tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61582347219819361272024-02-07T22:08:44.416-08:00SPARROW'S NESTsparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-49592500938949110332011-07-10T05:52:00.000-07:002011-07-10T06:06:57.511-07:00musings<p class="MsoNormal">How do you go back - when in your heart you know that there is no going back?</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">Though, I know there is no going back and I know I cannot love anybody more than or equally I loved you; what makes me happy is that I have piles of your memory to cherish for my life.</p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Two year hence, and I still do think of you in my happiest of times, in my saddest of times. I remember you when the life throws struggles at me and at the times when the life is easygoing; when rain drop touches me or morning dew refreshes me! The thought of you is still very familiar and exciting like a whispered promise.</p><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal">And here I stand with no regrets, or complains at all. :-) - in a hope that someday you will land at this blog.....</p><div><br /></div><p></p>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-39321356798994620202011-02-26T10:54:00.000-08:002011-02-26T11:09:13.197-08:00each day i have loved you more than the previous day. each day i have realised that nothing makes me more happy than the memory of yours. i did not cry, i did not bothered others, i just gave a thought to you and silently made my way to loneliness. <div><br /></div><div>Your's only juliet...</div><div>free me from the cage and take me towards the exaltations</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-11303939857865546792010-07-11T10:00:00.000-07:002010-07-11T10:09:42.652-07:00Don't know in what kind of search I am....that ultimate ecstacy is missing from life.....just moving n moving ahead, night to day and then day to night....but towards what?<div><br /></div><div>Some kind of unrecognizable thing is missing from life, what it is, who knows it, ultimate fact remains, whatever it is I am unaware of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Some kind of cue is there that I want something, but what I what, has very hazy picture, though I have some hope that i will get that 'something', but is that 'something' is the ultimate desirable thing that I don't know, it is something very random or very specific, is that something that important or that trivial, no clue about it.</div><div><br /></div><div>What i know is that 'something' can only give me that ultimate satisfaction, which I am craving very badly since months........</div><div><br /></div><div>No post can be as random as this one...but in some kind of hope that post might give some satisfaction.</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-47166591057572502412009-09-20T03:12:00.000-07:002009-09-20T06:56:28.328-07:00Buaaji……..Remembering you<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: justify;">She was my dad’s father’s sister, after the India Pakistan division she settled in Mumbai with her husband while My grandfather with his family in Agra….Buaaji gave birth to daughter which unfortunately died within 2,3 months of her birth…...and after few years her husband died….so she came to live with her brothers(my grandfather)….I was born six months earlier to my grandfathers death….so I don’t remember him at all….and moreover due to me weak memory I don’t remember much of my childhood and whatever I remember major part of the memories are of Buaaji….I have never come across a lady so strong,practical and so <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>loving……..She told me she loved me most and same was with me, I loved her the most ,more than I loved my mother,at night I use to sleep with her ,I ate food from her plate only and she was the first one I use to say Jai sita ram in the morning and she was the one who use to carry my bag from auto to the room when I use to come from school.</div><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Until her death I did not realized mom is supposed to be the most important lady in a kids life, she was that to me, I even remember she called me once and told me to stop doing mischievous since her heart bleeds if anyone scolds me…….She loved kajol in the movie Dushman….she loved Rishi kapoor since his mother was her best friend while she was in Mumbai and they lived on same floor, She told me stories which I still are deeply ingrated in my mind.….I remember going with her to Nirankari Bhawan every Sunday and gladly missing Disney World.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><div style="text-align: justify;">Any of my smallest achievements were her biggest victory, her chest inflated with pride when I recited Ramayan in Nirankari Bhawan and received a pen for appreciation, and also remember that once she badly scolded my cousin because we had a fight(yes she was very bias for me )and also once she scolded my elder siblings since they were making fun of me.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I never ever saw her cribbing for her fate, or whining like other oldies on health issues, I mostly saw her doing Simran and reading her religious book, her profound trust on her Babaji and his teachings on Nirakar Swarup of god(Shapeless God) would force atheist to believe in god….she was ever smiling cheerful lady with a kind attitude, her smile had some kind of enigma that one would have to forcefully remove eyes from her face…her humour can get anybody rolling on floor…..her grace blended with her white hairs was eye catching……..and her straight forwardness would let anybody to think twice before talking to her…..but mostly I remember her for the immense love she showered upon <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>me. The Cutest scene of the world I have seen till date is when my dadi(grandmother) and she would get ready with all neatly tiff white suits and white duppatta and with walking sticks in hands, wearing lovely smiles and naughty eyes, to have a visit somewhere and they would hold each other’s hand to cross the road.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I remember she told me once, that she wanted to learn English….and my lessons would start with A for apple….she knew that stuff but I did not know that she knew and she would patiently listen to my kiddish teachings all day long……she once told me that she once wanted to fly in airplane and I remember her happiness when my chacha sent tickets for dadi and buaaji for Kuwait, I cried like anything when she went for two months, I missed her each and every day…..I was in sixth class then……after they came from Kuwait we had a huge tragedy in our family and she proved to be the biggest support system for my grandmother since she had lost her youngest son then…..after that I remember buaaji started deteriorating in health and she had a clue that she is about to die………I can blurredly remember once I was playing in the verandah in one winter afternoon and she was eating food……..she called me twice or thrice but I did not listen so she first time shouted my name and told me that,”You are not listening to me and sooner you wont be able to listen to me since I am going to die”……I was too young to understand this but still I cried like anything hugging and kissing her badly…………She had already told my mom what clothes should be on her body while all the rituals for funeral to be taken if she dies suddenly….she had all the things prepared so that there should be least work for my family to ponder upon if she dies suddenly.......and then her condition was becoming bad to worse and still I slept in her room only because I did not wanted to miss any single moment with her, I loved massaging her legs and her back, I loved combing her hairs, I<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>loved talking to her even when she was unconscious, nobody knows but I then also told her all my school stories and would wake her up, but she won’t respond and I would cry by her side, she remained unconscious for weeks and whenever she would be conscious she wont remember anything but she remembered me and looked at me at times and even sometimes stared at me…..I was not able to tolerate that since she did not talk to me….but my dadi would told me that’s what happens to old people…….and then I remember a day when god was coming to take her…..her body was breathless whole day….everybody in my family since morning had inclination that she is about to die….but I did not know since what mattered to me most was that I have to massage her back and have<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>to do my homework sitting by her side….but that was not so…..she was dying ….my mom was giving her ganga jal…..and she was loosing her breath….i was just shouting and crying to call a doctor and was running to one elder to another my dadi was crying in another room……and last movement I saw in her body was her feet shaking…………and she died…..and I lost her……She used to say that this birth was her last birth, and after this she would attain Salvation, I do wish she attains that but I also wish she should come back to my family to again give all the love, kindness and blessings she gave then!</div></span></b><p></p>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-40627604675998815082009-08-30T05:42:00.000-07:002011-07-10T06:11:32.268-07:00Want to sleep in solace<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-size:13px;">I<b><i> did not sleep in Solace since so long</i></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">This sickness has been so prolonged.....</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The Dream I chase...</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Going through the life's incarnated maze!</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">But something puts me from it so far apart.....</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Is it the destiny or luck playing its part.....?</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Its neither the destiny nor the luck being hard....</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">These are just the phases which soon be past!</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And when you would look behind would make you laugh.....</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Situations are the culprits which go against you to make sure you learn...</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">And come out as a Phoenix after that burn!</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It is the Persistence and Perseverance which brings the difference between the chaser and the achiever</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">As the moon brings between the sea and the river!</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Let the shine of of your dream leads you ahead....</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The achievement of it would make the time so best....</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC66CC;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The Honour you would own will make you sleep in solace!</span></i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-17068716487113541972008-06-06T08:56:00.000-07:002008-12-08T22:37:56.805-08:00google woogle...!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8j6YqpYGD0XyMmGaSu6t5lbI59NpLKd5hBPJ8GzlInp-YPnTxLCjLHb8EqHPT-5V1bRcUKkIH6NAu5zM-T2x05WGBoyoeHOns-kumvoJNv2X3b5C6t91472PizThG4DCrAPWOzdfsvSPF/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208806187014948626" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8j6YqpYGD0XyMmGaSu6t5lbI59NpLKd5hBPJ8GzlInp-YPnTxLCjLHb8EqHPT-5V1bRcUKkIH6NAu5zM-T2x05WGBoyoeHOns-kumvoJNv2X3b5C6t91472PizThG4DCrAPWOzdfsvSPF/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am finding finance as a great subject and wonder these complicated things of capital market works just on sentiments,no one gives heck to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">what</span> does beta says or what does P/E ratio implies,but that is where my job starts.....so all these financial coefficients these days are making me nervous as my Summer Training Project on securities market is getting more demanding,so comes to my rescue is <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">GOOGLE GOD</span> , <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Google</span> which has become a synonymous of an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Internet</span> ,the founders are as great as (for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Internet</span> users) one who made <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Adam</span> or eve <strong></strong><a title="Larry Page" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Larry_Page"><strong>Larry Page</strong></a> and <a title="Sergey Brin" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sergey_Brin"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sergey</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brin</span></span></strong></a>,u type any damn thing and and this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Pandora's</span> box is ready with an answer,not only this ,many related or unrelated (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">containing</span> even a single word of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Ur</span> search request)links at your service, i simply wonder how much it would be taking to maintain such a massive database,but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">that's</span> not for me to worry,for further details on it read (The Google Story).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The other day somebody asked me "what's inflation rate today?" man an open laptop with broadband and this man asking me.....the first line came to my mind was "GOOGLE it moron.....!</div><br /><div>Anybody who can answer you question would be recognized as a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Google</span></span>......such a integrated part <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Google</span> has become<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">.......I wonder some day if my neighbour <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">chunnu</span></span> lost his pencil his mom would said "beta <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">chunnu</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dont</span></span> bug me with asking pencil again and again <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Google</span> it (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">usko</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">sab</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">pata</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">hain</span></span>)....!"</span></div><br /><div>Or conversation in college can be like this</div><br /><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">sangita</span></span>:- "You know yesterday i saw on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Google</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">mohit</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">arey</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">wahi</span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">apni</span></span> class <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">ka</span></span> handsome backbencher has new <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">girlfriend</span>....:O";)</span></div><br /><div>It just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">striked</span></span> to my mind that my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">pen drive</span> is missing....where is it? and my mind answered to me "Google it moron..!";)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-36297326765357886662007-06-18T02:02:00.000-07:002007-06-18T02:16:08.737-07:00Really I dont mean it;)<em><strong><span style="color:#66cccc;">Recieved as a forwarded email:)......sorry if some feelings are hurt;).........rest enjoy!!!!(if anybody ever comes here;)</span></strong></em><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Q: What is the difference between men and puppies?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">A: Puppies grow up.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Q: Why do men always have a stupid look on their faces?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">A: Because they are... </span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">Q: What do men have in common with ceramic tiles?</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#66cccc;">A: Fix them properly once and you can walk all over them forever</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Q: If you drop a man and a brick out of a plane, which one would hit the ground first? </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">A: Who cares?????.....(both are equally dense!!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Q: What did God say after he created man?</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">A: I can do better than this! And then he created woman!!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Q: What's the difference between an intelligent man & a UFO? </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">A: I don't know, I've never seen either.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#003333;">Q: What are two reasons why men don't mind their own business?</span><br /><span style="color:#003333;">A: i) no mind ii) no business</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">Q: Why did Moses wander in the desert for 40 years?</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">A: Because even back then men wouldn't ask for directions ....;)</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Q: What is the difference between men and pigs?</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">A: Pigs don't turn into men when they drink..</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#663333;">Q: What makes men chase women they have no intention of marrying? </span><br /><span style="color:#663333;">A: The same urge that makes dogs chase vehicles they have no intention of driving</span>.<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Q: What do you do with a man who thinks he's God's gift?</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">A: Exchange him!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Q: Why do men like smart women? </span><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">A: Opposites attract;)</span>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-16231917291451150492007-05-11T10:15:00.000-07:002007-05-12T00:58:19.531-07:00I want him to be the PRESIDENT!!!!!!Who would be the next president??.........since Dr. A.P.J kalam term is coming to an end in july ..... ...quite a lot of online voting is also going on in support of him........sometime back there was in news that eight year old girl has started a campaign to get him back as a President.<br />Dr. Kalam became the 11th President of India on 25th July 2002...his term is coming to an end.......and most of 'us' want him to be the <span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Preside</span>nt.</span> If you also want him to be the President again, vote for him at <a href="http://www.getkalamback.com/">http://www.getkalamback.com/</a>.<br />I have voted for him...... not because I was pretty impressed by his work during his term,not because he is intelligent,educated man,modest ,kind hearted and a great scientist....but I voted for him because i dont want any criminal record 'gentlemen' politician holding this position......yes Dr.Kalam has Visions for India.... but looking back he did not do desired work...which he was capable enough to do but looking at the positive aspect of the thing he did not do any negative work as well which he was capable enough to do;)(we should be thankful to him for that)..........yes he did spoke about his plans for greater India but those plans are not well taken care of he performed as good as microphone performed on the Speakers desk........ but I dont want to push my country towards any kind of risks it is better that he remains as the president atleast his neutral and calm demaeanour is not harming our country ;) and so I voted for him<br />but if not him then<br />WHO COULD BE THE PRESIDENT OF INDIA????<br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">A citizen of India who is of 35 years of age or above may be a Presidential candidate. The Presidential candidate should be qualified to become a member of the Lok Sabha and should not hold any office of profit under the government. Certain office-holders, however, are permitted to stand as Presidential candidates. These are:<br />The current Vice-President<br />The Governer of any State<br />A Minister of the Union or of any State.<br /></span>Considering the above qualifications....I think my dad is best suited for the position:)(I wish he becomes)<br />ok.....Rabri devi could stand for presidential election,<strong>B</strong>ala sahib thakre can stand for the presidential election.......oh and Mrs. Soniya gandhi or<br />Konakuppakattil Gopinathan Balakrishnan(Chief justice of India....in my views Dr. kalam did this great job by appointing him as chief justice) can also stand for the presidential election but if they leave office of profit they are holding .<br />Mr. Balakrishnan is doing great job as the chief justice god gives him long life and long term as well:)<br />and considering other people i mentioned Dr. kalam is the bestest (if that is the word;)) choice for the president......<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">But.......But because i have some kind of special predilictions and this is my blog I want Mr. N.R. Narayan Murthy to be the PRESIDENT OF INDIA.........in my views nobody in India is best suited for the position concerned as this great Visionary who has nurtured and mentored his company......and have made the word 'IT' such a common word......who has made India on worlds favourite lists regarding information technology making INFOSYS the first company to be listed <span style="font-family:courier new;">on</span> NASDAQ........whose rhetoric style of speaking leaves a strong mark on every youngester's mind......whose views on every matter becomes 'our' views and each word spoken by him is biblical word for INFOSYS task force......thousands of young generation working for him day in day out...not only for making INFOSYs more successful comapny but also for making India the brand name in INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY.......other than those above mentioned qualification to become the president of india what are the other qualities which is needed in 'our' president .........</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">He has been through the ground realities of life, struggled his way to success<br />perfect example of rags to riches,hard work, struggle,philanthropic heart,simplicity,modesty,dedicated family man and great mentor,educated,with high standards of thinking and persuasive style of speaking:)........He is one man in India who has clear and stable views on any matter concerned be it reservation which he daringly opposes and above all his voice is heard that could make a difference in our country.......<br />Agreed that PRESIDENT in our country does not has enough powers but being at this reputed position with extra efforts one could definately make a difference not just by proposing VISION 2020,not just by selling dreams to the people....difference could be made by proposing plans to achieve the dream,difference could be made by working towards the vision and above all difference could be made by including each and every Indian in the dream .<br /><br /></span>for further reading<br /><a href="http://www.karnataka.com/personalities/narayana-murthy/">http://www.karnataka.com/personalities/narayana-murthy/</a><br /><a href="http://www.karnataka.com/personalities/narayana-murthy/">http://www.karnataka.com/personalities/narayana-murthy/</a>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-65084649493560084642007-05-09T22:42:00.000-07:002007-05-09T23:34:18.522-07:00Nothing new:)Nothing new has happened in my life and has not written any post for a while.....because I have hell lot of time:).........and my mind is totally empty its not that i dont have any ideas to write about....but my empty mind is not able to shape those ideas into a post which could make me feel happy.......dont know what relation i share with my blog......watever it is.... I just love my blog though it has nothing special;) still it is like a baby to me.........and last night had a bad yeah really bad dream......it was about my blog.... <span style="color:#ff6600;">blog spot administrators have removed all those blogs which has no new post since a month huh?? (a real nightmare)......I am distressed,sending applications to google people giving them proofs that i have tried hard to keep my blog alive(see at the bottom...i have decorated it with advertisements.....and I am not at all perfect at HTML coding:))......but those petitions are useless because my blog has been deleted by those dogs......I tried hard to resurrect my baby but all in vain.....<br />SO the first thing in the morning I did was to log into blogspot and then to my blog..........YAHOOOOOO it is here thank god that it was just a dream...........and second thing I am doing is post so that dream reamains the dream:)<br /></span><br />So these days I am doing reallly nothing ah but as my brother remarked these days I am upto honing my mental faculties and ruining others mental faculties....well to some extent he is right;)<br />........second thing I am doing is reading and commenting on others blogs and in the process I have found few very good blogs , some good blogs,some okish blogs .......and some yukks blogs:)<br />and oh yes..... am also playing badmiton these days(I really really play toooooo bad but trying hard to b next aparna popat would reach there in next 5 yrs or so)........and yeah my wisdom tooth is growing(pain-wisdom=wisdom tooth)....now comeon how could wisdom stays in that pain.<br />And yes today went to college after so many days(I am done with my graduation...went there for some official formalities).......loads of news were there........five girls got engaged:)gud luck ahead girls...........three got married......and one among them is carrying a baby:) congrats to them as welll(pretty fast girls u see its just been two and a half month when I last went to the college)<br /><br />Hmm ......I noticed I have used quite a lot of smilies in my post.......because I am really smiling seeing my blog and people it is smiling back at me:)<br /><br />FEW JOKES I FOUND ON INTERNET:)<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">^^THE local pharmacist was used to answering all sorts of questions. When a customer came in asking for a cure for hiccups, the pharmacist thought a good scare might do the trick. So he quickly reached across the counter and gave the customer a hearty slap on the back. Apparently, he slapped harder than he intended as the customer lost his breath for a minute."Did that cure the hiccups?" asked the pharmacist after the customer recovered."I don't know," the man answered. "I'll have to check with my wife, who's waiting in the car. She's the one with the problem."</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">^^A YOUNG MAN wasn't thrilled when he received his draft notice and thought a few well-placed answers could help him fail the physical.Doctor: What do you see on that wall over there? Young Man: What wall?Doctor: Great! You just passed the hearing test.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">^^A LONG, long time ago, God was mopping His brow after finishing a difficult task. "Whew! I just made 24 hours of alternating light and dark," He said.A nearby cherub asked, "What are You going to do now?" God replied, "I think I'll call it a day." </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;">^^TWO MEN were stranded on a desert island. One was very worried, while the other seemed to have no cares. "How can you be so happy?" asked the worried man. "We may never get off this island.""I make $100,000 a year," the other man said. "What does that have to do with us getting out of here?" asked the worried man."I tithe," said the other. "My pastor will surely be coming after me."<br /></span><br /> <span style="color:#993300;">^^While visiting to his son on his Army base, he chatted with a colleague of his. "What rank are you?" he asked."I'm relieved to say that I've just been promoted from captain to major.""Relieved? Why?""Because," he replied, "my last name is Hook." </span>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-51692018712073624262007-03-09T02:26:00.000-08:002008-12-08T22:37:57.024-08:00LIFE-A MARVELLOUS JOURNEY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW66WyTioc7wLg0cIgZXdPz6RDww3KnWeiuUQHymbWoUFs1EKNJy0ekIxhmQp32c2maAschxwcB9oeK8jzJ14e5Qr0Dwp3XR9QljXmYvZgssBmScYtJ5DvWa6GRxWDwaBeaYlHi3jzDYbC/s1600-h/3494602346.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039870132537959986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW66WyTioc7wLg0cIgZXdPz6RDww3KnWeiuUQHymbWoUFs1EKNJy0ekIxhmQp32c2maAschxwcB9oeK8jzJ14e5Qr0Dwp3XR9QljXmYvZgssBmScYtJ5DvWa6GRxWDwaBeaYlHi3jzDYbC/s400/3494602346.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="color:#3366ff;">WHAT IS LIFE??.......A magnificent trip!!!!<br />Thousands of people sailing on same ship!!!!<br /><br />All have different ports to embark.....<br />All have different ports to debark.....<br /><br />Some sail with you for ever....<br />Some leave you afloat to be back for never.....<br /><br />All have different lives to live....<br />But somehow connected to a common string....<br /><br />Around few your life revolves.....<br />Around few your life evolves.....<br /><br />Some make difference in your life......<br />Some leave you in just no time......<br /><br />Some share your dreams.....<br />Some pass by you like a wind....<br /><br />Some you choose to sail with you.....<br />Some are their to hail on you.....<br /><br />Some are their to laugh with you......<br />Some are their to laugh at you......<br /><br />Some are their to hold your hands.....<br />Some are their to stab your back......<br /><br />Some are their to cry with you......<br />Some are their to cry for you.......<br /><br />Some are their to prop you up......<br />Some are their to drop you down.....<br /><br />Some are their to push you ahead......<br />Some are their to pull you back......<br /><br />Some are their for occasions.....<br />Some are their for vacations.....<br />And some are their just for no reasons!!!!!<br /><br /><br />But even in the end of this magnificent trip.......<br />My heart would wish to be back on ship!!!!<br /></span></em></strong>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-14208483746670939372007-03-05T01:56:00.000-08:002007-03-05T02:03:29.798-08:00"THAT NIGHT"15 April 2050, night at 10, Scientist Askimov was working in his laboratory since 8 am. He noticed time and whispered "Huh!! Time fruitfully spent." But he was feeling bit suffocated and thought of having a long walk......He took his mobile phone and 'that' black box on which it was encrypted "Let the owner open it" from the drawer of the side table and slipped both the things into the side pocket of his overcoat...and left the laboratory and came to a deserted road. He walked and walked he felt bit bored and thought of having a carriage ride and called one and climbed in it, he took out his blackberry and went through a long list of missed calls ."Hmm Miranda called so many times.” He called back to Miranda, his daughter Niki picked the phone and hung up to call her mother on line "oh!! No battery at all, Miranda would get worried if I don't call her back....<br />He took out 'that' black box and opened it.<br />"Ah!!! Sophie she is just so divinely beautiful.” He murmured.<br />Sophie's green eyes, unblemished skin, golden flowing hairs reminded him of some angel. Her elegant style of sitting beside him, clutching his blackberry gave Askimov goose bumps. Even blackberry seemed to not to come out of her grip. This was Sophie's aura, which could mesmerize the saints and then even Askimov was not left caught in her aura. He missed those wonderful days with Sophie, those long walk on beaches, eating ice-creams in the rains, when he was transported to different world, he missed those.........<br />But now he is still happier, with his three wonderful kids and caring wife Miranda.<br />HE was filled with guilt, from two years he has not spend that quality time with his family. But then these two years has bought him glory.<br />He thought of last Sunday, when his name was being announced, and whole auditorium was echoing with sounds of clapping......Miranda was all in tears. At last, Askimov's work has been recognized by world, his experiments gave successful results.<br />Then also, he was thinking of Sophie's bereavement, but it hardly matters now, Sophie is always there with him, his lucky mascot stays with him always......<br />And he went on stage to receive his 'NOBEL PRIZE' in physics for the papers he presented on "HARNESSING PARANORMAL ENERGY" and "PRACTICAL APPLICATIONS TO HARNESS PARANORMAL ENERGY.” His work is awarded, it took him twenty years and many more sacrifices to prove to world that his ideas are not insane .....<br />YES, great things take time to happen!!!!! He smiled...<br />He came back to present when his blackberry started ringing, it was Miranda. He opened 'that' black box, kissed it and slipped it back inside his pocket.<br />Sophie was not there but his beautiful family is waiting for him at dinner...........sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-80990962780215258552007-03-01T08:26:00.000-08:002008-12-08T22:37:57.238-08:00DA WARRIOR<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUFpGGXjuYRmJGPo1fXioAwC3o9FWtYVRyavdZI-Z5rEvc0994ewlDsLpW4ySec-SpdqxwtCgnuKlxbm9JhY6cV6f8EJ_Qms5hhPsAwuaHlAG4tp_ETVTjXHw353APMLwdmMFKyk7KYC-w/s1600-h/CB064769.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036996604270744690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="146" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUFpGGXjuYRmJGPo1fXioAwC3o9FWtYVRyavdZI-Z5rEvc0994ewlDsLpW4ySec-SpdqxwtCgnuKlxbm9JhY6cV6f8EJ_Qms5hhPsAwuaHlAG4tp_ETVTjXHw353APMLwdmMFKyk7KYC-w/s400/CB064769.jpg" width="120" border="0" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">HE had those keen moist eyes.<br />Which could inspire dead warriors to fight!!!<br /><br />He was down millions of time.<br />But was up with every new sunshine.<br /><br />Thousands of times his blood was shed. </span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">But he never fret.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"><br />He was sure this was the last disaster<br />And prayed to GOD -the mystery master.<br />Pain in his body reminded him of his past.<br />But thinking about the future glory he let it pass.<br /><br />Since so long he was waiting the arrival of this dawn.<br />At last, the night has ended with yawn.<br /><br />He toiled for this day since so long.<br />He knew he wouldn’t be proved wrong.<br /><br />He knew that soon the morning would arrive.<br />And all his frustrations would no longer thrive.<br />This was the dream which he so far nurtured.<br />For the sake of this glorious future.<br /><br />He thanked god for making his dream come true.</span></strong></em><br /><div><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">GOD replied--Credit goes to you.<br />You are the one by whose faith bad luck has choked.<br />And destiny showed a beautiful stroke. </span></strong></em><a name="0.1_graphic02"></a><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><em><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">I make those breakers in your path.<br />To get in you that thousand diamonds worth a </span></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">spark</span></strong></em></span><span style="color:#ff6600;">.</span></div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-56993839219800935532007-02-25T10:56:00.000-08:002007-02-25T11:04:14.714-08:00LUCKY-MY MAID'S DAUGHTER<em><strong><span style="color:#993399;">When I was two she was five.<br />Still she knew how to clean and wipe.</span></strong></em><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><br />I grew four ,she was seven.<br />She knew to cook chappatis even.</span></strong></em><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;"><br />She did not attended scool and did not suffered back- pack.<br />But had all the knowledge which i lacked .<br /><br />I know i was born with a silver spoon.<br />She was the one who lived just under the moon.<br /><br />I stll saw sparkles in her eyes<br />And mature positive take on life.<br /><br />She had dreams,which she knew may broke.<br />But still did all chores with enthusiastic stroke.<br /><br />She wanted to end her miseries,and had great hopes.<br />But there was something else in destinies womb.<br /><br />When i was ten and five.<br />She was married and still alive.<br /><br />When i was eighteen and sorting wat i want to do.<br />She was rearing three children and drunkard and nowhere to go<br /><br />When there were beautiful dreams in my eyes.<br />There was just disgust for life in her vibes.<br /><br />Feeding five children alone is not an easy task.<br />But she wears superbly all the mask.<br /><br />When i am growing smarter and filling my pockets.<br />Her eyes are going deep inside the sockets.<br /><br />Long back only she stopped seeing dreams.<br />Now she just awakes to her chlidren's screams.<br /><br />Now I am twenty and one and ready to astride my life.<br />She still cleans and wipes with her daughter of five.<br /><br /></span></em></strong>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-80219391574859896602007-02-23T00:09:00.000-08:002008-12-08T22:37:57.363-08:00TICKLE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcAJtsa236eaEGGEkc7Rwycv9871y__7Ca2579MC3ma9483mAvfUS2zwzoJ1VkmBzI4oiG_pi2INZo_j39W8TBarPM6jQZJTe5imghoQI7rTvWRErVj87BqNep_OHgHH09NLeYey-nyc9/s1600-h/fl0080.gif"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034644933582525522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="117" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAcAJtsa236eaEGGEkc7Rwycv9871y__7Ca2579MC3ma9483mAvfUS2zwzoJ1VkmBzI4oiG_pi2INZo_j39W8TBarPM6jQZJTe5imghoQI7rTvWRErVj87BqNep_OHgHH09NLeYey-nyc9/s320/fl0080.gif" width="113" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff6666;">TICKLE</span> this is my best buddy rather monster buddy who lives within me infact lives within all of us, i named it as my tickle.IT is our suppressed emotion,which is funny,naughty and even bitchy and devilish sometimes.It says all tht wat we want to say but cudnt.MY tickle is special it wont stop even in most depressed and bizzarre situations.<br />HOW many times i have killed him but i thnk he has infinite lives,but then i thought its not a good idea to kill my tickle because it is damn funny and my <span style="color:#ff6666;">BESHT BUDDY.....</span><br />FIRST time i encountered my <span style="color:#ff6666;">tickle</span> when i was in 10th standard .When i wrote my first story and asked my teacher's view about it ,hmm as always he had thousands comments over it,i thought simply he wud say anu "this is good one ur the next anita desai"but-<br />TEACHER-SEE u cud have written this first,actually third paragraph is bit random,u shud have introduced this character like this .<br />ANU-yes sir u r rite<br />TEACHER-epilogue cud have been better<br />anu-yes sir ur rite<br />huh!!!! dint u find anything worthy,sigh!! m such a bad writer<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">TICKLE</span>-Hey anu cheers up!!!! tell him its so easy to criticize a hen but its hard to lay even one egg dumbo.<br />ANU-shut up tickle shut up dont prompt me.<br />killed!! killed!!<br />BUT IT WOULD NEVER STOP!!!<br />MUM-anu wear yellow apt for such occassions and u wud look fairer<br />anu -yes mum<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">TICKLE</span>-mum buffalo standing in a mustard farm wud look like a cow hahahhaha.<br />shut up tickle mom not in a good mood<br />snapped!!<br />But this has special powers of never fading away!!!<br />FRIEND-Hey anu how m i lookin??hmm<br />ANU-huh!! yeah great haan black suits you ,"blushin""blushing".<br />FRIEND-thanks haan.<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">TICKLE</span>-Thanks for wat?? for lying, hahaha bullshit you r looking as good as bull,and black yak,use this dress as a duster<br />shut up<span style="color:#ff6666;"> tickle</span>!!!shut up!!<br />anyhow i can stop tickle but cant stop random ppl asking random question,and thn i have to put up with my nice image and cant give random answers(atleast wat i think).Seriously speaking i hate any question,i just simply hate questions specially such questions-<br />SOME(STUPID)BODY-how was ur cat??<br />ANU-ya nice ,dint do tht good in maths,but overall was nice.hmm expecting a call,lets c.<br /><span style="color:#ff6666;">TICKLE</span>-nice haan,u not only sucked in maths u sucked in all sections lier!!u know u were on miami beaches for two n half hours.wat abt call they wont call u to even wipe their floors.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">DEVIL u sucking devil..</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br />But eventually i realized its not good to stop it because this creature is very true,true as we should all be.........sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6158234721981936127.post-74669586102922664992007-02-21T00:13:00.000-08:002008-12-08T22:37:57.487-08:00HAPPY HOURS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8IO0qCRrdFVZE3Bj5R0XiTy5l2dmmf9kS7ODkQLh7xIrPA8nrIaRH7hL7qJAqFbYDeRPcyTPb6QPwXnZydM85mzzYT2abo405PDLzZsCkGwFSFn0cWXJDnRNxTeR4SJqoWiWa5TCwufv/s1600-h/2217131667.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034318434463650866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="170" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8IO0qCRrdFVZE3Bj5R0XiTy5l2dmmf9kS7ODkQLh7xIrPA8nrIaRH7hL7qJAqFbYDeRPcyTPb6QPwXnZydM85mzzYT2abo405PDLzZsCkGwFSFn0cWXJDnRNxTeR4SJqoWiWa5TCwufv/s320/2217131667.jpg" width="225" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Anytime given a thought tht wat it takes to b happy,may b a long vacation,hmm wat say abt 30 gb ipod,a pair of nike and blah blah blah ,the list is endless.But it just takes a moment to feel happy,we just need to realize it though realization is a kind of tricky task.The other day as always just to buzz off my tensions n depressions n halucinations and many more 'tions' i was sauntering on road at dusk time,frm some far end heard a kind crap loud hindi music frm a most monotonous sound box,then walked some more distance the music cud b heard bit more loud,the source of sound was from some dingiest looking small shack kinda shop at blindest corner ,hanging some silvery strips of pan masala,mouth freshner n all such stuffand an elderly man of may b 40-50(cudnt guess his age) was dancing and around him were six kids,(half clad,stomach n waist cannot b diffrentiated) extremely jovial were dancing as if found alladin's jennie who ll take their all miseries(atleast wat i percieved),but as my nature better say it a habbit ,i was bit curious to know what making them dance like this (arey u need a dj,woofers n definately some ocassion to dance man,atleast i do),just as a curious spectator i asked y r they dancing,i mean wat is there tht they can dance on such a yakk song,the younget boy dint know,the tallest one dint know,the girl dint know(u aint priety zinta)and tht elderly man also dint know(huh!!!! definately some problem then).but then ultimately the reason was they were happy so they were dancing(happiness=dancing,who told u and tht too on such montonic sounds),but wat i cud see a twinkle in tht man's eye may b he was making his children busy to skip dinner.<br />but whatever happiness is just around the corner</div>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16597449548661900201noreply@blogger.com3