<?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: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-696166695668000600</id><updated>2011-11-28T06:32:26.288+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Software World</title><subtitle type='html'>All my Experiences in this software industry..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-1609168332431516646</id><published>2010-03-19T12:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-19T12:10:24.267+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Long long time since I posted a blog. Today taking out some time in the office hours(Hope my boss is not watching this...:-) ) to pen down my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading the blogs of my colleagues and friends, and just had a strange feeling that I was missing my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing actually relieves me and makes me more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;energetic&lt;/span&gt;. The personal diary which I used to maintain till last year actually helped me become a better person. Now that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do this, I feel I have lost something in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting this habit again by this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-1609168332431516646?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/1609168332431516646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=1609168332431516646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1609168332431516646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1609168332431516646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2010/03/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-3678273253202279421</id><published>2009-09-15T17:20:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T17:58:57.042+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Birthday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/Sq-IX1NPfWI/AAAAAAAAEBI/Evwc8ULK2Cg/s1600-h/chocolate_rose_garden_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381670022732021090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/Sq-IX1NPfWI/AAAAAAAAEBI/Evwc8ULK2Cg/s320/chocolate_rose_garden_cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Birthday... The day which marked the beginning of my life on this earth, and the day which comes with a BIG question every year thrown at me. The question that always frightens me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Every year I mark the D day as the exam day; the exam which examines my life in the passed year.And somehow i fall below the expectations of mine in the exam and this is what frightens me and makes me feel dizzy about my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Birthday is another normal day for me, except that I take head bath :-) and call my mom without fail. For some years, there used to be some midnight calls from my close(?) friends, which stopped after one time.I never believed in midnight calls and wished them only during the day so they never repeated their calls :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;However there are few friends of mine who are genuine enough and call me on the same day or after 2-3 days. Believe me; I feel good on receiving their calls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This year, since it was my first birthday after the marriage;I had few expectations from my husband but thought that they would never materialize as he was very sick during my birthday.I had least expectations as he was very ill and was very week. But to my surprise he wakes me at 3.00 A.M,(he being still dizzy due to the tablets); asks me to cut the cake and then gifts me bunch of roses,chocolate and a gentle..... :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was such a nice pleasant surprise and I loved it. And this years day was spent in the office from 9.00 Am to 9.00 PM. A "WORKING BIRTHDAY". And I enjoyed it the most, with good work and greater responsibilities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoping to have one birthday which would make me satisfied of what I have achieved..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-3678273253202279421?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/3678273253202279421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=3678273253202279421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3678273253202279421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3678273253202279421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday.html' title='Birthday....'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/Sq-IX1NPfWI/AAAAAAAAEBI/Evwc8ULK2Cg/s72-c/chocolate_rose_garden_cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-6630139548562490803</id><published>2009-07-30T17:31:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:58:16.917+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Use and Throw...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SnGRqohFyVI/AAAAAAAADyo/oxsvCeGp3F0/s1600-h/disposable-phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364228792791714130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SnGRqohFyVI/AAAAAAAADyo/oxsvCeGp3F0/s320/disposable-phone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you feel when all of a sudden, the work you were doing is done by others without you being informed. Its really a strange feeling making you feel frustrated as well as irritated. Both the adjectives are needed to show the amount of anger you feel in this scenario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its human nature, whether you like or dislike doing that job, if it is given to someone else without you knowing about it, they tend to feel down or anxious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is fine as long as there is proper communication done before allotting the work, whatever may be the reason(you being less efficient or ur over paid) but when it is done in 100% opacity, it is unethical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the truth in software industry.. you are indispensable today and tomorrow you are disposable.. After all we are "Use and Throw" and not "Renewable" resources.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-6630139548562490803?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/6630139548562490803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=6630139548562490803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/6630139548562490803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/6630139548562490803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/07/use-and-throw.html' title='Use and Throw...'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SnGRqohFyVI/AAAAAAAADyo/oxsvCeGp3F0/s72-c/disposable-phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-1207321466079301626</id><published>2009-06-22T11:56:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:30:24.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spoiling your day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/Sj8r5hXI36I/AAAAAAAACzA/qMNqIZn1BOc/s1600-h/Calvin-bad-mood.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350043149547397026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/Sj8r5hXI36I/AAAAAAAACzA/qMNqIZn1BOc/s320/Calvin-bad-mood.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes our behaviour is so silly... I was ashamed of myself today for the way i behaved yesterday with him.I did not realise that I was wrong until I read AB's blog where he has posted one of the mail forwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday I was doing my home work with the laptop for the next days office work and he was studying some of the tools in the other room.After an hour or so, he came up and said, lets go out and have masala puri. I reluctantly said yes as i was in no mood to go out since I was engrossed in studying. we went out, strolled around and came back. I started preparing chapatis after coming back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the same time, there was a daemon process was happening in my mind at the back end. Lots of thoughts were going on, since few weeks I was not able to be spending some time on my reading and that had really upset me yesterday. I was missing that time where I was with myself and reading lazily on bed.And somehow I thought that reason was him. and so i did not speak to him. He kept pestering me what was the reason. I just changed the topic and opened my laptop and started reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now i feel bad for myself for accusing him although the real reason was me. I could not spend time on reading because I was too lazy and spent most of the time watching TV. But still I spoiled my day with useless thoughts and spoiling the mood of his and mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had spent the whole day outside shopping and had nice time but i spoiled it in the night by my useless moody behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh.. I will try to avoid and be less moody in future... :'-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-1207321466079301626?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/1207321466079301626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=1207321466079301626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1207321466079301626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1207321466079301626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/06/spoiling-your-day.html' title='Spoiling your day...'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/Sj8r5hXI36I/AAAAAAAACzA/qMNqIZn1BOc/s72-c/Calvin-bad-mood.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-1752486023021571323</id><published>2009-06-19T11:27:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:31:48.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dauda Dauda Bhaaga Bhaaga sa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SkIVMcUcMtI/AAAAAAAADU8/MPmHEbsMXMo/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350862610774110930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SkIVMcUcMtI/AAAAAAAADU8/MPmHEbsMXMo/s320/logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Run.Run.Run.. huh this is the theme of my post today. Yeah "Man runs behind the illusion".But philosophy is not the topic today. I have been running behind almost everything these days literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life has gained the momentum all of a sudden and I am still not able to cope up with it.There is sudden outburst of work in the office,there are tensions in the current project and there is some new work assigned as well, which needs some reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back to the home, he is very busy and is facing some tensions at office and is not keeping well. So have to take care of the house.I am a married woman, so no excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My day starts off with getting up in the morning, preparing breakfast followed by packing his tiffin box.By the time all this is done, the maid comes and have to arrange things for her.Time just runs away, meantime have breakfast in hush hush and then run for the cab, else have to catch an auto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah i do catch up some sleep in the cab for an hour or so. :-) and then reach office, start off with the work.Its 6.45, have to run for the connecting cab again to reach other office and catch the cab to our stop. Reach home, prepare dinner, have it and then open the laptop, read for the next day. Its 12.00 by that time, go to bed and sleeppppppppppp.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huh its already morning again.... :-) But inspite of all these I am enjoying the pace of life.:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Douds Douda bhaaga bhaaga sa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-1752486023021571323?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/1752486023021571323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=1752486023021571323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1752486023021571323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1752486023021571323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/06/dauda-dauda-bhaaga-bhaaga-sa.html' title='Dauda Dauda Bhaaga Bhaaga sa...'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SkIVMcUcMtI/AAAAAAAADU8/MPmHEbsMXMo/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-787388576297054669</id><published>2009-06-19T11:05:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:26:59.048+05:30</updated><title type='text'>First Disastrous attempt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SjsntRH-kdI/AAAAAAAACy4/oD_CzB8BzE4/s1600-h/abrn303l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348912641077055954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SjsntRH-kdI/AAAAAAAACy4/oD_CzB8BzE4/s320/abrn303l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh... never thought; that my first attempt of doing something new without asking any guidance from an experienced person would turn out to be a disaster..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All these days it was with the guidance of my mom,sis,inlaw, that i used to try out recipes.. Hm mm.. yesterday I decided to go ahead with a recipe from a print out sent by my friend. Never thought that it will be such a disaster :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prepared chapatis and then thought of trying out something new, so started preparing tomato chutney (yeah it is new to me ). Followed the instructions carefully and accurately but I think I missed out something. Somehow when i was half way through i had a feeling that the result will be bad, but still had hopes till the end. At the end.. tasted it and huh.. its not even edible yaar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thought of adjusting but still the taste was so bad and weird.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the final destination of that chutney was dustbin and not our stomachs... :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm raghus expression on tasting the chutney was also the same as it is in the image uploaded here.. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thought of doing RCA(root cause analysis) as to why my attempt failed(influence of my QA Husband) but was very disappointed after tasting it.So left it then and there itself..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sigh.. my first disastrous attempt.. But I am an optimist and I will have some more attempts but with some guidance though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Image courtesy:www.cartoonstock.com. Felt the cartoon is very apt for the situation so using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-787388576297054669?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/787388576297054669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=787388576297054669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/787388576297054669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/787388576297054669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-disastrous-attempt.html' title='First Disastrous attempt'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SjsntRH-kdI/AAAAAAAACy4/oD_CzB8BzE4/s72-c/abrn303l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-3445062620466544601</id><published>2009-04-15T13:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:17:50.161+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Right Out of Womans Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adding on to the previous post of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Got this forward,no idea whom to give credit still its worth reading ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman in your life.... very well expressed….&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you may marry a working woman. Is there one who doesn't want a working one? But you should marry with these facts as well.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;&lt;br /&gt;Who is earning almost as much as you do;&lt;br /&gt;One, who has dreams and aspirations just as you have because she is as human as you are;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your Sister haven't, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One, who has lived and loved her parents &amp;amp; brothers &amp;amp; sisters, almost as much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more, and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother, a wife, even if she doesn't want to; and is learning just like you are as to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won't like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;&lt;br /&gt;Working woman.........super woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won't, simply because you won't like it, even though you say otherwise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some and trust her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One, who just wants one thing from you (as you are the only one she knows in your entire house) your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly - your understanding or love if you may call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But not many guys understand this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best told stories in the mail, every letter in this is felt and expressed directly from heart....&lt;br /&gt;Right out of a women's heart!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-3445062620466544601?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/3445062620466544601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=3445062620466544601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3445062620466544601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3445062620466544601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/04/right-out-of-womans-heart.html' title='Right Out of Womans Heart'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-8378331965203671503</id><published>2009-04-15T12:09:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-15T13:13:20.644+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Working Women and their 'Husbands'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SeWPuklEzzI/AAAAAAAACsQ/elZSs_XSjKM/s1600-h/Working_ssv_20080625152629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324820164691414834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SeWPuklEzzI/AAAAAAAACsQ/elZSs_XSjKM/s320/Working_ssv_20080625152629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It was a pleasant surprise to meet one of my college senior, while I was busy shopping. After usual hi, hello; I informed her about my marriage and invited her.&lt;br /&gt;And then came the topic in our conversation which is also the reason of the existence of this post.&lt;br /&gt;As we chatted,came some advices from her, she being a experienced married working woman.I quietly accepted it as they were the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me divide the post of mine into 3 varied experiences of 3 married women, to bring in the clarity.Of course there will be a conclusion from me and rest is left for you guys to comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience 1(My Senior): As we chatted, I came to know that, she has left the job and is now at home. She is now,pursuing music with more vigour. Good she is trying to do something she loved from deep of her heart.Then she said "Ranjitha:Now is the real test for you, which tests your patience of balancing personal life and career.As you move on you will understand that personal life is more important than career and you will have to make real tough decisions to have a happier life (?)"&lt;br /&gt;I just retorted, my fiance seems to be supportive. Then she quickly replied "They are good at initial days but as days progress you will get more comments from them, about the cleanliness of home, cooking and the list never ends........" The chat was interrupted when her husband called her and we parted our ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience 2(My Hostel mate): During dinner, was discussing about this with one of my hostel mate, when she narrated me a story of her friend, who is a doctor by profession and even her husband is a doctor. they live in a joint family with her in laws. Her in law does not want to cook or do any household chores, as she wants her daughter in law to do it. She feels that her in law never did anything so why should she help her daughter in law. The poor girl after balancing household and the doctor profession, once shared with her husband that "It is becoming difficult for her". pop came the answer from the great husband "dear, I never told you to work outside, if it is difficult why do not you leave the job!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience 3(My friend): After listening to the above stories,one person who flashed in my mind was one of my colleague and a good friend.When I listen to her marriage experiences, my admiration for her husband two-folds. Its like he helps her in every household chore of hers.He cooks breakfast if she cooks the dinner,or viceversa. He gets up early and arranges for the maid, if she is sleeping in the morning,he helps her in washing, he helps her in arranging household, he goes with her for shopping.Wow..Its so wonderful to get such understanding husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. why is that for girls,the best place is home and not the outside world. Its always the girls who sacrifice for the family. Its the girls who should stop dreaming about a successful career, even if she wants to achieve, she will have to don the role of 'Super-Woman'.Why do guys forget that gals are equally helping the family financially and even they would have had dreams of growing in a career when they were young. I don't say that all guys are like that, but the maximum percentage of them fall into the category of wanting their wives to be at home. :-( . Some are lucky to have a understanding guy others are not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Girls never want their husband to help in every chore, but a word of understanding will help them sail through the hardships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We still can do it but we need just your understanding and a word of care. Just a caring hand would do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-8378331965203671503?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/8378331965203671503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=8378331965203671503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/8378331965203671503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/8378331965203671503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/04/working-women-and-their-husbands.html' title='Working Women and their &apos;Husbands&apos;'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SeWPuklEzzI/AAAAAAAACsQ/elZSs_XSjKM/s72-c/Working_ssv_20080625152629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-7940277515840886953</id><published>2009-04-08T10:56:00.011+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:36:09.464+05:30</updated><title type='text'>GenDa Phool..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/Sdw9wOuz1kI/AAAAAAAACsI/LcB26wFwYII/s1600-h/african-marigold.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322196758442530370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/Sdw9wOuz1kI/AAAAAAAACsI/LcB26wFwYII/s320/african-marigold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The song 'GenDa Phool' from the movie Delhi-6 has some charm in it. Ever since I have heard it, i have been humming it atleast once a day. But never did I have the anxiety to know the meaning of the lyrics, until today when my friend asked me what does 'Genda phool' mean?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah.. thanks to my hindi knowledge, which prompted me to tell the meaning as CauliFlower. God knows where I got this idea from..:-) lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But somewhere I knew that I was wrong, came back and went to our own knowledge base 'Google' for the answer. Wow..there are 4960 results for Genda Phool.. Hmm .. amazing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Came across a link which gave me the meaning of the whole song, here is the brief from the link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mail-archive.com/arrahmanfans@yahoogroups.com/msg56666.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.mail-archive.com/arrahmanfans@yahoogroups.com/msg56666.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoye hoye hoye, Hoye hoye hoye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saiyaan ched dewe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;my husband keeps on teasing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nanad chutki leve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;the younger sister of my husband keeps on taunting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sasural genda phool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;sasural = in law's house, genda: name of a flower, marigold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saas gaari deve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;the mother of my husband keeps on abusing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dewar samjha deve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;the younger brother of my husband keeps on explaining to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sasural genda phool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Choda babul ka angana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;I had left the house of my father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bhaave deraa piya ka, ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;I am liking the house of my husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saiyaan hain vypaari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;my husband is a businessman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chale hain pardes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &gt;he is going to foreign place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sooratiyaan niharun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; &gt;I am looking at his face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;jiyara bhaari hove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;my heart is becoming heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bushirt pahine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;having attired in a shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;khaai ke bida paan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;having chewn a betel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poore Raipur se alag hai, Saiyaan ji ki shaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;&gt;the glory of my husband is apart from that of anyone else in entire Raipur city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The essence lies surely in 'genda phool' .... gendha aka marigold is a special type of a flower. Its an Inflorescence. Inflorescence, as in every leaf of 'gendha phool' is a complete flower in itself. While every leaf/petal of the 'gendha' is a flower in itself, a gendha is complete, beautiful and can live only when all petals are together. sasural gendha phool - the sasural has so many characters : saas, devar, nanad, et cetera, ... some not so nice to the bahu (saas gaari/gaali dewe) ... some nice to her (dewarji samjha lewein), yet the newly wed bahu knows that her sasural is beautiful (and will be a happy place) because of each and every character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;courtesy: Mayank,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090221081327AANoGAB"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20090221081327AANoGAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-7940277515840886953?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/7940277515840886953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=7940277515840886953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/7940277515840886953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/7940277515840886953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/04/genda-phool.html' title='GenDa Phool..'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/Sdw9wOuz1kI/AAAAAAAACsI/LcB26wFwYII/s72-c/african-marigold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-5951396965777297730</id><published>2009-03-26T10:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-26T10:21:56.238+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Surprise..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/ScsJuQ_Le8I/AAAAAAAACrk/wXyiZuY7RE0/s1600-h/pleasant-surprises-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317354475479595970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/ScsJuQ_Le8I/AAAAAAAACrk/wXyiZuY7RE0/s320/pleasant-surprises-copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life becomes more beautiful when you get something which you never expected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These small joys actually makes up for your long day of disappointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Raghu called me up and informed me that he will come to my hostel at around 9.00 P.M and insisted on going for a long walk near our hostel. I was actually not in a mood to meet him, which was due to the time consuming activity in the office. I was tired so wanted to have a good sleep. But still bowed down for his insistence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As we started walking, he took out a chocolate and gave it to me. I was surprised. As I finished that choc(ofcourse i shared it with him); he gave me another one which was followed by another eclair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a pleasant surprise for me.His gestures made me happy.I felt special on that lonely road. The road was not lonely but still I felt it lonely as I was feeling special. :-) huh.. feelings outburst..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pleasant surprises are good medicine for leading a pleasant life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-5951396965777297730?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/5951396965777297730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=5951396965777297730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/5951396965777297730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/5951396965777297730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/03/surprise.html' title='Surprise..'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/ScsJuQ_Le8I/AAAAAAAACrk/wXyiZuY7RE0/s72-c/pleasant-surprises-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-3693905053604590430</id><published>2009-03-25T11:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:49:27.912+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Questions unanswered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/ScnMe6EkUdI/AAAAAAAACrc/TZJt4emC9cY/s1600-h/Holding_Hand_126595_08_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317005666444136914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/ScnMe6EkUdI/AAAAAAAACrc/TZJt4emC9cY/s320/Holding_Hand_126595_08_250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some questions bug me a lot and one among them is "S&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;hould we really pray God for our well being?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Does the Almighty; being called as the Father of the universe, wants his children to pray and plead him? Does he want his kids to praise and impress him? My personal feeling is;No person wants his/her children to plead them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, when we are asking for something from someone, I agree that we are at the receiving end so we should take the first initiative of asking.But this question never arises when it is between somebody who share a father-child relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So many times I have heard that nothing happens without HIS wish. Then why do we have to struggle around, plead him to change the destiny? If the destiny is already written, then things cannot change. The good part is we are given choices and its the choice we make that makes the destiny.The irony is that he wants us to be brave, to face something which is already written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really do not know since when i stopped praying, when i feel alone, i speak to him or i write the diary and vent out my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since a week or so, i am practising the 'I choose to be Happy' principle. And whenever i am with the choice of being sad or happy, i try to choose happiness. But since the day I have started doing it, I see that the choice of happiness has the least probability. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-3693905053604590430?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/3693905053604590430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=3693905053604590430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3693905053604590430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3693905053604590430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/03/questions-unanswered.html' title='Questions unanswered'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/ScnMe6EkUdI/AAAAAAAACrc/TZJt4emC9cY/s72-c/Holding_Hand_126595_08_250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-1777747800440404646</id><published>2009-03-24T10:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:00:55.902+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Be Myself-Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Started reading Amitabh's blog from last week, can say have become a regular,addicted visitor to the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I opened his blog in the morning,saw an interesting post which speaks about relationships and the dilemmas in handling them. It actually spoke one angle of my perspective which i shared in the last post 'To Be Myself'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share some of the lines of his post over here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I take some comfort in the fact that my father too found writing foreword’s a cumbersome process. He mentions that in many of his musings that I have been going through. Honesty in expressing what he truly felt was his hallmark. Not many appreciated that, simply because those he wrote for, expected praise. If the subject was worthy of it he would gladly mention it. If not he would honestly deride it. Not many had the courage to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life at times we face similar dilemmas. Who to say what to and when. And when we do would it be received in the spirit of frank honesty or apprehension of misunderstanding. Vital opinions essential for the moment have the misfortune of getting covered in a blanket of silence and muted for fear of disturbing the object of comment. Sometimes with disastrous consequences. So generally the easier path is taken. Better to be quiet and not lose a relationship than otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships, though have their own graph. Many in them expect that you speak up. It demonstrates strength and belief and confidence of understanding. If.. both parties remain on the same plain. Many a times it is this very plain that becomes the cause of the disturbance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicate !! Difficult !! Sensitive !! Undecided !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most would rather not ruffle the feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes exercise discretion. I find myself taking it upon myself rather than passing it on. And a simple philosophy to justify that. Better one troubled being than two !! Better me than he."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Better me than he" - wonderful lines to end the other perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-1777747800440404646?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/1777747800440404646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=1777747800440404646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1777747800440404646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1777747800440404646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-be-myself-continued.html' title='To Be Myself-Continued'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-3600671154139708993</id><published>2009-03-17T10:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:05:56.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Children...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday after the long search for a house, finally got one as per our budget. Myself and my fiancee went to meet the owner after finishing our office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; about the advance and the rent initially, yet another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;. We walked out saying it is not affordable. As we were discussing outside the house; with the broker, the lady (owners wife) called me in. I was little surprised about her move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I went in, the owner said, "Please quote your rent, My wife is forcing me to give the house to you". i was little surprised by her behaviour.Later he explained that his children have left them and it seems i look like her grand daughter. Ah..touchy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Felt bad to those millions of parents who sacrifice their lives for their children and yet face the loneliness at their last stages. Really I do not understand what makes the children do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you are doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; same think over!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-3600671154139708993?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/3600671154139708993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=3600671154139708993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3600671154139708993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3600671154139708993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/03/children.html' title='Children...'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-5167657172342589531</id><published>2009-03-13T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-13T17:43:03.335+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To Be Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SbpLYCxMPKI/AAAAAAAACq4/NzOekjhK4_I/s1600-h/i+am+myself.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312641586869058722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SbpLYCxMPKI/AAAAAAAACq4/NzOekjhK4_I/s320/i+am+myself.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; M&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;any a times we try to be somebody else before others. We always move around with 2 faces. Finally the one who is going to suffer is us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The pre- marital days are the ones where the boy and the girl try to get to know each other . Since I am undergoing the same phase I have tried my best not to impress him but to let him know what I am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have seen some people posing to be different person before his/her fiance. This is not to impress them but not to hurt them.The sole reason being "They Love Them" and so they are ready to accept things against their wish.I admire their feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But after some years I have seen them suffer because they had compromised in the shortcomings of their partner. They made their partner happy but in turn they had hurted their conscience. For some this might not be the case as they are happy to be like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I always believe that, if your partner truly loves you, he would never want you to compromise or get hurt.It really hurts me when I cheat myself so i have tried hard to be myself before him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Of course I do understand that for a relationship to grow adjustments and compromises are needed. But when this tends to be one sided, it leads to erupt after sometime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have tried to be myself before him. Not sure if he is dissappointed with this behaviour but I think I am rite, atleast I dont want to act before him and neither does he wants me to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo Courtesy: Google :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-5167657172342589531?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/5167657172342589531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=5167657172342589531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/5167657172342589531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/5167657172342589531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-be-myself.html' title='To Be Myself'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SbpLYCxMPKI/AAAAAAAACq4/NzOekjhK4_I/s72-c/i+am+myself.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-5939979070711992893</id><published>2009-02-19T17:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:11:09.400+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Pretention</title><content type='html'>So many times I have wondered why people pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many times when we get impressed by someone we try to imitate them.We try toshow we are ideal.I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; say that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; take the positives from some person but just that don't pretend . Sometimes we pretend just to impress people. I remember one of the articles of Ravi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Belegere&lt;/span&gt; where he says that the day you pretend to be someone, you will be 'SOMEONE' forever and you will never be 'YOURSELF'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered those days when i came across the message and have penned down here.Yet I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; say people who try to be the best are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pretentious&lt;/span&gt;. As they say "The Downside of being better than everyone else is That People Tend to Assume you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Pretentious&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a thin line of demarcation. It is left to us to decide whether a person is pretensious or he is what he is. Before you tell she pretends, make sure you really &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; he/she is pretending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-5939979070711992893?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/5939979070711992893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=5939979070711992893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/5939979070711992893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/5939979070711992893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretention.html' title='Pretention'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-7966449656999541785</id><published>2009-02-19T17:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:52:10.915+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Stranger to Soulmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SZ1OzQH0K5I/AAAAAAAACp8/6_ttj2Yy8o8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304482578520353682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SZ1OzQH0K5I/AAAAAAAACp8/6_ttj2Yy8o8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Life is full of mysteries.. as i getup everyday i see a mystery that gets unfolded.And I just look up and say 'I can't believe'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Of all the mysteries seen, one which really dropped my jaw was the mystery of "Stranger to Soulmate". Ofcourse this applies mostly to the arranged marriages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Its just a week that I got engaged and I have seen this person just twice and may have spoken to him totally for 1 hr(Total Hrs!!!) and now I am going to share the whole life with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Its just hard to believe but yet true. In one of our conversations my fiance said that;He had seen me some 7 years back in some function and he had liked me and now we are going to get married. Strange yet true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am scared about how i would go through the journey of accepting a stranger as my soulmate. The Changes we have to undergo, the compromises, the sacrifices ...Same is the case with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Life is strange indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-7966449656999541785?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/7966449656999541785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=7966449656999541785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/7966449656999541785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/7966449656999541785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/02/stranger-to-soulmate.html' title='Stranger to Soulmate'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SZ1OzQH0K5I/AAAAAAAACp8/6_ttj2Yy8o8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-3989064473296331271</id><published>2009-01-20T18:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-20T18:32:57.679+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"All that happens is for Good"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SXXLUiOkcUI/AAAAAAAACb0/0bF96bpnpXI/s1600-h/1825~Good-Times-Bad-Times-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293360490689622338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SXXLUiOkcUI/AAAAAAAACb0/0bF96bpnpXI/s320/1825~Good-Times-Bad-Times-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Let me assure you that through this blog, I am not going to unleash the path to the so called "Happiness" by uttering the above line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Alas..the optimistic herd around me have told these lines innumerable times and now I hate this line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When it hurts,we cry and ask "Why me?" and then gradually when the situation becomes habit, we tend to console and tell our self "All that happens is for Good!!", and we try to get the learning out of that stupid- bad incident.(Even if there are none, we invent or discover some learning). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I admire the human nature, which cries yesterday saying "Why Me God??" and then smiles today saying "Thank God it happened to me!!!!" . Its just a way of escape, where we run away by just accepting. Because we are left with no way but to accept and move ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I hate the line "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that happens is for Good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!!", this cannot be true.May be they use this just to get some strength to move on and march ahead by gaining some optimism.Move ahead in life, be Optimistic but please don't utter the above line.You need not accept that the bad was good just to move on. You can still go ahead saying "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What happened was bad, Hope It does not repeat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Somehow I can't bear people who say this often. So when people start saying the above line, i just stop them before getting irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-3989064473296331271?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/3989064473296331271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=3989064473296331271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3989064473296331271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3989064473296331271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-that-happens-is-for-good.html' title='&quot;All that happens is for Good&quot;'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SXXLUiOkcUI/AAAAAAAACb0/0bF96bpnpXI/s72-c/1825~Good-Times-Bad-Times-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-9009313992351897900</id><published>2009-01-09T18:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:49:00.345+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SWdM-RcaFRI/AAAAAAAACKo/MPllaB-6Us4/s1600-h/I-Am-Special..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289280920088089874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SWdM-RcaFRI/AAAAAAAACKo/MPllaB-6Us4/s320/I-Am-Special..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... quite a philosophical post. But could not stop myself from writing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Have started introspecting myself more and more these days. The quiet 15 minutes i spend in my hostel after the dinner help me do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Off late I have tried to conclude the reason for my uneasiness. Often I compared myself with others, i have really been harsh to the body of mine whenever i lost something. Whether it was because of my fault or other's, the loss of depression was incurred by my body and mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I felt depressed when someone else got an offer, although i deserved the offer more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I felt demotivated when I looked at the handicaps i had, after looking at others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Even when I shined with an achievment, I was unhappy; the reason being, I compared myself to someone above me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I compared when I was happy, I compared when I was sad. And the end result is I never enjoyed the small gifts of life. I never was happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now I know, I am special and so I cannot compare myself to others. If I compare then I am disrespecting myself. Which I will not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I try to tell myself these words whenever I face something annoying. yet I go back to my old habits sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Old habits die hard............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-9009313992351897900?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/9009313992351897900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=9009313992351897900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/9009313992351897900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/9009313992351897900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-special.html' title='I am Special'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SWdM-RcaFRI/AAAAAAAACKo/MPllaB-6Us4/s72-c/I-Am-Special..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-3638704695751800135</id><published>2008-12-04T10:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-04T10:50:41.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are We Ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/STdoMOo8d2I/AAAAAAAACKg/ltoLd-KBP3k/s1600-h/prep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275800047785375586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/STdoMOo8d2I/AAAAAAAACKg/ltoLd-KBP3k/s320/prep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recent times have enraged the people. People are screaming on top of their voices for justice. All over we are seeing the rallies and huge protests against the present rule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The topic that everyone is discussing, ultimately boils down to Mumbai blasts. Their faces light up with anguish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I am feeling the same,Even i vote for war against those inhuman rascals.We speak, we scream but are we ready to act. If tomorrow there comes the need to join military, Are We Ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are we prepared for the future?Are we Ready to sacrifice our lives? Are you ready to face anything and everything.. Are We??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-3638704695751800135?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/3638704695751800135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=3638704695751800135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3638704695751800135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3638704695751800135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/12/are-we-ready.html' title='Are We Ready'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/STdoMOo8d2I/AAAAAAAACKg/ltoLd-KBP3k/s72-c/prep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-1594892904318806713</id><published>2008-12-02T10:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:06:50.494+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its easy to say 'I am Short Tempered"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/STS7Vu8XBkI/AAAAAAAACKY/-BXBzu7PheM/s1600-h/shorttemper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275047045610538562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/STS7Vu8XBkI/AAAAAAAACKY/-BXBzu7PheM/s320/shorttemper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Many a times I have heard my friends saying "I am short tempered yaar... what to do that is my only problem". I have seen them repeat this again and again after every incident where they would have screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What I really don't understand is, they spend so much time in regretting after the incident, why can't they try to avoid that. They do nothing about it but just walk out safe saying "I am short tempered".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The short temper of theirs do not affect them but affect the person who is at the receiving end in the incident. So before you say "You are short tempered", look within yourself if you have done something to curb it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-1594892904318806713?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/1594892904318806713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=1594892904318806713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1594892904318806713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1594892904318806713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-easy-to-say-i-am-short-tempered.html' title='Its easy to say &apos;I am Short Tempered&quot;'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/STS7Vu8XBkI/AAAAAAAACKY/-BXBzu7PheM/s72-c/shorttemper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-4852626034043549231</id><published>2008-12-01T09:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:11:35.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Niece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/STNqk8RyDLI/AAAAAAAACKQ/8a2Mz8_q6WY/s1600-h/07102007252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274676771469528242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/STNqk8RyDLI/AAAAAAAACKQ/8a2Mz8_q6WY/s320/07102007252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Last time my visit to my hometown, was a family reunion. Time seems to fly when you are with your family. And time flies even faster when I am with my niece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Actually speaking, I either fight or quarrel with her. Each time I take something from her, I just love to see the expression on her face and the energy with which she bounces on me to get that back. I just love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Last time we were fighting on the bed, and after every fight, she would fall down. But you should see the enthusiasm in her face, she would fall, but she would leap back and again start a fight with me. I would say enough but she would not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Each time she fell, she got up to bounce back. At last I gave up and fell because if i would not have done that she would have fought with me the whole night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And the moment I fell, she starting jumping with joy screaming "Nannu gedde..". After a moment she was nicely sleeping with her mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I could feel that she was tired yet she did not give up. Each time I saw the expression to fight back in her face, i remembered myself .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don't know but I have started accepting life the way it is. I have started giving up easily.When I saw the serene face of my niece after the win, I was ashamed of myself of loosing the best quality of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-4852626034043549231?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/4852626034043549231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=4852626034043549231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/4852626034043549231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/4852626034043549231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-niece.html' title='My Niece'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/STNqk8RyDLI/AAAAAAAACKQ/8a2Mz8_q6WY/s72-c/07102007252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-1159412372582849231</id><published>2008-11-20T16:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:02:53.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am still growing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSVKtxr7KGI/AAAAAAAACI0/UUvgIHbOLhE/s1600-h/CACHYRC5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270701089199171682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSVKtxr7KGI/AAAAAAAACI0/UUvgIHbOLhE/s320/CACHYRC5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sir Edmund Hillary was the first man to climb Mount Everest.On May 29, 1953 he scaled the highest mountain then known to man-29,000 feet straight up. He was knighted for his efforts. He even made American Express card commercials because of it! However, until we read his book, High Adventure, we don't understand that Hillary had to grow into this success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You see, in 1952 he attempted to climb Mount Everest, but failed. A few weeks later a group in England asked him to address its members.Hillary walked on stage to a thunderous applause. The audience was recognizing an attempt at greatness, but Edmund Hillary saw himself as a failure. He moved away from the microphone and walked to the edge of the platform. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He made a fist and pointed at a picture of the mountain.He said in a loud voice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mount Everest, you beat me the first time,but I'll beat you the next time because you've grown all you are going to grow... but I'm still growing!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; This is the attitude that has made most of the world renowned achievers to reach their goal in life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The attitude of “ learning &amp;amp; growing” every moment in life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got the above write up as a forward from my friend.. Yes the day the defeat defeats us , we would stop growing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-1159412372582849231?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/1159412372582849231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=1159412372582849231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1159412372582849231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1159412372582849231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-still-growing.html' title='I am still growing.....'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSVKtxr7KGI/AAAAAAAACI0/UUvgIHbOLhE/s72-c/CACHYRC5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-469065159017851833</id><published>2008-11-18T10:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:06:03.101+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Loyalty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSJJvDVW6QI/AAAAAAAACIs/82-yqG4tDks/s1600-h/loyal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269855586674469122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSJJvDVW6QI/AAAAAAAACIs/82-yqG4tDks/s320/loyal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Why does it happen to me?", wondered ari, a software engineer by profession. She was devastated because nothing was happening in her life that could kindle a ray of hope. She has been waiting since long to reap the fruits but nothing happened yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"Ari, is a person who can be trusted with any kind of work. Whatever may be the situation but she will come out in colours", were the words of the managers under whom she worked. She was hard working at the sametime was too loyal to her work. But this never reflected in her career growth. She was fed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She decided one day that she will not work anymore till she gets what she wants. She spent 2 days with no productivity. "Why am I doing this?" was the only question she had in her mind. She could not sleep peacefully, but she decided whatever it is she will not work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Next day she comes to the office, with a call from her manager immediately. "Ari we are in trouble, can you please look into it." The instant answer was 'Yes!!" . She starts the work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is the problem with her. She is too loyal to her work. Too loyal.....Nobody can stop her from doing the work,not even the humiliation, not even the depression..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-469065159017851833?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/469065159017851833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=469065159017851833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/469065159017851833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/469065159017851833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/11/loyalty.html' title='Loyalty...'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSJJvDVW6QI/AAAAAAAACIs/82-yqG4tDks/s72-c/loyal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-3865072559348239330</id><published>2008-11-17T10:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:43:27.482+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friend and a Covalent Bond</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSD-c2JFkqI/AAAAAAAACIc/2uDHCHJdK44/s1600-h/friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269491335546901154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSD-c2JFkqI/AAAAAAAACIc/2uDHCHJdK44/s320/friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;W&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hen you desperately need a shoulder, if you have a person to lean on then that makes the person special and he/she is called a 'Friend'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Friends are those whom we choose and some are made for us.I have tried to discover a friend in so many people but it always ended as a one way affair. At last I have got some whom I can proudly say 'These are my friends'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;A friend to me should be like a covalent bond. For non chemistry guys let me give some intro on bonds:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hyperphysics.phy-astr.gsu.edu/Hbase/Chemical/bond.html#c2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Covalent bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;: Bond in which one or more pairs of electrons are shared by two atoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hyperphysics.phy-astr.gsu.edu/Hbase/Chemical/bond.html#c4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ionic bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;: Bond in which one or more electrons from one atom are removed and attached to another atom, resulting in positive and negative ions which attract each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As we see above I feel friendship is all about sharing. So many times I have ended up having people who never led me an ear when i wanted to share something. For me they can never be friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;For me a friend is who listens to what you tell, who is there for you even if you are far,who understands you even if you do not utter a word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Most of all he/she is a person who has the same frequency as yours. I have got few who actually match these criteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Thanks to infy which gave me something which I can cherish all through out my life. So for those who say that you are friends of someone, just ask a question to yourself if you were there for a person when they needed you, or atleast you listened to them when they wanted to share something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its very easy to say I am his/her friend but very hard to put it in action. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-3865072559348239330?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/3865072559348239330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=3865072559348239330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3865072559348239330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3865072559348239330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/11/friend-and-covalent-bond.html' title='Friend and a Covalent Bond'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSD-c2JFkqI/AAAAAAAACIc/2uDHCHJdK44/s72-c/friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-4257363362124378435</id><published>2008-11-14T18:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:12:07.147+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some books that make you question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSVMYxiQhXI/AAAAAAAACI8/5-JtnfSmJkI/s1600-h/fountaim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270702927404631410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSVMYxiQhXI/AAAAAAAACI8/5-JtnfSmJkI/s320/fountaim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have had posted this post in another blog of mine But felt it suited here more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The books 'The Fountainhead' and 'Atlas Shrugged' can be told as the masterpieces. The author Ayn Rand simplifies life in her the characters. And believe me you will find yourself one among them. At least, i found myself and realised what I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book made me question myself..'If I am taking my life in the correct path?'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially the characters Howard Roark in the book impressed me a lot. And now the character Dagny Taggart in 'Atlas Shrugged'. These characters have a charisma which mesmerizes everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah the books made me take some decisions that changed the way my life was progressing.As i read them, i always want to finish it but at the same time, i am scared if it gets over soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-4257363362124378435?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/4257363362124378435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=4257363362124378435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/4257363362124378435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/4257363362124378435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-books-that-make-you-question_14.html' title='Some books that make you question'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SSVMYxiQhXI/AAAAAAAACI8/5-JtnfSmJkI/s72-c/fountaim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-8854742825674932238</id><published>2008-11-14T18:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:46:31.391+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Keep the Child in You Alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SR16G5iq8oI/AAAAAAAACH0/HuWzhVdsifw/s1600-h/girl+baby+work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268501398037394050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SR16G5iq8oI/AAAAAAAACH0/HuWzhVdsifw/s320/girl+baby+work.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SR1u0HCJcqI/AAAAAAAACHs/6TGJhiyh74A/s1600-h/girl+baby+work.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today is Nov 14,better known as Children's day. My inbox had quite a number of mails with the subject 'Happy Children's day'. One of the mails read 'Keep the child in you alive'.&lt;br /&gt;As i look back i don't know if the child in me is still alive or if I have buried it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;We are so careful in our career that we no longer wish to do what we like.&lt;br /&gt;We look everything in a mature perspective. It is so mature that we try to seek the profit in whatever we do.&lt;br /&gt;We no longer get ourselves indulged in something which is our hobby, simple reason is we do not have time.&lt;br /&gt;We no longer feel happy when someone else wins in the competition.&lt;br /&gt;We no longer like to attend a cousin's marriage just because it is far and I would have to take a&lt;br /&gt;leave, which could be used for a trip with friends otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I sometimes want to dance in the rain but I don't thinking what would be people's reaction.&lt;br /&gt;I like to do what I want but never bring that to action.&lt;br /&gt;I know that somewhere there is a child in me , the child is just hidden behind the adult. The day this adult says she is fed up, the child would come out.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I agree that just being the child in this world cannot help you. But keeping the child alive in you will make a difference. Try waking up the child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-8854742825674932238?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/8854742825674932238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=8854742825674932238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/8854742825674932238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/8854742825674932238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/11/sdfsdf.html' title='Keep the Child in You Alive'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SR16G5iq8oI/AAAAAAAACH0/HuWzhVdsifw/s72-c/girl+baby+work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-4674864479976954240</id><published>2008-10-28T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-28T16:27:37.167+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain Go Away.................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The lines of the rhyme, we usually sang in our childhood flashed into my mind on friday. All of a sudden my mind began to sing 'Rain Rain go away, come again another day, ...'I need to reach bus stand...'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yeah yeah, it was all because of my over confidence that I would make to the bus well in advance made me suffer so much. As usual I left the office at 7(My bus was at 9.15 : ), and i think the whole world conspired against me that day. there was a huge traffic pile up and i reached my place at 8.00. To add on it was raining like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Took the bag, wore the jacket and ran. Hmm it was not difficult to run in the rain, The culprit were the spectacles, i could not see any thing , it was a horror experience crossing the road.huh..if I had the wiper on my spects. : ( By the time I reached the bus stop, i was completely drenched,to my fate, the bus shelter was also full, i could not even wait under the shelter..Took an auto, did not even screamed at the guy for asking 1.5, because i needed the auto badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The situation was worsened when the auto stopped due to the jam. It was not because I did not have time, but that I was hungry and the guy had stopped near the motel, where ppl were gorging on hot mirchis and hot hot tea. :( I controlled myself and just turned the other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The auto started and it was all smooth.Hmm... i thought now i am safe. But as they say 'picture abhi baaki hai dost', the road near the bus stand was one way an dthe auto guy asked me to get down in the other end, as he could not go further. I had no way other than giving away 50/- and walk all the way.it was still raining heavily. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I reached the bus stand. And realised that the buses are not standing in the usual designated platforms. No space to stand, did not know where 25c platform was and it was 9.05. Whom so ever I asked, there was a nod saying 'They do not know'. I just felt like sinking, sorry i could not even do that, it was occupied to its capacity. And then cam ethe maseeha and suggested me to the way cautioning he was not SURE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I had to take chance and just went in that direction, my bus had started and thanks to the jam, which allowed me to get my place. The seat# was 47 and it was the last seat. Cool... I am completely wet, last seat, hungry to core. what else can I ask for!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The bus started at 9.20 and just after 5 minutes, I see that my prayers were answered, The Rain had stopped!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-4674864479976954240?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/4674864479976954240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=4674864479976954240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/4674864479976954240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/4674864479976954240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/10/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain Rain Go Away.................'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-8843447738723278817</id><published>2008-10-20T10:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:54:49.912+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A suggestion to the Almighty!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes a long walk on a less noisy path while it is drizzling can make you do strange things. And one such walk made me suggest the almighty to change his design, which will make the object's(WE) life happy, until they are garbage collected. I am sorry for speaking in language of java.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don't know since how long, but I always had a questing lingering in my mind. 'Why Me ?' or 'Why him/her?'. And never did I get any answers for that, the only answer was 'Its all because of the sins he has carry forwarded from his previous Janma'. I really do not understand this answer. Why should a person be punished for something which he did long long back and that too; not in this lifetime of his.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Whey can't the almighty make the person suffer for his sins in the same janma. Let the person realise that if he is bad, he is sure to get the bad results. At least this will avoid some crime in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So 'Oh God these are my suggestions:'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;- Firstly let me prove that your design is not good. As per your design you carry forward a man's sins to his next life. The repercussions are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The man would never realise that because of the sins in his last life, he is having a disastrous life now. Even if he realises very little is what he can do to undo his sins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And in spite of being good now, if he is having bad life. You are demotivating your objects of being good. And moreover we are all men and its difficult to be saints. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why do you think we should be devoid of the success we deserve just because I did something long long back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;An I think majority is with me. Lets face for what we do here itself and let us not carry forward the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;At least with the fear of having bad life mite make us do good. Let me tell you one thing, nobody is scared of having bad life in the next janma, but at least there will be some fear if the results are within his/her life span.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hmm that's it from my side. You might be having deferring points as well. Please let me know the same through one of your objects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-8843447738723278817?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/8843447738723278817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=8843447738723278817&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/8843447738723278817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/8843447738723278817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/10/sugggestion-to-almighty.html' title='A suggestion to the Almighty!!!'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-3204484270036133720</id><published>2008-10-16T13:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:33:03.575+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bill Gates' 11 Rules of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wonderful speech of a genius, Mr Bill Gates to high school students. He talks about the 11 rules that will not be taught in school.The excerpt is as below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rule 1: Life is not fair -- get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rule 2: The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rule 3: You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rule 4: If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rule 5: Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;burger flipping -- they called it opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rule 7: Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you are. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rule 8: Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. In some schools they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as MANY TIMES as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to ANYTHING in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rule 9: Life is not divided into semesters. You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you FIND YOURSELF. Do that on your own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Rule 11: Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I just love this and a copy of this hangs in my cube as well.Thanks to my friend who took the pain of forwarding the mail to me. Wanted to share this with you guys. enjoy some more reading stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-3204484270036133720?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/3204484270036133720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=3204484270036133720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3204484270036133720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3204484270036133720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/10/bill-gates-11-rules-of-life.html' title='Bill Gates&apos; 11 Rules of Life'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-194290439437387672</id><published>2008-10-16T12:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:04:54.697+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What I Wish I Knew When I Was 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quite an interesting title for a blog, isn't it? The credit should go to my mentor who forwarded me a mail to go through the video with the title 'What I Wish I Knew When I Was 20' in the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is an interesting lecture by Tina Seelig in the Stanford Technology Ventures Program. The title it self is so catchy that it almost instantly asked me to play the video. Thanks to him for forwarding, it was a very good learning and at the same time made me think, if i lost something in my life just because I did not know some points, when I was 20. Yes I did loose my good 5 years, not entirely though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;These five years have changed me to a person who is mature but I think I could have made more out of it IF..... I know, these ifs and buts don't make sense now. Its not too late either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The striking point in the lecture was 'Importance of networking'. I think I was almost illiterate in this sense. I was person who was of the thought that, life is all about myself and most importantly the fact that I liked isolation ;almost made me a person to be a very very very small LAN, can say almost no connections(other than family ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I realise the importance now and feel that the world is essentially small and you never know when u need some one. Its not in the career perspective but even for the development of one self you need people, I remember the line form my school text book 'Man is a social Animal'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Yeah, I know that it will take some time for me to see the world in this new perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The point in lecture which brought the smile on my lips was the one with the title 'Be Fabulous'. Wow the title tells it all and most importantly never miss an opportunity to be fabulous. So true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;'Career Advice: Don't Wait to be Anointed' was something which one needs to have in his/her attitude. And I think If we develop this attitude there will not be any cribs, disappointments or demotivations in this software world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The only point I don't agree to her is 'The harder you work the luckier you get". Somehow I am not in terms with this line. I do believe in miracles, so you never know when I would say the above point is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Do try to spend some time watching, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecorner.stanford.edu/authorMaterialInfo.html?mid=1466"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;http://ecorner.stanford.edu/authorMaterialInfo.html?mid=1466&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Happy reading!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-194290439437387672?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/194290439437387672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=194290439437387672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/194290439437387672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/194290439437387672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-i-wish-i-knew-when-i-was-20.html' title='What I Wish I Knew When I Was 20'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-5954537495887220613</id><published>2008-09-22T17:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:39:18.127+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I miss the Solitude</title><content type='html'>I really miss the solitude i used to get in my previous job. The solitude which gave me time to know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some great places which had become part of my life. They gave me the time to reunite with myself. When I say, i was alone. It was not because the others threw me to it, but something which i wanted. I made sure that everyday of mine will have few minutes of solitude in any of these places- Near the pool, Near the fish pond or outside building 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was there, it was just me and me. There was no one to ask me why i sat there or no one to disturb me. It was a feeling of being alone in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a crowd&lt;/span&gt; with a difference that is with no noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in this new place I miss these places. I need to reinvent and get me a place which will bring back me in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they say : "Loneliness is not the same as being alone. Everyone has times when they are alone through circumstances or choice. Being alone can be experienced as positive, pleasurable, and emotionally refreshing if it is under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;individuals&lt;/span&gt; control. Solitude is the state of being alone and secluded from other people, and often implies having made a conscious choice to be alone. Loneliness is therefore unwilling solitude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now craving for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-5954537495887220613?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/5954537495887220613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=5954537495887220613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/5954537495887220613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/5954537495887220613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-solitude.html' title='I miss the Solitude'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-3191265703621016670</id><published>2008-09-18T10:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T12:17:27.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When good becomes bad!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes a questing lingers in my mind, do we have something called Good and Bad in this world. Can we really differentiate every entity in this world into 2 categories ‘Good’ and ‘Bad’. Not possible. Just for the reason that each one of us are unique, something which seems good for me might not be good for the other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I was all ecstatic and was in good spirit through out the day. I could see that one of my acquaintance is jealous and the behaviour of hers towards me was not good. But I don’t know why, I never took that to heart and even thought that ‘She is not in a good mood’. I am less forgiving usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last Monday, my mood was off and everything around me seemed like conspiring against me. A joke of my friend, which I usually enjoy;annoyed me so much that I just back fired. And all sorts of thoughts flooded; all of a sudden I felt that that friendof mine is no good and I believed her blindly all these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deciding good or bad is just our state of mind. We are happy, the world seems happy and we are sad, everything else is bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-3191265703621016670?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/3191265703621016670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=3191265703621016670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3191265703621016670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/3191265703621016670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-good-becomes-bad.html' title='When good becomes bad!!!'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-4848564263533177058</id><published>2008-08-14T18:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:35:53.485+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Freedom or Independence</title><content type='html'>We had a essay competition in our company on Independence day's occasion. I had the least interest to go but went because of sowmya, my friend. Over there the essay requirements were as below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Topic: freedom or independence&lt;br /&gt;Criteria: It shd not be more than 61 words and not less than 50 words..&lt;br /&gt;Time duration : 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops, the 61 words condition was difficult to handle. I thought I will write it like a poem and it was something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of mom's womb!!&lt;br /&gt;Am happy, am Free!&lt;br /&gt;But they aren't!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why,&lt;br /&gt;I am a GIRL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They try to kill , Mom cries,&lt;br /&gt;Protests and runs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dark,&lt;br /&gt;mom walks with me.&lt;br /&gt;They push, we fall.&lt;br /&gt;Comes savior, but killed!!&lt;br /&gt;Police laugh,&lt;br /&gt;The Giants follow !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We run, &lt;br /&gt;For the independence,&lt;br /&gt;The tears fall from sky asking,&lt;br /&gt;'Where is FREEDOM?"&lt;br /&gt;still running.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we have the freedom????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I got the first prize but the question still lingers!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-4848564263533177058?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/4848564263533177058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=4848564263533177058&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/4848564263533177058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/4848564263533177058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/08/freedom-or-independence.html' title='Freedom or Independence'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-2468738114705696709</id><published>2008-08-14T11:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-14T13:45:21.829+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life in INFY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SKPOteRbC1I/AAAAAAAABog/bPBd1cuFpII/s1600-h/biz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234254472550222674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SKPOteRbC1I/AAAAAAAABog/bPBd1cuFpII/s320/biz6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.. Never did I think that the company I dreamt of getting into, would move out of my career so soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah.. I remember the day, I was walking on the pavement, on the way to my college in 3rd semester, I saw a bus with a blue board and '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Infosys&lt;/span&gt;' written on it. I just prayed, let me get into this God. And I think there was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tataastu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from him so I got through the interview. It was my first and the last interview in last 3 years. I did not know what advantages i would get after joining but just that I wanted to get in. I loved the spirit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NRN&lt;/span&gt; and the stories of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sudha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;murthy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I got my offer letter, i left to my home town did not turn my face to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt; till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th 2005&lt;/span&gt;, my first day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Infy&lt;/span&gt;. We came to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mysore&lt;/span&gt; campus and the was just awed by the rooms and the campus. Made some good friends and started off with the software which I was very weak at. Not that I was from E&amp;amp;C background but I hated 'C' and myself and the computer were not great friends as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first day we had our soft skills training and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dos&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Don'ts&lt;/span&gt; in and outside the campus. The speakers were really good. The training program in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Infy&lt;/span&gt; is really commendable.I owe my skills to this training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;strenuous&lt;/span&gt; generic training and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;stream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;trainings&lt;/span&gt;. I think the best chapter of my life would be life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Mysore&lt;/span&gt; campus. &lt;br&gt;Basically I love reading and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Infy&lt;/span&gt; had a huge library and there were no time restrictions. I used to study till 1.00-2.00 P.M in night and come back to the room. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; fun and fun. Nerdy ? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; studying late nights, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;people &lt;/span&gt;who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; opened their books in colleges were quite different over here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Infy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;changed&lt;/em&gt; them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trainings were over and I headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Infy&lt;/span&gt; Bangalore, my first day being of 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Feb-2006. I had dreams backed by my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;achievements&lt;/span&gt;. When I joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Infy&lt;/span&gt; I had my own ideas and i don think blog is right place to share them. I tried every ounce to go near the dream. I was the topper in generic training and was even awarded the 'Best Trainee' award. And so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; very high expectations when i came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/span&gt;. Ironically I could not fulfil many even after my hard work.As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ghalib&lt;/span&gt; says &lt;em&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;bahut&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;nikle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;armaan&lt;/span&gt; mere, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;kambhakt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;bhi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;nikle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;kam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;nikle&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/em&gt; Never mind, Life is a mix of fate and hard work and and I will keep trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially at the start I was frustrated with no work and i did create some big problems. yeah i laugh at myself now when i look back. But that was my urge to learn and grow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got some good projects and my manger did help me out to grow, he gave me certain things to do that made me learn and know new aspects. New challenges came and went, I think i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;gave&lt;/span&gt; my 100% to them. But yes i grew technically but not in any other aspect. That frustrated me. It was not the fault of anyone but still my growth was hindered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;My visa did not go through twice and my dreams of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;on site&lt;/span&gt; gradually moved away from reality and since I had to move on in life. I decided to quit. Here I am writing this blog sitting in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; company. Will write about my last day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Infy&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; next post!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-2468738114705696709?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/2468738114705696709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=2468738114705696709&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/2468738114705696709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/2468738114705696709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-at-infy.html' title='Life in INFY'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SKPOteRbC1I/AAAAAAAABog/bPBd1cuFpII/s72-c/biz6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-2915248820203076897</id><published>2008-07-23T09:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:35:19.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Search Algorithm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SIa0JVfoZWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mFj3lcjU-88/s1600-h/alternative.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226062490091677026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SIa0JVfoZWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mFj3lcjU-88/s320/alternative.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I was reading the online book 'What IF' by Steve.L.Robbins, which is the collection of stories and a learning attached to it. No..As you may think it is not philosophy or teachings book. This is different. Some real time humorous incidents and the author attaches a meaning to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;.. Lets come to the point.The lines which made me to ponder over my thoughts were "Thanks, Dad, for showing us another place to look for our games when they get lost." These are the lines exclaimed by the son of the author to him when the author forces the son to search in the room which was the least probable place to find the lost toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Same is with our life.When we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; find the way to meet our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goals&lt;/span&gt;, we think that all the doors are shut and never think of alternatives and behave as if this is the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just open your eyes and you would find the right thing, the thing that u wanted badly, the goal you wanted to accomplish badly. i think I have done that now, I have found out my alternative route to move on in life. I am quitting the present company and moving on to a new company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Fingers crossed. Hoping for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-2915248820203076897?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/2915248820203076897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=2915248820203076897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/2915248820203076897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/2915248820203076897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-reading-online-book-what-if-by.html' title='Search Algorithm'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SIa0JVfoZWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/mFj3lcjU-88/s72-c/alternative.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-1797401509867821629</id><published>2008-06-25T13:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:35:19.732+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INDIFFERENCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SGH60jwQ-KI/AAAAAAAAANA/1ghdZvsB0Dw/s1600-h/Indifference.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215725624329566370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SGH60jwQ-KI/AAAAAAAAANA/1ghdZvsB0Dw/s320/Indifference.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The transition!!! What I was before 2 weeks and what I am now, the transition has happened and it has happened for good. I never realized that I have changed until yesterday. I got to know that I am being recognized for my work and I would get the appreciation from our client before all my project mates. After the meet, I was surrounded by the ‘Congrats’ of all of my teammates. But I was unmoved, I was not happy. It was as if it was another day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smiling faces with ‘congrats’ on their lips seemed nothing to me all of a sudden. The person who always loved to be recognized was indifferent to people’s praises. I realized I have lost myself. One of my friends teased me of attaining the sainthood. I laughed at her but the question still lingered- why am I like this now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was not that deserving candidate to be recognized and there were many who are still in their cocoons waiting to come out. The way for them, being a recognition. All philosophical thoughts flooded my mind all of a sudden. I just shrugged them off and left the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, I opened the book ‘The Fountainhead’ and started reading. The story had stopped at “The hero Howard Roark being called to the court and he listens to both the extreme praises and extreme shuns”, after every talk he just has a smile and says ‘No Questions’. For a moment I paused and looked at myself and thought, is the feeling of mine going to lead me to the state where Howard is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!I am not comparing myself to the hero of the masterpiece and I do not want to be like Roark, I am fine being myself. I want to be the same human who enjoys the small joys and gets excited for the same. I don’t want to be the saint for whom everything is illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the question remains why did I change? The reason may be that there were certain disappointments in life which demolished all the plans, made me loose myself. May be I want to prepare myself for the worst so I don’t want to get excited on the joys. Just the preparation for being the same in all situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may be varied answers but the conclusion is as of now I am ‘INDIFFERENT’ to everything. May be a small dream of mine when it comes true, I will become human again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-1797401509867821629?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/1797401509867821629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=1797401509867821629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1797401509867821629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/1797401509867821629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/06/indifference.html' title='INDIFFERENCE'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SGH60jwQ-KI/AAAAAAAAANA/1ghdZvsB0Dw/s72-c/Indifference.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-61969007367120242</id><published>2008-06-11T09:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-11T09:16:34.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;LUCK… I started using this word more often after I came to this so called “CORPORATE” world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sometimes I usually ask this question “What is Luck?” to myself and think for hours on it with the result of having a debate instead of THE answer. Seems strange but being mature enough; I am not able to find an answer for a question which appears to be simple but is quite complex at least in my perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As the debate goes on while the process of thinking is in progress; One side has a valid point stating ‘Luck is something not in your hand; but truly playing an important part in your life’; is it so? Strange; as an avid believer from my childhood; one of the key points my mom had instilled in my mind that “U r the architect of your destiny, work and u will bear the fruits” I really cannot accept this point that something not in your hands can change our life. But the reality is something different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;At least when I was in my school; my mom’s advise was proved many times. So I always was optimistic about future thinking if anything happens that will be because of me. But slowly this feeling is diminishing after entering this so called CORPORATE world; the false faced people; hypocrites, some introverts some extroverts. Everything starting from the project you get, the work you get, the recognition; the appraisals, the growth. Hmmm the list grows as we think about it. All this depends on Luck. But as I start to take a stand that Luck is the ultimate. My other side of mind knocks and says “Hey I am still there, don’t take the judgement!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The other side is very lucky; well prepared may be because it had enough time to prepare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“LUCK is something which truly affects your life but this comes into picture only when you have worked”. This side is like my mom, who is very optimistic in life, “No matter what happens but I am sure I will get the results” You should be very strong at heart to be like this, which unluckily I have not inherited from my mom. Let’s be practical and watch the scenario, for how many ppl the luck has favored who really don’t deserve? May be it seems to us now that they are Lucky, but wait, do we know something about their previous life, their work. The answer is NO. So how can we say that the result was due to DUMB luck?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hmm he has a valid point rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have come up with a conclusion that “Success comes at the meeting point of the hard work and the luck”. Be prepared who knows when the luck knocks your door. May be late but the result is for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;What Say???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-61969007367120242?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/61969007367120242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=61969007367120242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/61969007367120242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/61969007367120242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/06/luck.html' title='Luck'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-4006550743326872845</id><published>2008-06-05T19:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:35:19.884+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SGdIgDR6HZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jkNTbnAF1HU/s1600-h/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217218408805440914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SGdIgDR6HZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jkNTbnAF1HU/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always thought that the most difficult thing in the world was to bear the difficulties. But I realise that it is not just bearing or facing the hardships, which is difficult. Anybody in this world will one or the other day come out of their hardships as the saying goes 'Even Impossible says I M POSSIBLE'. The real test comes when you will have to smile although you are crying from inside. I am in the same situation, and now i understand what makes a person strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All these days whenever i faced problems, i would go back to my cocoon and never face the world. I was called a moody person because i was never the same all the time. When i was happy i was all excited with everyone, the moment i was in problem I would never speak to anyone and was never part of any one's happiness or sorrows. The only reason i gave to myself was 'I am sad and so I do not want to be part of others happiness' and it was a valid point for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As days have passed, I realised just showing my depression, the only things that i have gained is the PITY of others.And i feel i don't deserve pity of someone for something which is not in my hand.And after all this is not the end. SO i have to be happy and ignore the pitfalls and keep moving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this behavior of mine is asking me to keep smiling although I am sad. I know it is difficult but i will learn it as days pass. I cry when it becomes unbearable but i cry in isolation, and the time i come out i give a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know that 'THE SHOW WILL GO ON' even if i am not there. So i have learnt to be happy and i will make sure i will make some one happy even when i am sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-4006550743326872845?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/4006550743326872845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=4006550743326872845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/4006550743326872845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/4006550743326872845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-always-thought-that-most-difficult.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SGdIgDR6HZI/AAAAAAAAANQ/jkNTbnAF1HU/s72-c/smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-7295924758703838832</id><published>2008-03-12T17:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:28:45.964+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Laws Of Software - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laws of Software:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get rid of people who use YOU?&lt;br /&gt;First of all before you proceed with the reading, let me answer your basic question,&lt;br /&gt;When should you say that you are being USED by certain set of people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that you are used by people when your answer is yes to any one of these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you feel that people flatter about you on face and then give a smile.(Beware! There is thin line between flatter and praise)&lt;br /&gt;- When your senior counterparts degrade about your peers(your and not their’s) when they speak to you.&lt;br /&gt;- Your senior asks you to do something even if you are not under them.&lt;br /&gt;- You are neglected the time you stop helping them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so lets device a plan to get rid of these people smoothly without loosing your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;As per my research and suggestions of my friends I feel these steps should be fine:&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Give a taunt to those, on their face stating that you know what they are doing and you are not a dumbo. The result can be as follows&lt;br /&gt;- If the person has some shame he would stop doing that.(very rare)&lt;br /&gt;- If that person has understood but ignores it since he cannot proceed without using you then jump to second step.&lt;br /&gt;- If the person has not understood then jump to step 1 and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: If you think that the person is smart enough and would understand whatever you have told, but still he is acting as if he does not do that then, act as if you are busy and although you want to help them, you are not able to. (Smart escape).&lt;br /&gt;- If he is adamant in taking the work goto step 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: here you have to be careful in handling:&lt;br /&gt;- If he is your senior then deal smoothly, take ur own time to do their work don’t be rude. But make them feel that you cannot be manipulated&lt;br /&gt;- If he is your peer and you don’t care what he or she feels then be rude for a day (Official), and behave the normal personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can avoid all these if:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You don’t spend unnecessary time at office.&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t get moved my people when they praise you&lt;br /&gt;- Don’t be always available to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Till now i could not practice them, although I have researched!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-7295924758703838832?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/7295924758703838832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=7295924758703838832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/7295924758703838832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/7295924758703838832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/03/laws-of-software-1.html' title='Laws Of Software - 1'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-6419452550961154507</id><published>2008-03-07T18:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:35:21.385+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why man tend to become selfish in the work place!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SGdHJ71K6LI/AAAAAAAAANI/9rJ7smplWO8/s1600-h/selfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217216929337108658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SGdHJ71K6LI/AAAAAAAAANI/9rJ7smplWO8/s320/selfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Atlast this question is being answered today. The cheerful, helpful person all of a sudden turning out to be a selfish,mean and not helping is nothing but the product of the acts of the people around. The people who tend to use you. As long as you are there “YOU ARE GOOD and GREAT”, the minute you leave you are nothing to them. Just nothing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slowly start seeing the results of being humble and being ever ready to help.&lt;br /&gt;- People will start taking you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;- The moment u say u r little busy, you get to hear some nasty comments ‘BaDe log hai yaar’&lt;br /&gt;- When you say you will not be able to do that work, they say you are selfish!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Hearing all these if you stretch and do you will get a smile.&lt;br /&gt;- After all these the moment you leave the place or project, you become a ‘Anaamika’ for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what is the corporate world. Alas I got the learning after 2 years but better to be late than never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-6419452550961154507?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/6419452550961154507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=6419452550961154507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/6419452550961154507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/6419452550961154507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-man-tend-to-become-selfish-in-work.html' title='Why man tend to become selfish in the work place!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/SGdHJ71K6LI/AAAAAAAAANI/9rJ7smplWO8/s72-c/selfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-5557061446906234982</id><published>2007-12-21T10:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:35:21.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How it feels when you are on BENCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/R2tbooKag7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/gh_cg_jQPlE/s1600-h/fb57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146307752734917554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/R2tbooKag7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/gh_cg_jQPlE/s320/fb57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/R2tan4Kag6I/AAAAAAAAALw/X4ECfQIgsbU/s1600-h/GarfieldResearch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Hmmm... 'BENCH'. The dictionary meaning says worktable, work surface, worktop, workbench etc etc. But I have a different meaning for this word. Let me embellish on this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Life after a hectic schedules and late night works has suddenly come to STAND STILL. When i say stand still i genuinely mean it. All of a sudden you see; people indulged in their own work and hiding themselves in their self built cacoon with a board which says 'BUSY' or 'DO NOT DISTURB'. I was in the same state till yesterday when i used to feel '24 hrs are not enough' but now i feel that 'How can people be so busy; Boss you have 24 hours ?' hmm... quite contradicting. But true in my sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;When i say free i have time for everything now; be it blogging or anything from official to personal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, i had started the blog with the meaning of the word 'BENCH' and i had promised you to embellish on its meaning in my context. Rite now in my context the word means as fun, without work, enjoy etc etc. This is because rite now i am without work and i am free. The fun part is that i am paid for what i am doing now. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Keeping the fun part aside, i do feel bad because me being a workaholic i cannot be stand still without anything especially when peolpe around are peeping into their computer screens and are indulged in their own world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;I am bored to death but alas my destiny says enjoy the time now and i am doing that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Get back to your work guys... I am on BENCH but not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-5557061446906234982?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/5557061446906234982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=5557061446906234982&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/5557061446906234982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/5557061446906234982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-it-feels-when-you-are-on-bench.html' title='How it feels when you are on BENCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/R2tbooKag7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/gh_cg_jQPlE/s72-c/fb57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-696166695668000600.post-6716614074971279947</id><published>2007-12-20T10:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T18:51:01.960+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why dont managers keep their words???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hmm... Managers are managers. After having survived in this corporate world, i was lill dumb to realise "What are managers made of?" off late. Never did the situation come to me where i had to ask for a favor* from my manager. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Since two months i had to move around to ask for what i deserve but alas still it has not happened. Ofcourse i understand Mr Manager that you work for your company and your appraisal is also important for you. But since you are at such position you also need to think that you need to cater personal interests of your sub ordinates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I just have one suggestion to them, dont try to hide things from us. This really irritates. You might think that you have lied and you would retain us for some time. Later we are not that dumb to stay here forever. Hmmm... I know that if not me they have someone else :( .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And another piece of request is not to behave like politician. Say 'No' if that cant be done. Please do not use all your Soft skills here and give false hopes to your employees. This really hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Moreover why am i venting out my anger over here... I do have a choice to leave them. Let me go and try that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;* - I should have used the word 'deserve' but was forced to use the word 'favor' because this is what my managers think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/696166695668000600-6716614074971279947?l=prranjitha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/feeds/6716614074971279947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=696166695668000600&amp;postID=6716614074971279947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/6716614074971279947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/696166695668000600/posts/default/6716614074971279947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prranjitha.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-dont-managers-keep-their-words.html' title='Why dont managers keep their words???'/><author><name>Ranjitha.P.R</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7ayETZUWm4s/S4-mGYQX8xI/AAAAAAAAE24/_ILDNNyY4oA/S220/DSC00369.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
