tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92112527856593834292024-03-12T17:15:33.897-07:00Infinite ReflectionsAvinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.comBlogger29125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-43459069780832727712024-02-13T19:47:00.000-08:002024-02-13T19:47:06.229-08:00Thodi Si Zameen Thoda Aasmaan!<p>I completed my three years in the USA. The previous three years of my precious late 20s and early 30s have been gone just like that.</p><p>At times, I feel like I'm too hard on myself. I should be content with what I have accomplished, but there is always more to learn and always more to gain! I hate this feeling, to be honest. I hate being in the constant feeling of what could have been better!</p><p>Don't you think we should just stop striving for more? Stop dreaming about earning more money; stop getting lured for promotions. But then what is there to live if there isn't more? This thought has been a constant conflict for me.</p><p>To stop or not to stop, that is the question!</p><p>When I was around 15, my mother used to say, "Tu jaldi bada ho gya" meaning, "I have grown up early." I was very mature for my age and started looking at life very differently than my peers. All I wanted was "Thodi Si Zameen Thoda Aasmaan," but nowadays, I find myself in the same rat race as everyone else.</p><p>Although even today, I don't yearn for fancy houses, fancy cars, etc. "Thodi Si Zameen Thoda Aasmaan" is still very much a dream, but in this struggle of life, the meaning of "Thoda" has been constantly changing.</p><p>I live comfortably here in the US and pay a lot of rent, and I have my own reasons for living like this. I find peace, which is hard to get here!</p><p>I still want to earn a lot, to the point where my family doesn't have to worry about money at all. But then, when do I stop? Sadly, I don't know. </p><p>I truly believe that we spend our lives trying to understand ourselves, at least that's what happens to me. Here I am in this vast universe, wanting just "Thodi Si Zameen Thoda Aasmaan," yet finding myself in the same rat race as everyone else. How sad!</p>Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-79331587140312048192023-02-04T22:53:00.002-08:002023-02-04T22:53:14.565-08:00Chai!<p>I hope most of the Indians can relate to what I am about to say. Chai is not just another beverage. It is a feeling, an emotion, a culture, and a tradition.</p><p>To be honest, I am not a massive fan of the taste of chai, it's, of course, delicious, but that's not the reason why I drink chai.</p><p>For me, chai is a getaway from reality beverage, taking a pause, taking rest, taking a break from all the work we do, to relish the short but precious moments we get every day. It is the emotional connection that I have with chai that makes it so special.</p><p>I enjoy the journey and the ritual that I take while preparing the chai. You could say that why not coffee? Why I am talking about chai here and not coffee. Coffee is not an emotion. It does not require a ritual to be performed; it lacks the journey. While chai takes you into another realm where everything is okay. You forget your pains, you forget troubles, you forget your worries, you forget your work, you forget all the things that you need to take care of.</p><p>The journey starts with just boiling the water, and while the water is boiling, you are trying to find the mortar and pestle that is hidden somewhere in the kitchen, and you have hope and optimism, probably more than the way your life going, that you could find 'adrak' in the fridge. </p><p>You have also disrupted the section of masalas in your kitchen to find 'long' and 'elaichi.' You again always have hope that you will find all the ingredients you need to make a chai.</p><p>Somehow, I always have the ingredients available, but I never take a log of the required ingredients. I just happen to have them always in my kitchen. It is surreal!</p><p>When the time comes to broom the leaves, I savor the moments when the color of the chai turns. The addition of the milk, slow-simmered over low fame, only adds to the anticipation of the product. And you wait for the chai to get ready. just like a child waits for a promised treat, </p><p>In the end, the caravan always finds its destination. And you pour the chai into a glass that has its own charm. The sound of chai pouring into the glass was accompanied by the wafting aroma; everything was so precious at that moment.</p><p>Finally, you settle down; you just cannot drink the chai anywhere; you find a perfect spot near the window. And you wish of raining or snowing.</p><p>The 30-minute pause on your day has a more profound effect on you than anything that happened on the day!</p>Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-50937759293966472902023-01-08T21:37:00.001-08:002023-01-15T22:12:32.151-08:00Two Lives!<p>Have you ever felt as though you've lived two lives?</p><p>Wait, listen to me first before judging; by two lives, I mean not at the same time or two faces. What I mean is past lives, again not as in the past life before birth but past life like a few years ago. In the sense that certain parts of your life were so vastly different, yet eerily similar. It's as if you're living a whole new existence, but with the same events and experiences playing out. </p><p>Having done with defining the complex definition, I believe I have lived 2 lives. </p><p>First, when I was a child, I played, studied, went to college, learned, found a job, worked in Mumbai, and had ups and downs and all the emotions one can have in a lifetime. I faced it all.</p><p>And then I moved to the US, and it was like my life had been reset. I again went to a university, studied, found a job, faced ups and downs, and started working again.<br /><br />Probably because I have a terrible memory, but to me, I consider the events before 2020 a part of my past life.<br /><br />And here I am, living my second life, going through similar kinds of events and emotions that I had faced in my past lives. </p><p>What does it say about life? Life is not complex at all; it is a collection of finite events happening in a loop that every human being faces and only differs in intensity.</p><p>So don't worry about those mistakes you made, the same event will repeat, and you can make the same mistake again :D</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-12071541192111306002022-05-27T04:34:00.009-07:002023-01-15T22:09:23.614-08:00I completed my Masters!<p>I came to the USA precisely 1 year, 8 months, and 15 days ago for my Master's. If you had asked me about doing a Master's 2.9 years ago, I would have laughed and said, "Not in this lifetime." But 2.9 years ago, I felt let's do something different in life, something painstaking, which hindered my peaceful sleep for 2 years. And I thought of doing a Master's from the USA.</p><p>I got into New York University. I applied for Computer Science but instead got Computer Engineering. But when I checked the syllabus of Computer Engineering, I did not see much difference between CS and CE and then NYU it is. I wanted to do a Master's for three reasons: to earn loads of money, to learn more about Computer Science, and do something different in life.</p><p>"Wait a minute, are you saying we just have one life? What!!! Are you serious! So you are saying a Human Being has to finish all the things they want to do and frame their whole life in just a few years. That's ridiculous", I said. And that's how I ventured over to the journey of the Masters from the USA. True Story!</p><p>Just to clarify, I had no intentions of living in the USA permanently, and I don't want to live here forever. My sole purpose in coming to the US is to earn money and experience and move back to my Bharat. But I don't know when it will happen.</p><p>Doing a Master's was more challenging than the decision to do Masters(I used to think vice-a-verse). I struggled a lot in the first semester and got ridiculous bad grades. I worked harder from the second semester, and then the sole purpose of survival was to get straight 'As.' It was challenging in the first place to start studying again after working for 5 years, and that too under NYU's demanding professors and their courses. After almost 2 years of hard work, when I say hard, I really mean it, I completed my masters. 1.8 years of struggle comes to an end. We had two ceremonies for convocation; one was for NYU Tandon, and another was for 'All University.' On 18th May, I graduated from NYU in a Yankee Stadium. Fun fact, I graduated along with Taylor Swift, who was awarded an Honorary doctorate by NYU. Her speech was good for the first 15 mins or so, and then I was yawning to my every breath,</p><p><br /></p><p>"All's well that ends well", is a relatively simple and prominent phrase but immensely profound. Aren't we all struggling just so that our future gets merrier?</p><p>Now the question is, am I happy? Have I achieved what I wanted to? Well, yes and no. I am certainly happy and proud of myself, but I don't think I achieved what I wanted. I actually don't know what I want from life anymore. It seems like my expectations are changing on a whim. Sometimes I want all the money in the world, but at the same time, I just want to ride my motorbike and wander the roads of Bharat. Everything has become so gray to me now. </p><p>Anyways, I am a proud, happy man!</p>Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-13033829489577000382021-12-29T23:46:00.001-08:002022-06-08T22:16:43.604-07:00Aye Zindagi Hui Kahan Bhool...<p><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">"Aye zindagi hui kahan bhool jiski humein mili ye saza, kahan se kahan laayi tu humein, hum se hai tu kitni khafa.."</em></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Whenever I hear these lines in Kishore Da's poignant voice, a pierce goes right through my heart, and suddenly, I don't feel anything, just numbness all around.</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Life is really uncertain. Sometimes I feel everything is falling apart, and sometimes, it feels like I am making progress every second. I knew about this for years, but now this has become a constant in my life.</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> </span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">I don't know what life wants exactly, good relations, money, happiness, sadness, pleasures, pains? There are so many things to do but so little time. And I really don't know what to achieve and what to lose.</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">There are just way too many things to do than gazing over the night sky without worrying about anything. There was a time when I just used to walk on the roof for hours listening to the songs, and watching the night sky, stars, and moon. But now, I keep reminding myself of everything that needs to be done.</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><em style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">"Taaron ko dekhte rahen chhat par pade hue.." - </em><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Become a distant dream.</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><p></p><p style="background: transparent; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p><br /></p>Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-31000786572415650882019-02-06T12:14:00.002-08:002022-06-08T22:45:04.966-07:00Window Seats<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Window seats are something that everyone is fond of.<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">What a peculiar topic, isn't it? Well, who talks about window seats anyway? But if you just think about it for a second, you will realize window seats are the most insignificant but beautiful thing around us.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
I have always been amazed by this particular seat. Since my childhood, I have always wanted a window seat. When I was a kid, I used to think trees do actually move backward, which always fascinated me. And now, watching trees going back reflects all kinds of emotions that touch my heart.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
There is indeed something magical about this place. You can see your past moving in front of your eyes like a motion picture. When I sit on the window seat on a bus or train, and when the journey begins, my mind always becomes nostalgic. I start pondering about various things like the meaning of life, relationships with special people, parents, friends, childhood memories, career planning, world peace, the chaos of the world, problems of humanity, the future of the human race, etc. It makes me calm and peaceful when the cold wind blows on my cheeks. My whole life seems like a lucid dream while listening to songs.<br />
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But why do we feel the way when we are on a window seat? Maybe perhaps....<br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>There is a beautiful correlation between the trees going back and our past memories. The moving trees are a reflection of our bitter-sweet memories.</li><li>The joy of feeling a raindrop on the palm reflects the joy of beautiful moments of our life. All those best cherishable moments.</li><li>The breeze on the face reflects the calmness and happiness of our past achievements.</li><li>The colorful raindrops on the glass windows reflect all kinds of relationships.</li><li>The window seat reminds us that life is a journey, and we still have miles to go.</li></ul>
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So have you ever wondered what exactly is about this window seat? Does this thought of window seats ever occur in your mind? <br />If not, then all you have to do is board a bus, take a ticket to anywhere, choose a window seat, and feel the magic!!<br />
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Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-54193236389093569442019-02-06T12:05:00.006-08:002022-06-08T23:12:07.157-07:00Ordinary simple little things.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Don't you think that ordinary simple little things actually make up life?<br />
They have always been underrated, and people always take them for granted.<br />
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We, humans, are complex creatures; we always have to make things complicated. But the truth is life lies in the little things that happen every day. Little things that always have mattered.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Life is not about having a 9-5 job, buying a big car or a big house, earning lots of money, or getting famous. Life is all about little things.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
Like having someone by your side when you get home after that 9-5 job.<br />
Like when you finally learn how to make "Gol Chapattis."<br />
Like when you finally finish that book or fall asleep while reading.<br />
Like when you ask for extra pani puri.<br />
Like when you taste the first kerry of the season.<br />
Like when you get wet in the first rain without being concerned about your health.<br />
Like when you finish the game, you have been playing for so long.<br />
Like when you pass a smile to little babies, and they smile you back.<br />
Like when you go home to meet your family.<br />
Like when you smell the aroma of soil after the first rain.<br />
Like when you finally decide to take up that hobby, you always wanted to do.<br />
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Those 9-5 jobs, and money, are required, but they don't make up the life.<br />
Life happens outside your 9-5 job if you ponder.<br />
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Leaving you a conversation between Rita and Dexter from Dexter -<br />
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Dexter: Do you want a life with fame and fortune? The excitement in every turn?<br />
Rita: No, I'll take boring. Average. Simple. Ordinary.<br />
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What Rita actually meant is that she wants to savor those little things to the<br />
fullest for the rest of her life because they are the only things that mattered!<br />
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Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-79028868405829189612017-09-15T15:41:00.003-07:002022-05-27T04:42:46.574-07:00Bhor Ho Gyi..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The other day, I was watching a really old movie Nirmala, 1938. It is a nice movie. There is a romantic scene in the movie between two lovers.<br />
They are standing on the balcony of their home on the wedding night with their fingers intertwined with each other.<br />
The below lines are cheesy but I love them. How beautifully a man expresses his love for his woman.<br />
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<i>Man - Kyun aaj mere hraday ka chaman hai khila hua,</i></div>
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<i> Kyun mann bina ka taar taar hai mila hua,</i></div>
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<i><i>Woman - Mein kya jaanu</i></i></div>
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<i>Man - Kisse puchun?</i></div>
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<i><i>Woman - A</i><i>pne dil se..</i></i></div>
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<i>Man - Dil kehta hai chandramukhi ne mann ka mukud khilaya hai </i></div>
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<i> Bubul ne apna pyara gul paaya hai </i></div>
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<i> Jivan tha suna suni mann ki basti </i><i> <br /> Madhur prem se tumne ise basaya hai</i></div>
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<i><i>Woman - Bhor ho gyi..</i></i></div>
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<i><i>Man - Haan bhor ho gyi.</i></i></div>
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Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-55642341802131898032017-09-15T15:18:00.001-07:002017-09-22T14:49:29.469-07:00Teaching<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If I were to choose a second profession ever, then it would be Teaching without any concern. I love teaching. I have been teaching since I was 17.<br>
It all started with Engineering Drawing since my maternal grandfather is a Ret. Professor of Engineering Drawing, he taught me the subject. And I sincerely accepted it. It involves imagination, mathematics and engineering with Art. Art has always been close to my heart, I used to have a drawing notebook on which I used to draw cartoons. Childhood is really all about doing what you love (then we all have grown up - sad).<br>
I learned E.D and I was good at it. I knew when to use HB, H and 2H and that's how it started, My Love for Teaching. I began teaching students from Engineering colleges at my grandfather's coaching center at home.<br>
When I was doing engineering, I used to teach my friends. I taught E.D, of course, in my first year to my classmate besides teaching at a coaching class at home. One friend of mine from CS branch used to visit my home to study E.D as he got failed two times and finally sought my talent of teaching (He got passed at the final attempt and thanked me a ton. I felt blessed).<br>
I remember one instance where I was teaching Control System to my 6-7 classmates at college and all were girls. Don't assume that I was selective about who I want to teach, but girls were always more interested in getting good marks than boys and I love to teach.<br>
I was certainly not the best learner but I knew some subjects well, my overall marks were pretty bad just like most of the boys I was also not that interested in getting high marks.<br>
In my whole 4 years of engineering, I taught n number of subjects to n number of people at home, at coaching, at college even online. I used to teach my friends forcibly even when they didn't actually want to study(they might have used to curse me a lot in their heads).<br>
Here's a fun fact, I bought a digital pen/pad just to teach my friends online. True Story.<br>
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My Engineering was completed 2 years back but teaching isn't stopped yet. Now, I teach my office colleagues (forcibly, of course, and I bore them to death). All I need is some issue in the code of colleagues or some issue with their application and if I have the required knowledge regarding their issue, I start teaching them from the basics, start explaining the language first and how does the code work, why the issue arises in the first place, better alternatives, what they should do to avoid it in future and all the left out chapters from Gita. They all yawn at least 10 times until I finished helping with their issue.<br>
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Teaching is in my genes. My mother is a teacher, my grandfather is a teacher, my aunties are teachers and there definitely be many more teachers in my vast kingdom of Khandaan.<br>
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I sincerely respect all the hard working teachers around the world who are doing their best to teach the world. I used hard working as I wanted to exclude many teachers from my Engineering College. Some of them were disgrace to the profession.<br>
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Finally, I wish, I keep teaching to people and keep boring them to death. Happy Teaching.</div>
Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-58617743721255507052017-08-21T15:01:00.003-07:002018-12-27T21:23:22.505-08:00Kindle: A gadget of Joy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I had always been skeptical about buying Kindle. "Buy it or not to buy it, that is the question" and I am so glad that now what used to be "that is the question" becomes "that was the question" as finally, I bought the Kindle from Amazon. My very own beloved <b>Kindle </b>which I can cherish for life or perhaps at least for 2 years as per Kindle Protection Plan.<br />
The skeptics might be with the price or perhaps with my love for books, the books that made out of woods or with the possibility of mine to regain my habit of reading. I had not been reading books for 1.5 years, these 1.5 years were the worst years of my life, to be precise my worst days started from Feb 2016.<br />
Now things are getting somewhat good if not great and so am I, if not great of course. I so wanted to jump on reading books at my earliest. And after buying Kindle I am delighted as if I found my lost treasure which was lost 1.5 years ago.<br />
I again started reading and the best part is, now a day I fall asleep while reading the book on Kindle just like how I used to sleep before to be precise on 2013-14. I bet it's the best way to fall asleep.<br />
I am literally laughing as I write this as I ponder how well I managed to write about myself and my sad days in an article about Kindle.<br />
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I bought Kindle Paperwhite which has a listing price of 10,999 on Amazon as of now. And of course, this 10,999 is in Rupees. But as I bought it while Amazon was having "Great Indian Sale", it cost me around 8,999.<br />
I also received 2 offers from Amazon but to avail these offers it was required to buy Kindle cover too worth Rupees 1299 :<br />
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<li>Extended Kindle protection plan for 1 year. So now I can replace my Kindle if something bad happens to it, just like something bad happens to me always ( see how well I managed to write about myself...) within 2 years instead of usual one. So sad I am not replaceable after something bad happens.</li>
<li>Kindle content credit of up to 2000 rupees. According to Amazon, I will receive 80% of discount in any book I buy. That 80% gets deduct from 2000 Rs until it converts to Rs 0. I just realize they have provided Rupee symbol in my keyboard so why the hell I am still using "Rupees" instead of ₹. This is so me. An absence of mind creature </li>
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Here comes a part when I should write about technical details of Kindle:<br />
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<li>It has 6" Paperwhite display with Carta e-paper technology and built-in light, 300 ppi, optimised font technology, 16-level grey scale.</li>
<li>Weight is 205 grams.</li>
<li>Storage is 4GB but usable is around 2 GB which can store books for your lifetime.</li>
<li>Kindle supports Format 8 (AZW3), Kindle (AZW), TXT, PDF (without password and DRM), unprotected MOBI, PRC natively; HTML, DOC, DOCX, JPEG, GIF, PNG, BMP through conversion.</li>
<li>You can download MOBI, PRC, PDF, TXT, AZW3 ebooks from internet, Then transfer to your kindle from your computer through USB Cable and read them.</li>
<li>You can download EPUB, Doc, RTF and HTML ebooks from Internet, then Convert to AZW3 or Mobi using free softwares like Calibre, then transfer to your Kindle from your computer through USB Cable and read them</li>
<li>Goodreads is also integrated with Kindle that means you can access Goodreads and all its features from Kindle.</li>
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Kindle is a must buy for all Book readers. And besides, for obvious benefits it lets you fall asleep while reading with bedroom's lights off. Tell me what else you want from life?</div>
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Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-49771789502997232262017-05-31T15:01:00.002-07:002017-09-05T12:55:41.675-07:00The Law of the Garbage Truck<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
And suddenly the sentence "The Law of Garbage Truck" resounds in my mind as I was watching a fight on a busy traffic road. I recalled a friend of mine who once way back sent me an SMS describing the "Law of Garbage Truck", yes you heard it right the SMS as it was way back in the time when messaging apps weren't invented.<br />
Today for the very first time I looked it up on the internet and found that it's an article by David J. Pollay, a writer. He describes it as follows.<br />
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<em style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;">“Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of anger, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they look for a place to dump it. And if you let them, they’ll dump it on you. So when someone wants to dump on you, don’t take it personally. Just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. Believe me. You’ll be happier.”</em><br />
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I have always remembered the essence of Law of Garbage Truck but didn't know how exactly it was described.<br />
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Now, this Law of garbage truck can be applied in many different scenarios, but I generally recall it whenever I witness a fight on the roads.<br />
Don't you think a fight on roads is just plain stupid which leads to nothing but a day gone waste?<br />
People abuse each other over petty matters and then think about the incident throughout the day leading to bad decisions.<br />
By fighting both verbally or physically, a person is taking a garbage being dumped by another person on themselves. After the fight, they do head to their respective destinations, but with loads of garbage. Which they eventually will try to dump on any other person. They will dump it on their wives, children, colleagues, subordinates.<br />
It makes me sad when I see people start abusing in front of their family members. First of all, I don't understand how can a person abuse in front of their wife, mother, father, children.<br />
I can recall an incident,<br />
"<i>I was sitting on my bike which was stopped at the traffic signal on a square. A car with other vehicles was also stopped on my right side of the square, besides that car a man on a bicycle was standing. As the signal turns green, the bicycle came in front of that car which was also started running. And then the car hit the bicycle and the man fell off. But what made me feel sad is that the man in the car started abusing and beating the man who fell. He was beating him badly and abusing him constantly. He might have helped the man to stand up again, might have taken him to a doctor. I could see his family sitting in the car, probably his wife on his beside and his children and mother in the back seats. I wondered what could be his children learning, seeing his father beating another man and abusing, what his mother/wife might be thinking. And I am pretty sure he had dumped the garbage on his children/wife after reaching home.</i>"<br />
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I can recall a number of such incidents. These are so common and daily commuters definitely witness these every day.<br />
So always remember the Law of garbage truck and for god sake don't ever abuse in front of your family at any cost. When seeing a situation where you are letting a garbage on yourself, just smile, wish them well and move on. This is will at least keep your loved one happy as you won't dump your today's garbage on them.<br />
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Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-43368749338416201002016-11-16T10:39:00.000-08:002017-09-05T12:57:12.215-07:00The saddest love story!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You were always an unknown person. You liked yourself to remain a mystery, didn't like to share anything about you with anyone. Your joy, your pain, your suffering, your happiness were always untold. And this was the way you had been living your life. A simple but precious life.<br />
Then one day, a person walks into your life. They don't just want to talk to you, they want to know you. They want to know all your secrets, all your troubles, all your likings. They want to unfold the mystery. They ask you, what happened that day, you looked desolate. They ask you, what makes you sad, what makes you happy, are you alright?<br />
Suddenly your life revitalized. Now you are not that mystery to everyone, there is a person who knows everything about you. There is a person who is crazy about you.There is a person who loves you. And then you cannot survive a single day without sharing a thing or two about yourself to that special person.<br />
Now you came to know about a different type of joy that you had never experienced before.<br />
You are happiest.<br />
One day, that person decides to leave. Decides not to continue knowing you anymore, not to continue loving you anymore. Suddenly your life has taken a back, that special person is not around you anymore. That person has gone now. Everything becomes still. Now again, you are alone, there's no one around you to share a thing or two about yourself. You are unable to hear the sound of the wind, the waves which you have always rejoiced<br />
But now you don't want to be a mystery. Now you do like to share things about you. Now you want to be loved, to be cared. Unfortunately, you again become an unknown person.</div>
Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-88289333418077049052016-09-12T15:24:00.002-07:002017-09-15T23:54:02.600-07:00Marriages <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today when we were having snacks at office canteen. A newly joined girl in our group( a bunch of friends having the same experience as me, we take lunch and snacks together) told us that she got engaged and soon she'll be getting married. Every other girl was like awwwwww!!!! woww!!!, show us pictures of him, where is your ring? where will you be going to get married? Is it arranged or love? What will you be going to wear? Where will you go for honeymoon? Oh! that ghagra is beautiful. Aren't you lucky to get married near a sea in Puri.<br />
And then she said her fiance is from IIT and currently working in a startup and planning to create his own company, everyone's face was just light up and all were like oh wow you are one lucky girl.<br />
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There is nothing wrong in this the yet to be bride was happy and every girl was happy listening to her.<br />
But what concerns me that none of the girls asked her these, How good the guy is? What's his nature like? Do you love this guy? Does this guy loves you? Are you sure this guy will make you happy all through the life? Are you sure that this is the one?<br />
Well, I guess these questions did not matter the most at least for the girls in our group.<br />
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I was just sitting there pretending I am not hearing anything and concentrating on eating Dosa and chutney only though I was hearing everything ;) I so actually wanted to ask above questions to her, questions that didn't matter the most. But I decided to refrain myself from asking.<br />
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I was listening and at the same time, I was thinking about my marriage too. What will be like when I'll get married. Will she love me forever? Will I love her forever?<br />
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In this article, I am about to talk about marriages. Believe me, if anyone of my friends ever read this then I'll be a dead man. They'll make fun of me like they have never done before. But what the hell.<br />
I actually love to talk about marriage and relationship stuff.<br />
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So that new girl is getting married near a sea in Puri. And where I want to get married well suppose<br />
if I am having the sole responsibility of choosing the location and my soon to be wife is okay with it, then probably I'll choose the nearest registrar office. Realize that marriages are not shows they are mere beginning, and beginnings are always humble not extravagant period. But that's not going to happen, right? My soon to be wife will not at all accept this. But I definitely do not want to spend lots of money on the wedding. Spending lakhs of rupees on some people we barely know, try to impress others by choosing costliest marriage halls. It just doesn't make sense to me. We should be spending that money on ourself only like we can spend on our honeymoon ;).<br />
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I want to love my wife, I want to love her forever. I am single and not sure if I'll be having an arrange or love marriage, but whatever it may, I do want to make sure one thing that I should love my wife and she should love me too. As this way, we'll start our new journey together with love.<br />
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I know how to cook and one reason why I learned this art is that I really want to help my wife in cooking and doing the dishes. I don't want to be those husbands who watch TV sitting on sofa impatiently waiting for food and after food doesn't even think about the dishes at all.<br />
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I want something like this<br />
"My wife and I, we both will be working people, we'll work our ass off throughout the day and then in the night at around 9 pm I'll reach home at the same time she'll be reaching home, then we'll start making dinner together, she'll make rotis ;) and I'll make sabji. And I'll ask her how was your day? Then she'll start telling me about her day and I'll keep myself busy in making sabji and listening to her. And if I'll get a chance ;) I'll let her know about how my day went. After the hectic day at work, this would be our time of the day. And then we'll eat together and after that I'll do the dishes and she'll clean the kitchen".<br />
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I know I think a lot, above imagination is too much right? But I like to imagine this. We'll be so happy.<br />
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Marriages are not jokes. How people got married so casually is something I can never understand. Most of the marriages in India are happening because the boy is rich or the girl will give more dowry or because the girl is getting older at her 23. Facepalm. or simply because the parents want. Such a pathetic way to start a new journey in life.<br />
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I am sure that I don't want to start my journey like this. I will do everything to not to marry this way.<br />
I do want to marry because I am in love with yet to be my wife because she is the one because I'll never get tired to make her happy because she loves me too and because we both cannot wait to spend the rest of our life together.<br />
But who knows what will happen as love is hard to come by. I am not sure if I'll ever find love, but still, I love to imagine :)<br />
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Have you heard the song "yeh ghar bahut haseen hai" such a beautiful song this is!<br />
In the movie the husband lives in a small house, the wife is from a rich family she loved the husband so she'll agree to live in that small house as she knows that they might don't have a big house or a big car they definitely have LOVE and with that small yet large like universe love "yeh ghar bahut haseen hai", "this home is beautiful".<br />
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I want my married life just like this song. There is a line "Humare ghar na aaegi kabhi kushi udhar ki" "Borrowed happiness will never come to our house". Such a beautiful line Isn't it?</div>
Avinash Kharchehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078243713419416682noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-79538450273053431532016-07-26T11:45:00.004-07:002022-06-08T22:55:38.413-07:00Happiness is Rain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">These days are going quite rough for me. I don't understand why life always gives me lemons all the time, and I still can't make lemonades out of them. I run for happiness, and all I get is just the same old familiar sadness. Maybe this is all I am doing wrong; I am running for happiness, and I should just let it come to me. But then again, I ponder that trying is everything if you don't try for something, how you are supposed to get it? Maybe I am running for the wrong kind of happiness. Perhaps happiness is just in front of me, but the one I am running for could be a fake one. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Then again, a voice comes from my think tank, Is life all about achieving happiness, or one can live a beautiful life with sadness also? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Don't you think life is extremely complicated, and we waste our whole life understanding it? We even go beyond and try to control it. Somewhere we know that we can't actually understand life, but even though we try to understand it, we try to control our lives. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Life is uncertain. It's never going to go as you please. But we always try to prove that we are so humans by making a false attempt to control it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Bad things are definitely going to happen. People will leave, you will hate your job, nobody will love you, some people will despise you, and you won't be getting that thing you have been struggling to get for so long. All you'll want is love, and all you'll get is hate. You won't be satisfied with what you have; you'll hate yourself.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And just like that bad things list is getting so large. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">As I have said, these days are rough for me. I am struggling a lot. Nothing seems to be going right. </span></div>
<div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I have been staying late at the office for the past few weeks. And every day, I leave for home at around 11 or 11:30 pm and sometimes even 12.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I work in an IT company and live in thane. But these days I love going late for home. You may be thinking I am so weird or even psycho. Not so sure about psycho :P but yes, I am a weird creature. Some people say I am from Mars. So why do I like going late for home? Maybe for this..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's rainy season in thane, and I so love this rain. It's always raining in thane. I just love the monsoon in Mumbai. Everything looks so green, and you know I love to get wet in the rain, and getting wet when nobody's watching is just heaven for me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I prefer to walk home at night when people are at their home watching TV and spending time with their family. I just like to walk slowly and pray for rain just to get wet and enjoy it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It gives me so much happiness. I savor every moment. Those 30-45 minutes are heaven for me, and when it rains, I feel like what more I can ask for. A sudden smile appears on my face.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I like the way home. It's a tree-lined driveway. A way surrounded by trees on the sidewalks. I walk on sidewalks and beneath the trees. Walking beneath the trees in slow motion and watching the leaves and branches just above you as they move backward sure feels like heaven. At night this looks amazing. Those yellow lights, a chill in the atmosphere, </span><span style="font-family: inherit; text-align: -webkit-auto;">the sound of the wind whispering through the trees, and of course, the peace and your thoughts. No noise from vehicles, no pollution, and no one around. </span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-82656742253343086042016-05-06T12:40:00.001-07:002017-09-05T12:58:51.900-07:00Hedgehog's dilemma<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I like this fable a lot. This fable tells us about relationships and how would you describe the best relationship. <span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"> </span>Sigmund Freud, father of psychoanalysis<span style="background-color: white; color: #252525; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22.4px;"></span> has used this situation in the fable in his analysis of the challenges of human intimacy.<br />
This fable is about the dilemma faced by a group of Hedgehogs (Porcupines).<br />
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<i>" It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the cold. The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together to keep warm. This way they covered and protected themselves, but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions. After a while, they decided to distance themselves one from the other and they began to die, alone and frozen. So they had to make a choice: either accept the quills of their companions or disappear from the Earth. Wisely, they decided to go back to being together. They learned to live with the little wounds caused by the close relationship with their companions in order to receive the warmth that came from the others. This way they were able to survive. </i>"<br />
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Moral of the story: The best relationship is not the one that brings together perfect people, but when each individual learns to live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other person’s good qualities.<br />
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Relationships are complicated, but with love, respect, a sense of understanding about one another and that relationships are indeed complicated and require to do a lot of hard work to make it through, a beautiful Relationship can do wonders for the both individuals.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">These are some of the places that I totally in love with. I gain so much calm and peacefulness in these places. And the good thing is that to visit these places you don’t get charged.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-31726248597963177702015-08-14T13:46:00.000-07:002017-09-05T13:08:18.189-07:00A beautiful Journey<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">That was a terrible day for me. I went to the city Bhopal by Bus at morning to complete some documentation work of prime importance in a Government office, but due to some reason it didn't work out well and till the evening I was devastated. I was sad and again boarded on a Bus to travel Home (Indore) at around 6:30 pm. It takes around 4 hours to reach Indore. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I worry a lot about my life. A lot of bad things happened before, things didn't work out the way I wanted to, well not everyone’s' life is a bed of roses. But I think about them a lot and make myself sad. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">That night was quite different for me as I was experiencing something like this for the very first time. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">It's august, the monsoon is at its peak. Sun is quite shy these days, hides behind the clouds throughout the day. It’s been several days since the sunlight falls upon us. I don't like monsoon much. There's water everywhere. The road becomes sort of river and the "mud" is just nature's way to irritate you to the core. You make plans and rain ruins them. I hate monsoon usually, but that night it was different.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Just before starting my commute mother called, she said to take an umbrella with you. On my way home, I was sad thinking about all the bad things again, they were flashing before my eyes like a motion picture. I was sitting on a window seat. Window seats are my favorite. It always amazes me how just sitting on an ordinary window seat you can actually have a look into your life. You can have your life’s reflection before you. It was quite a wonderful bus, Volvo AC bus. It has those large glass windows. I have liked that bus. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">At around 8:30 pm it started raining. It was dark outside. I was still about 2 hours from home. And then after a while, it started raining heavily. It was like a storm. The wind was blowing like a tornado. I was watching through the glass window that how rain suddenly changes everything. The view got blurry and like a lens. The lights in highways were appearing like they were dancing to the Elvis Presley's pop songs with blurriness all around them. I could see the lens flare effect on the lights outside. Trees appearing as they were breathing heavily. As if they were running from fear. The heavy droplets of water started bouncing back on the road feels like they were making synchronizing music. It’s fun to watch how they were bouncing back from the roof of the cars on the highway. The water droplets were now on the window's glass. I could really feel the chill in the atmosphere by placing my hand on the window. The bus was running at high speed, splashing the water on the road. Sometimes it splashes the water over the cars. Everything was beautiful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">I was enjoying this a lot. For the first time in my life, I was thinking about all the good things that have happened to me. Good things are extremely less, but yet I was enjoying every single of them. Realizing how precious they are. Giving you hope for the forward journey in life. I was happy. I was happy with all my heart. Smiling every now and then. While watching heavy rainfall through the window of a travel bus, "life is beautiful", I thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;">Reminds me of a quote from Harry Potter, “<i>Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-50703816939789914982015-04-16T06:40:00.000-07:002015-04-16T06:54:22.100-07:00How to screw up your life?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>1. Make someone else the center of your happiness. </b></div>
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<b>2. Live in the past.</b></div>
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<b>3. Marry primarily for sex.</b></div>
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<b>4. Study primarily for money.</b></div>
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<b>5. Spend primarily to impress.</b></div>
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<b>6. And when it all goes wrong, argue primarily to blame others.</b></div>
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<b>7. Don't learn from your mistakes.</b></div>
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<b>8. Care too much about what others think of you.</b></div>
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<b>9. Try to please everyone. </b>keep changing yourself just to impress others.</div>
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<b>10. Chase your dreams but refuse to acquire the skills and techniques you require to achieve them. </b>You will just fail over and over and look like a complete moron while doing it.</div>
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<b>11. Use people. </b>After you're done with them, they will expose you and tarnish your reputation, just like you used them for their abilities.</div>
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<b>12. Lie. </b>Every lie will eventually be brought to light, and you will be exposed for who you truly are. </div>
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<b>13. Refuse to open up to others. </b>When you close yourself off to the world, you end up living a life full of loneliness. </div>
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<b>14. Look down upon others. </b>When you feel that you are superior to others, people will walk out of your life or plot ways to take you down.<b> </b></div>
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<b>15. Be greedy.</b> When you are in it solely for yourself, people sense it. Friends will flock from you faster than sea gulls chasing after a piece of bread. </div>
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<b>16. Hold grudges. </b>When you hold grudges, you become inept to forgiving others. Without forgiveness, you will always carry a burden of hate. </div>
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<b>17. Regret.</b> Regret destroys everything about who you are. It limits your future. It fills you with depression and hopelessness. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-945929053356310302015-04-01T10:46:00.001-07:002017-09-05T13:10:25.013-07:00And the sun rises agian...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white;">The sun gets set</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">When worry takes you over</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">All over darkness and failures</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Living every <span class="gr-progress">moment</span> in fear</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">When things make you down</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="fee1218a-ce5c-4d57-9b81-c6aa330ae258" id="e5a2d360-c7a0-4790-9208-d38e5bc2cbb3">may be</gs> it's the silence before the storm</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c76cb710-0e58-427e-9c13-ea0cd4fb4df8" id="fb008639-e4c8-422c-a230-0f825b4fc681">or</gs> it's just the darkest hour before the dawn</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">But with perseverance and patience</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="c59a7875-03f3-47b8-96da-0f8f71577671" id="96643c20-5deb-4a1b-8994-8a58c4b017d6">living</gs> every moment with firm determination</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">The light at the end of the tunnel you'll see</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="a272e5a6-f5a9-4260-86df-84c4f675f030" id="b35a1a39-d784-466d-af97-495c67ea6624">making</gs> things bright again as it should be</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">And as the dark scary night begins to disappear</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="2c6a8978-e97f-4ae1-9871-b65e6f449a7c" id="9355168f-3346-4a05-b1f4-c3dd69f0b2c0">light</gs> from the twilight sky fades away the fear</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="99a07ec9-4d12-4461-bb48-0c2893a2f02d" id="528017a8-34f0-4233-a1a6-6f7f05085756">and</gs> the sun rises again....<br /> - Avinash<br /> </span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-67137027025786494212015-02-16T12:54:00.003-08:002015-02-16T12:56:16.131-08:00You and Me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hold my hands and come with me<br />
It'll be just you and me<br />
We'll swing between the rain drops<br />
and fly over the mountains top<br />
On the wing we'll drift away<br />
beyond the clouds far far away<br />
On our way we'll kiss the moon<br />
so break your plans, we are not coming back soon<br />
We'll dance in the moonlight<br />
and sway with the stars<br />
with a promise that we'll never apart<br />
So forget the world and lie here with me<br />
It'll be just you and me....<br />
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- Avinash</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-3699002289073268342015-01-02T09:30:00.004-08:002015-01-06T22:24:19.567-08:00Dard kuch der hi rehta hai, bahut der nahi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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A Poem by Gulzar<br />
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<i>Dard kuch der hi rehta hai, bahut der nahi,</i><br />
<i>jis tarah shaakh se toray hue ek pattay ka rang</i><br />
<i>mand par jata hai kuch roz alag shaakh se reh kar</i><br />
<i>shaakh se toot kar yeh dard jeeye ga kab tak?</i><br />
<i>khatam ho jayegi jab is ki rasad,</i><br />
<i>tim-timayega zara der ko bujhtay-bujhtay,</i><br />
<i>aur phir lambi si ek sans dhuan ki le kar</i><br />
<i>khatam ho jayega, yeh dard bhi, bujh jayega.</i><br />
<i>dard kuch der hi rehta hai, bahut der nahi...</i><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-5083347104616286932014-12-15T04:42:00.001-08:002015-01-06T20:37:37.912-08:00Music!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sometimes, in my spare time I like to search good music. In these days you really need to search them and in that matter I've come across some of the beautiful Hindi songs which I guess are worth sharing!!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-71115092602911396312014-12-03T23:35:00.002-08:002014-12-03T23:39:02.701-08:00A grandfather wrote a letter to his newborn grandchild.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Here is the video where he gives invaluable advice to the newborn or you can simply read the text below also. Those who understand Hindi will get the message more clear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Dear munna,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">welcome to this world</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">this is a beautiful, lovely and amazing place</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">and you have been sent here to make it </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">more beautiful and more amazing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>who has sent us? No body has been able to know that till date</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>and probably its not even important</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">we all have a limited time here</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">and however we might have, it always seems less</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">there is so much to see, so much to know and so much experience</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">that you don't have any time to waste.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">possibilities are endless...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">you can become anything, you can do anything</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">you can change this world, try something new, everyday</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">try to learn and understand something new</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>doing it rather than regretting without doing it</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">because by doing something, even if you don't gain anything</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">you will gain experience, which is very valuable </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">it will prevent you from committing mistakes </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">but don't be afraid of committing mistakes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">because only those who do something, make mistakes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>take responsibility for your mistakes</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>and try to rectify them, forgive other people's mistake</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">and give them a chance to rectify it</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">No one likes to commit mistakes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">No one misbehaves on purpose</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">you don't know what's going on in anyone's life </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">so treat everyone the way you treat yourself</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">be lenient to others as you are to yourself,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">respect everyone, trust everyone </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">and most importantly, love everyone</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">love is very spare in this world and everyone needs it</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">you will need it too, don't hesitate to ask for it, don't hesitate to show it</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>life is too short to be shy</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>dance like there is no tomorrow, sing with all you heart,</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>eat as much as you can,laugh loudly and always cry like a baby</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">just like you were crying now.. on phone</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">only your body should grow old, not your heart</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">the day you loose your innocence, you loose your life</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>think about the future, but do not worry about it</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>think about past, but don't get lost in it</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">there will be good days and bad</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">don't boast too much when the days are good, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">don't loose hope when the days are bad</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">don't give yourself all the credit for your success</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">and never blame others for your failures</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>just keep moving forward, keep spreading happiness</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>and always remember, you have been sent here just for one reason-</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>to make this world, more beautiful and more amazing</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">lots of love... your Grandfather</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-18128710234347476322014-11-30T10:09:00.000-08:002017-09-05T13:14:07.572-07:00Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Beneath the starry sky,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="f0c3fc9f-474f-4c17-9113-c3d95f808b01" id="a48f8ea5-0aa8-499b-9a59-8c98cd5c085c">behind</gs> the closed eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="68514b55-7ae4-457d-91e7-d4e94260417a" id="981f9ab0-44d1-479f-bca8-91337a4aebce">Dream</gs> is what we see,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="28bec8bf-944f-41db-aa09-d28ac7301eca" id="9364c68d-5ebd-47ca-9d3b-732bbbb10b07">as</gs> we fall asleep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">In the silence of the night,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="0f1e4096-32b5-4a31-b9b2-a5619e6e2fc8" id="e6302c2a-bc8a-4443-a36d-0e0029a0fa20">our</gs> mind flies like a kite.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">We enter into a realm so peculiar,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="32cf87dc-ef4e-4d4a-938f-1ea12a5b1256" id="a8120189-dc31-4f87-b21f-7e2e35ee5401">anything</gs> can just appear.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Even when we asleep,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="e7ddcbc3-2625-4cbf-b890-be9fce0e3b11" id="45a39fb8-d940-4762-9ca0-ea44a4d3f234">our</gs> dreams don't sleep.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">In dreams, we own the world it seems</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="6d22f089-82c6-44db-98d5-4fae6acc9692" id="d30fb5b4-cfa2-40b2-8b40-920519bf73c9">so</gs> why can't we just live in dreams?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> - Avinash</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211252785659383429.post-90005687493480635042014-11-03T12:55:00.001-08:002017-09-05T13:15:31.164-07:00Ain't that just the saddest thing.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><gs class="GINGER_SOFTWARE_mark" ginger_software_uiphraseguid="bdc82e06-555b-4bb4-90b7-245fd46e7254" id="430695f4-8390-406a-aa5b-ffb1850b8137">Ain't</gs> that just the saddest <u>thing</u>. When an unfortunate event from the past stuck in your head like its never going to be erased and yet you always wish to forget it so badly.....</span></div>
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