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Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Dear Kshitij,
Here is your horoscope
for Tuesday, June 12:
Deep, slow satisfaction is so much more real than fleeting pleasure -- or at least that's what you tell yourself while you're waiting for your rewards to manifest. You know, you have a point. Keep on keepin' on.
hahahaha very funny ... seeing what all has happened :)
Here is your horoscope
for Tuesday, June 12:
Deep, slow satisfaction is so much more real than fleeting pleasure -- or at least that's what you tell yourself while you're waiting for your rewards to manifest. You know, you have a point. Keep on keepin' on.
hahahaha very funny ... seeing what all has happened :)
The happiness and freedom of love
The topic might seem pretty random ... but well its amazing when sometimes we act and feel completely different then what we thought will ... something which should had made me sad ... and did made me sad momentrianaly but well then i was engrossed with a feeling of strange happiness and freedom ... havent felt such good since ages perhaps ... over two and half years i must say ... its been a amazing learning ... and an amazing experiance ... words don't exist for me to express the amount i am feeling good about myself ... feel very energetic ... feel like singing and dancing (now i know i am bad dancer and singer) ... but its just there ... on cloud nine :D just cant stop laughing ...
I guess its a feeling of knowing and relaizing something in your life which makes a huge difference ... something which has always bothered me ... i know now what is love ... i can say that love can never be lost ... we immorals might disagree that aisa nahi hai all ... but well its always there ... many people say that love is lost and all .. i disagree ... i think it can never be lost ... perhaps the way we look at love is different ... love is relationship with any other person ... and its gonna be there always... it can never be lost ... its like we feel and we refuse ke aisa kuch nahi hai ... but then aisa khene se sach to nahi badal jata hai na ... truth still will remain same always ... the feeling is there and will be ....
the friendship is perhaps the most beautifull thing in life ... according to me breakups, etc are not real things ... atleast in a serious relationship ... it is a bond which is there and which will be ... its the bond of care for each other .. and love is about giving only ... what should had made me sad was that i am gonna loose her ... but then over time i knew i am not loosing her ... i can't ... and she also can't cause its a bond which we have and that can't be lost ... chahe kuch bhi ho jaye ... it can't be lost ever ... its something which is always gonna be there with us all our lives ... we are going on different paths cause it was not meant for us to be on same path ... but the love we have for each other will always be ... and thats beautifull ... i guess it not necessary for two persons to live together to love each other ... its just natural feeling that comes automatically ... its a click thingiee ... living together is perhaps a form of insaturation ...
i feel great to know this truth ... hahahahaha ... "satya ka gyan ho gaya hai" :D and perhaps its a huge truth i have realized ... i feel my life fullfilled because of it .. cause for me people in my life are very important and for me its important to ask the questions even if i know the answer of them is NO but i will ask them ... its like i want to be sure about it .. i dont want to pre-assume in certain things in my life ... i will always bug you my friends and ask those questions which i know many of you are not comfortable being asked ... but then i can only be friends when i know that person ... if i dont know that person i will never be friends with him/her and well thats me ... i guess now i can differentiate between love, friendship and insaturation ... a big learning added to my life ...
A friend of mine always says "You should marry your friend rather than someone you love" and i know what he means now ...
jindgi rocks !!! life is beautifull .... i am so happy ...
love u all my friends ...
take care and if u have read it please leave a comment ... even if its just a hi ... cause its gonna be important for me ....
Kshitij
I guess its a feeling of knowing and relaizing something in your life which makes a huge difference ... something which has always bothered me ... i know now what is love ... i can say that love can never be lost ... we immorals might disagree that aisa nahi hai all ... but well its always there ... many people say that love is lost and all .. i disagree ... i think it can never be lost ... perhaps the way we look at love is different ... love is relationship with any other person ... and its gonna be there always... it can never be lost ... its like we feel and we refuse ke aisa kuch nahi hai ... but then aisa khene se sach to nahi badal jata hai na ... truth still will remain same always ... the feeling is there and will be ....
the friendship is perhaps the most beautifull thing in life ... according to me breakups, etc are not real things ... atleast in a serious relationship ... it is a bond which is there and which will be ... its the bond of care for each other .. and love is about giving only ... what should had made me sad was that i am gonna loose her ... but then over time i knew i am not loosing her ... i can't ... and she also can't cause its a bond which we have and that can't be lost ... chahe kuch bhi ho jaye ... it can't be lost ever ... its something which is always gonna be there with us all our lives ... we are going on different paths cause it was not meant for us to be on same path ... but the love we have for each other will always be ... and thats beautifull ... i guess it not necessary for two persons to live together to love each other ... its just natural feeling that comes automatically ... its a click thingiee ... living together is perhaps a form of insaturation ...
i feel great to know this truth ... hahahahaha ... "satya ka gyan ho gaya hai" :D and perhaps its a huge truth i have realized ... i feel my life fullfilled because of it .. cause for me people in my life are very important and for me its important to ask the questions even if i know the answer of them is NO but i will ask them ... its like i want to be sure about it .. i dont want to pre-assume in certain things in my life ... i will always bug you my friends and ask those questions which i know many of you are not comfortable being asked ... but then i can only be friends when i know that person ... if i dont know that person i will never be friends with him/her and well thats me ... i guess now i can differentiate between love, friendship and insaturation ... a big learning added to my life ...
A friend of mine always says "You should marry your friend rather than someone you love" and i know what he means now ...
jindgi rocks !!! life is beautifull .... i am so happy ...
love u all my friends ...
take care and if u have read it please leave a comment ... even if its just a hi ... cause its gonna be important for me ....
Kshitij
Friday, May 11, 2007
Winners are too busy to be sad, too positive to be doubtful, too optimistic to be fearful and too determined to be defeated!
Vivek Pradhan was not a happy man. Even the plush comfort of the air-conditioned compartment of the Shatabdi express could not cool his frayed nerves. He was the Project Manager and still not entitled to air travel. It was not the prestige he sought, he had tried to reason with the admin person, it was the savings in time. As PM, he had so many things to do. He opened his case and took out the laptop, determined to put the time to some good use.
"Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop.
Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.
"You people have brought so much advancement to the country sir. Today everything is getting computerized."
"Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look.
He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stocky like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.
"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside."
Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naivety demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it." For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex."
"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.
This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence came into his so far affable, persuasive tone.
"Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in.Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."
He had the man where he wanted him and it was time to drive home the point.
"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centres across the country. Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrency; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand
the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"
The man was stuck with amazement, like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination. "You design and code such things."
"I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "But now I am the Project Manager,"
"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, "so your life is easy now."
It was like being told the fire was better than the frying pan. The man had to be given a feel of the heat.
"Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work. Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality. To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer
at one end always changing his requirements, the user wanting something else and your boss always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."
Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realisation. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth. "My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the line of fire."
The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek.
"I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire," He was staring blankly as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.
"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night. The enemy was firing from the top. There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom. In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive."
"You are a..."
"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a land assignment. But tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier. On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker. It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety."
"But my captain refused me permission and went ahead himself. He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded."
"His own personal safety came last, always and every time. He was killed as he shielded that soldier into the bunker. Every morning now, as I stand guard I can see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire."
Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of his reply. Abruptly he switched off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a word document in the presence of a man for whom valour and duty was a daily part of life; a valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.
The train slowed down as it pulled into the station and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.
"It was nice meeting you sir."
Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This hand had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly as if by impulse,he stood at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute. It was the least he felt he could do for the country.
PS: The incident he narrates during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and his various other acts of bravery he was awarded the Param Vir Chakra the nation's highest military award.
Live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn!
Winners are too busy to be sad, too positive to be doubtful, too optimistic to be fearful and too determined to be defeated!
"Are you from the software industry sir," the man beside him was staring appreciatively at the laptop.
Vivek glanced briefly and mumbled in affirmation, handling the laptop now with exaggerated care and importance as if it were an expensive car.
"You people have brought so much advancement to the country sir. Today everything is getting computerized."
"Thanks," smiled Vivek, turning around to give the man a look.
He always found it difficult to resist appreciation. The man was young and stocky like a sportsman. He looked simple and strangely out of place in that little lap of luxury like a small town boy in a prep school. He probably was a railway sportsman making the most of his free traveling pass.
"You people always amaze me," the man continued, "You sit in an office and write something on a computer and it does so many big things outside."
Vivek smiled deprecatingly. Naivety demanded reasoning not anger. "It is not as simple as that my friend. It is not just a question of writing a few lines. There is a lot of process that goes behind it." For a moment, he was tempted to explain the entire Software Development Lifecycle but restrained himself to a single statement. "It is complex, very complex."
"It has to be. No wonder you people are so highly paid," came the reply.
This was not turning out as Vivek had thought. A hint of belligerence came into his so far affable, persuasive tone.
"Everyone just sees the money. No one sees the amount of hard work we have to put in.Indians have such a narrow concept of hard work. Just because we sit in an air-conditioned office does not mean our brows do not sweat. You exercise the muscle; we exercise the mind and believe me that is no less taxing."
He had the man where he wanted him and it was time to drive home the point.
"Let me give you an example. Take this train. The entire railway reservation system is computerized. You can book a train ticket between any two stations from any of the hundreds of computerized booking centres across the country. Thousands of transactions accessing a single database, at a time concurrency; data integrity, locking, data security. Do you understand
the complexity in designing and coding such a system?"
The man was stuck with amazement, like a child at a planetarium. This was something big and beyond his imagination. "You design and code such things."
"I used to," Vivek paused for effect, "But now I am the Project Manager,"
"Oh!" sighed the man, as if the storm had passed over, "so your life is easy now."
It was like being told the fire was better than the frying pan. The man had to be given a feel of the heat.
"Oh come on, does life ever get easy as you go up the ladder. Responsibility only brings more work. Design and coding! That is the easier part. Now I do not do it, but I am responsible for it and believe me, that is far more stressful. My job is to get the work done in time and with the highest quality. To tell you about the pressures, there is the customer
at one end always changing his requirements, the user wanting something else and your boss always expecting you to have finished it yesterday."
Vivek paused in his diatribe, his belligerence fading with self-realisation. What he had said, was not merely the outburst of a wronged man, it was the truth. And one need not get angry while defending the truth. "My friend," he concluded triumphantly, "you don't know what it is to be in the line of fire."
The man sat back in his chair, his eyes closed as if in realization. When he spoke after sometime, it was with a calm certainty that surprised Vivek.
"I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire," He was staring blankly as if no passenger, no train existed, just a vast expanse of time.
"There were 30 of us when we were ordered to capture Point 4875 in the cover of the night. The enemy was firing from the top. There was no knowing where the next bullet was going to come from and for whom. In the morning when we finally hoisted the tricolour at the top only 4 of us were alive."
"You are a..."
"I am Subedar Sushant from the 13 J&K Rifles on duty at Peak 4875 in Kargil. They tell me I have completed my term and can opt for a land assignment. But tell me sir, can one give up duty just because it makes life easier. On the dawn of that capture, one of my colleagues lay injured in the snow, open to enemy fire while we were hiding behind a bunker. It was my job to go and fetch that soldier to safety."
"But my captain refused me permission and went ahead himself. He said that the first pledge he had taken as a Gentleman Cadet was to put the safety and welfare of the nation foremost followed by the safety and welfare of the men he commanded."
"His own personal safety came last, always and every time. He was killed as he shielded that soldier into the bunker. Every morning now, as I stand guard I can see him taking all those bullets, which were actually meant for me. I know sir, I know what it is to be in the line of fire."
Vivek looked at him in disbelief not sure of his reply. Abruptly he switched off the laptop. It seemed trivial, even insulting to edit a word document in the presence of a man for whom valour and duty was a daily part of life; a valour and sense of duty which he had so far attributed only to epical heroes.
The train slowed down as it pulled into the station and Subedar Sushant picked up his bags to alight.
"It was nice meeting you sir."
Vivek fumbled with the handshake. This hand had climbed mountains, pressed the trigger, and hoisted the tricolour. Suddenly as if by impulse,he stood at attention and his right hand went up in an impromptu salute. It was the least he felt he could do for the country.
PS: The incident he narrates during the capture of Peak 4875 is a true-life incident during the Kargil war. Capt. Batra sacrificed his life while trying to save one of the men he commanded, as victory was within sight. For this and his various other acts of bravery he was awarded the Param Vir Chakra the nation's highest military award.
Live humbly, there are great people around us, let us learn!
Winners are too busy to be sad, too positive to be doubtful, too optimistic to be fearful and too determined to be defeated!
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