 hours. You sulk. Your phone battery is down from all the song hearing you did in the previous 2-3 hours. Your phone balance is low. You have big ugly men waiting to snatch your reserved seat. You fight with those men. You are scared to death.You have nothing to eat. You get sulkier. You reach home at 4 am. You cry for some time and wonder what would have happened otherwise. You whisper to yourself , &quot;All is Well&quot; and go to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/9090285240967635762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7068355313342640915/9090285240967635762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/9090285240967635762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/9090285240967635762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-is-well.html' title='ALL IS WELL'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7068355313342640915.post-3404791855176277595</id><published>2010-11-29T02:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-29T02:02:02.664+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AWFULLY TRUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can sketch willingly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can paint unwillingly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can write imaginatively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can think creatively&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can cook loathfully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can eat gladly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can sing nervously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can dance badly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can laugh hysterically&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can cry unstoppably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can smile sweetly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can sob softly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can love deeply&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can hate savagely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can wait patiently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can mock wickedly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can get irritated easily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can hope miserably&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can shout rudely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can terrify brutally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can work insanely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can quit suddenly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can explain bluntly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I can be unbelievably friendly, honestly blunt, surprisingly fun-loving, smilingly unhappy, busily free, enthusiastically confused, mournfully lazy, successfully unsuccessful, sincerely willing, eerily crazy, wrongly understood and thankfully unperturbed by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Life is a beautiful mystery. At times we feel annoyed and frustrated, however as the mystery unfolds, we are bound to find a reason to smile. Every little sadness and tear makes sense as the picture gets completed. Every brush stroke however insignificant contributes to a lovely portrait. When things don&#39;t seem to make sense and all appears to be against us, we cry and complain and pose a series of whys to whoever would care to listen and answer. Does anybody really care? A jig-saw puzzle, that is what life is,.. too many bits here and there.. we try to fit one bit here and another there. Sometimes when everything gets jumbled up and we are about to give up, suddenly a bit falls into place and all that did not make any sense earlier now starts to make sense. The mystery gets unfolded in bits... just enough to keep us going. Blindfolded, we move on... we don&#39;t know whats next in store for us. Had we known... life would not have been mysterious and we wouldn&#39;t have a single reason to go on.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/feeds/1462727019873921632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/7068355313342640915/1462727019873921632' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/1462727019873921632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7068355313342640915/posts/default/1462727019873921632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shobhitas.blogspot.com/2010/11/reason-to-go-on.html' title='A REASON TO GO ON'/><author><name>Shobhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404232678406438185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>