<?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-7723602980000870781</id><updated>2011-12-01T20:50:15.717+05:30</updated><category term='Kavithaigal'/><category term='Valentines Day'/><category term='Days in Jamnagar'/><category term='Days in NPTI'/><title type='text'>MY LIFE, MY DREAM and A THRILL MARATHON</title><subtitle type='html'>This Blog Born out of My deep thinking, Inspiration and Encouragement from one of my best friend. I always share my thoughts with people i meet. Since this is blog i can empty my think tank and feel free with out wasting paper [Thank God I am not  directly and indirectly a tree killer ( Trees are also living organisms isn't it?)].</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Utopian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872733679761411609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eczHnGY4ftk/TteaiRz35lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wb9c0UJ4xyA/s220/a%2Bnote%2Bto%2Bsay%2Bhi.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723602980000870781.post-8019139699548867594</id><published>2011-02-16T01:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:08:51.532+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kavithaigal'/><title type='text'>கவிதைகள்</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;நான் தொலைத்த தேவதை&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VECdY_n8CJk/TVrgeLnVNyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Hmfi6FsGA24/s1600/love2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VECdY_n8CJk/TVrgeLnVNyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Hmfi6FsGA24/s320/love2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7723602980000870781-8019139699548867594?l=balajizworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8019139699548867594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/8019139699548867594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/8019139699548867594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='கவிதைகள்'/><author><name>Utopian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872733679761411609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eczHnGY4ftk/TteaiRz35lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wb9c0UJ4xyA/s220/a%2Bnote%2Bto%2Bsay%2Bhi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-baZVBsXEjKs/TVrbwslTLGI/AAAAAAAAAQc/CjB1z18z7mQ/s72-c/wallpapers_Natsuiro_No-Sunadokei_koi89.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723602980000870781.post-7592139974417127473</id><published>2011-02-16T01:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-16T01:08:28.286+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dear Friends,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wish you all very happy valentines day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am back to blogging after a year, with lots of&amp;nbsp; love for people around me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bo2UxOIgbAE/TVrUa1lbJ0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/1MFXX7YwZOc/s1600/thing-called-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bo2UxOIgbAE/TVrUa1lbJ0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/1MFXX7YwZOc/s320/thing-called-love.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Happy Valentines Day ♥ , Let the cupid's (Nambaluku Manmathan) arrow --&amp;gt; strikes every one's heart with loads of love. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &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/7723602980000870781-7592139974417127473?l=balajizworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7592139974417127473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/7592139974417127473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/7592139974417127473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day.'/><author><name>Utopian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872733679761411609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eczHnGY4ftk/TteaiRz35lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wb9c0UJ4xyA/s220/a%2Bnote%2Bto%2Bsay%2Bhi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bo2UxOIgbAE/TVrUa1lbJ0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/1MFXX7YwZOc/s72-c/thing-called-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723602980000870781.post-8387418528514293842</id><published>2010-01-14T16:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:51:07.636+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mumbai Meri Jaan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2E3IQEBVL0/S08L9dgoWRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RNKpff3vmC4/s1600-h/DSC01225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2E3IQEBVL0/S08L9dgoWRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RNKpff3vmC4/s320/DSC01225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When things were going smooth during my days in Jamnagar, I got a call for a better opportunity for India’s biggest power project from M/s TATA POWER Ltd. As I am also an ordinary man who is aiming for every chance of betterment in career. At last I cleared the telephonic discussion and I was asked to come to Mumbai for next level. I have booked tickets with help of a good travel agent. Luckily I planned my leave before I got the call; I started from Jamnagar to Mumbai on 27 DEC, 2009 by Indian. Reached Airport with high temperature and running nose because of fever, I am the last passenger to board. I managed time because airport is in my road. Reached Mumbai! I have felt it when the flights door has been open foul odour from the garbage and drainage of slums alongside of Mumbai Airport entering the plane. Immediately after I reached the guest house I got 2 companions from BALCO and started to roam in the streets of Mumbai visited Gate Way of India, Opposite of Taj Mahal Palace &amp;amp; Towers Hotel, Dalal Street Marine Drive, Sea Link and Nariman Point. Marine Drive called as Queens Necklace of Arabian Sea is beautiful when seen both from land and sky.Mumbai is much more greater than any city in India. Returned to room at 9 pm , With running nose and fever I didn’t prepare for next day’s interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723602980000870781-8387418528514293842?l=balajizworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8387418528514293842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/mumbai-meri-jaan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/8387418528514293842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/8387418528514293842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/mumbai-meri-jaan.html' title='Mumbai Meri Jaan'/><author><name>Utopian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872733679761411609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eczHnGY4ftk/TteaiRz35lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wb9c0UJ4xyA/s220/a%2Bnote%2Bto%2Bsay%2Bhi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2E3IQEBVL0/S08L9dgoWRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/RNKpff3vmC4/s72-c/DSC01225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723602980000870781.post-8206611124720726550</id><published>2009-10-14T03:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-14T03:26:59.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heading Back Home For Diwali</title><content type='html'>Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;I am back again to blogging, days in Gujarat is very good, its unbelievable that people here are concentrating on business and being entrepreneurs than being employed under an employer, think i saw a person ordinary man with just secondary school pass out is trading online. Here i learnt about the true meaning of entrepreneurship, check it out with "3 mistakes of my life" some lines regarding the business and culture in Gujarat, then after many obstacles and criticises i started strumming the Guitar, It was started on 27th September on vijayadhasami and auspicious day to learn any new art.I miss many good tamil movies, U people, My home and family. i am running for my progress with out seeing my watch,i work in shifts confused with timings,doing week long work,Even today i am doing my Night and next days first shift together with a brush, paste and face wash in my bag.My only sad thing is i am learning Hindi and Gujarati,since i am in shift i am most of the time alone in room, worst case no one to speak. i confused all languages and i am going crazy. Mein Pagal gaya.. ha ha ha. its good to go mad in a good way. I am taking of to TN today at 7 Pm, catch u up soon Guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Diwali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723602980000870781-8206611124720726550?l=balajizworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8206611124720726550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/heading-back-home-for-diwali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/8206611124720726550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/8206611124720726550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/heading-back-home-for-diwali.html' title='Heading Back Home For Diwali'/><author><name>Utopian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872733679761411609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eczHnGY4ftk/TteaiRz35lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wb9c0UJ4xyA/s220/a%2Bnote%2Bto%2Bsay%2Bhi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723602980000870781.post-8430354846848510144</id><published>2009-09-08T04:18:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-08T04:28:35.162+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Night Shift</title><content type='html'>Hi Guys,&lt;br /&gt;I am back, after i got settled with my job i was posted in VPCL Refiney Power plant and projects, the day came which i expected,to test my nocturnality, i am assigned with a week's duty in night shift, this is my first day, i managed to be wake till 2 am but i felt my eyes droop and drowsy, i slipped in some places bcos of sleep, then i found i am not really nocturnal in the work place. i had tea and some snacks to get some energy. After 4 am that is now when i wrote this blog, i lost my sleepy feeling, i felt active and energetic. the day one over still 4 more days r there for this tough acid test. I am eager to know the result of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"change is the only thing which never changes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding chage within the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Great Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723602980000870781-8430354846848510144?l=balajizworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8430354846848510144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-night-shift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/8430354846848510144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/8430354846848510144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-night-shift.html' title='My Night Shift'/><author><name>Utopian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872733679761411609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eczHnGY4ftk/TteaiRz35lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wb9c0UJ4xyA/s220/a%2Bnote%2Bto%2Bsay%2Bhi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723602980000870781.post-7551676904732287054</id><published>2009-08-15T14:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:50:17.709+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days in Jamnagar'/><title type='text'>I-Day</title><content type='html'>Hi, i am back, very happy independence day to all indians. I-day celebrations are not affected by swine flu.I m enjoying here in Jamnagar. Very near to our rival neighbour. Jai ho! India.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723602980000870781-7551676904732287054?l=balajizworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7551676904732287054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/7551676904732287054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/7551676904732287054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-day.html' title='I-Day'/><author><name>Utopian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872733679761411609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eczHnGY4ftk/TteaiRz35lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wb9c0UJ4xyA/s220/a%2Bnote%2Bto%2Bsay%2Bhi.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723602980000870781.post-7362977910583992415</id><published>2008-12-09T13:20:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:39:45.034+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Days in NPTI'/><title type='text'>Goodtimes in Orange City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2E3IQEBVL0/ST4lXNitrMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GWeh-3GAPG0/s1600-h/big+b++(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2E3IQEBVL0/ST4lXNitrMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GWeh-3GAPG0/s320/big+b++(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277696894027279554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My trip to the Orange City:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Last month from November 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I went for my training in Nagpur, The trip was wonderful. When we entered the city, we were greeted by the city bill board in the railway station saying “Welcome to the orange City of India”, oranges are cheaper but it was not as good as I imagined (may be out of season), I had spent all my money in eating, going on party(understand..) and purchasing. The city quite neat and clean than chennai being a small city it has full underground drainage and properly planned roads. Even though it has good roads, but god only saves the people from accidents, no one in the city respect traffic rules the traffic policemen being a spectator of the rule breakers, Then I want to say an important thing it is true that there is a mallu in every right corner of the world, in this please add tamilians too. The haldirams Nagpur is the head of its unit and the shop is good and rasagulla is great in haldirams. The Northindians have the habit of chewing paan and gutka, worst thing is even educated people who they look decent chew and spit the pan wherever they sit, even the professors who took class for me had paan in a small bag and keep on chewing them. I and my friends did have sweet paan only after the dinner. Maharashtra is also suffering from power crisis; we had class for only 4hrs a day, oh what a sad story power training institute suffering in short of power. We roam around the city lot of good looking girls, we 8 guys went for a park that is meant for couples, we were out soon since we don’t have a pair and situation there is sounding very romantic. In between we had holidays we went to two movies in the good chain of multiplex named Cinemax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Managed to get auto and things we need from shop by the Hindi which I know very little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Funny Trial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I must say a funny story I asked an auto driver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;for going to a mall about 10 km, he asked for “ek sow rupaya ka panch lok “ I asked for “pachis rupaya ka panch lok (I really meant for Rs 50) ”, he replied that better u can go by walking that’s what I understood , later we called for another auto and he somewhat knew Tamil he is a Sikh I asked the same to him then he said “ I can’t come for pachis and it meant Rs 25 and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;then he said that he said u guys are saying 25 instead of 50 , we said yes” and then we came to know that Pachas is for Rs 50 , we all laughed at our my mistake , thank god I learnt some numbers in Hindi . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The movies in cinemax:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Quantum of Solace:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style=" line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; I expected more from this movie, even though it was in hindi I wanted to watch, but everything is waste including the story narration, only the Heroine &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olga_Kurylenko" title="Olga Kurylenko"&gt;&lt;span style="color:windowtext;text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Olga Kurylenko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, first car chase and fight is good, it is not like a bond movie, Daniel Craig is good in action stunts but very poor in romance (a bond identity). Movie is average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dostana: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height: 115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: major-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Good movie to enjoy with friends (only), not to speak anything about the subject it handled but really the comedy and music is good. Especially Priyanka is very gorgeous and sexy. Movie is good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The worst thing what we faced in the train:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin; mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eunuchs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font: major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;– The people born out of god’s mistake. What we normal human thinks when we come across a Eunuch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latinfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We may feel pity about them, some incidents may make annoy, yes the reality is this they are also people but they make them self different from others by their activities. Few bad fruits spoil the wine; the same few eunuchs spoil the whole life of others too. They come across the passengers in the train forcibly getting money from them speaking bad words, will the Indian railway look after it ?, and how the people will tolerate this. Then how can the normal people show sympathy over them, I see there is something wrong in the fundamental of the Indian society. The government and NGO’s must give an alternate life for them and improve their living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Whatever the government do, we cannot change some people who are used to it and make them self lazy do not work but they need money for living. I think one third of the Indian population live like this. This is very bad and shame of our country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"  style="line-height:115%;Cambria&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-ansi-language: EN-USfont-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Greatest saying "&lt;/span&gt; No Power Is Dangerous Than No power"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; by Dr.Homi.j.Baba apt one for the present situation in India.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/7723602980000870781-7362977910583992415?l=balajizworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7362977910583992415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodtimes-in-orange-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/7362977910583992415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/7362977910583992415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodtimes-in-orange-city.html' title='Goodtimes in Orange City'/><author><name>Utopian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872733679761411609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eczHnGY4ftk/TteaiRz35lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wb9c0UJ4xyA/s220/a%2Bnote%2Bto%2Bsay%2Bhi.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2E3IQEBVL0/ST4lXNitrMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GWeh-3GAPG0/s72-c/big+b++(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723602980000870781.post-3383275238733198470</id><published>2008-09-19T01:12:00.022+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:33:04.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Fact From Chetan</title><content type='html'>Guys , i think every one might have read the chetan bhagats novels, his speech on maintaining spark in life and how to balance career and life is excellent .i present it for u here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center" style="text-align:center;text-indent:36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:18.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Copperplate Gothic Light&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Chetan Bhagat’s Speech at Symbiosis,Pune&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Good Morning everyone and thank you for giving me this chance to speak to you. This day is about you. You, who have come to this college, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure you are excited. There are few days in human life when one is truly elated.  The first day in college is one of them.  When you were getting ready today, you felt a tingling in your stomach. What would the auditorium be like, what would the teachers be like, who are my new classmates - there is so much to be curious about. I call this excitement, the spark within you that makes you feel truly alive today. Today I am going to talk about keeping the spark shining. Or to put it another way, &lt;b&gt;how to be happy most&lt;/b&gt;, if not all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Where do these sparks start? I think we are born with them. My 3-year old twin boys have a million sparks. A little Spiderman toy can make them jump on the bed. They get thrills from creaky swings in the park. A story from daddy gets them excited. They do a daily countdown for birthday party – several months in advance – just for the day they will cut their own birthday cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I see students like you, and I still see some sparks. But when I see older people, the spark is difficult to find. That means as we age, the spark fades. People whose spark has faded too much are dull, dejected, aimless and bitter. Remember Kareena in the first half of Jab We Met vs. the second half? That is what happens when the spark is lost.   So how to save the spark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Imagine the spark to be a lamp's flame. The first aspect is nurturing - to give your spark the fuel, continuously. The second is to guard against storms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;To nurture, always have goals. It is human nature to strive, improve and achieve full potential. In fact, that is success. It is what is possible for you. It isn't any external measure - a certain cost to company pay package, a particular car or house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Most of us are from middle class families. To us, having material landmarks is success and rightly so. When you have grown up where money constraints force everyday choices, financial freedom is a big achievement. But it isn't the purpose of life. If that was the case, Mr. Ambani would not show up for work. Shah Rukh Khan would stay at home and not dance anymore. Steve Jobs won't be working hard to make a better iPhone, as he sold Pixar for billions of dollars already. Why do they do it? What makes them come to work everyday? They do it because it makes them happy. They do it because it makes them feel alive&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just getting better from current levels feels good.&lt;/b&gt; If you study hard, you can improve your rank. If you make an effort to interact with people, you will do better in interviews. If you practice, your cricket will get better. You may also know that you cannot become Tendulkar, yet. But you can get to the next level. Striving for that next level is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Nature designed with a random set of genes and circumstances in which we were born. To be happy, we have to accept it and make the most of nature's design. Are you? Goals will help you do that. I must add, don't just have career or academic goals. Set goals to give you a balanced, successful life. I use the word balanced before successful. &lt;b&gt;Balanced&lt;/b&gt; means ensuring your health, relationships, mental peace are all in good order.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There is no point of getting a promotion on the day of your breakup. There is no fun in driving a car if your back hurts. Shopping is not enjoyable if your mind is full of tensions.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You must have read some quotes - Life is a tough race, it is a marathon or whatever. No, from what I have seen so far, life is one of those races in nursery school, where you have to run with a marble in a spoon kept in your mouth. If the marble falls, there is no point coming first. Same with life, &lt;b&gt;where health and relationships are the marble&lt;/b&gt;. Your striving is only worth it if there is harmony in your life. Else, you may achieve the success, but this spark, this feeling of being excited and alive, will start to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;One last thing about nurturing the spark - don't take life seriously. One of my yoga teachers used to make students laugh during classes. One student asked him if these jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious, be sincere. This quote has defined my work ever since. Whether its my writing, my job, my relationships or any of my goals. I get thousands of opinions on my writing everyday. There is heaps of praise, there is intense criticism. If I take it all seriously, how will I write? Or rather, how will I live? &lt;b&gt;Life is not to be taken seriously&lt;/b&gt;, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I've told you three things - reasonable goals, balance and not taking it too seriously that will nurture the spark. However, there are four storms in life that will threaten to completely put out the flame. These must be guarded against. These are disappointment, frustration, unfairness and loneliness of purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; will come when your effort does not give you the expected return. If things don't go as planned or if you face failure. Failure is extremely difficult to handle, but those that do come out stronger. What did this failure teach me? is the question you will need to ask. You will feel miserable. You will want to quit, like I wanted to when nine publishers rejected my first book. Some IITians kill themselves over low grades – how silly is that? But that is how much failure can hurt you. But it's life. If challenges could always be overcome, they would cease to be a challenge. And remember - if you are failing at something, that means you are at your limit or potential. And that's where you want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Disappointment' s cousin is  &lt;b&gt;Frustration&lt;/b&gt;, the second storm.  Have you ever been frustrated? It happens when things are stuck. This is especially relevant in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. From traffic jams to getting that job you deserve, sometimes things take so long that you don't know if you chose the right goal. After books, I set the goal of writing for Bollywood, as I thought they needed writers. I am called extremely lucky, but it took me five years to get close to  a release. Frustration saps excitement, and turns your initial energy into something negative, making you a bitter person. How did I deal with it? A realistic assessment of the time involved – movies take a long time to make even though they are watched quickly, seeking a certain enjoyment in the process rather than the end result – at least I was learning how to write scripts, having a side plan – I had my third book to write and even something as simple as pleasurable distractions in your life - friends, food, travel can help you overcome it. Remember, nothing is to be taken seriously. Frustration is a sign somewhere, you took it too seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Unfairness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; - this is hardest to deal with, but unfortunately that is how our country works. People with connections, rich dads, beautiful faces, pedigree find it easier to make it – not just in Bollywood, but everywhere. And sometimes it is just plain luck. There are so few opportunities in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, so many stars need to be aligned for you to make it happen. Merit and hard work is not always linked to achievement in the short term, &lt;b&gt;but the long term correlation is high&lt;/b&gt;, and ultimately things do work out. But &lt;b&gt;realize&lt;/b&gt;, there will be some people luckier than you. In fact, to have an opportunity to go to college and understand this speech in English means you are pretty damm lucky by Indian standards. Let's be grateful for what we have and &lt;b&gt;get the strength to accept what we don't&lt;/b&gt;. I have so much love from my readers that other writers cannot even imagine it. However, I don't get literary praise. It's ok. I don't look like Aishwarya Rai, but I have two boys who I think are more beautiful than her. It's ok. Don't let unfairness kill your spark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Finally, the last point that can kill your spark is &lt;b&gt;Isolation&lt;/b&gt;. As you grow older you will realize you are unique. When you are little, all kids want Ice cream and Spiderman. As you grow older to college, you still are a lot like your friends. But ten years later and you realize you are unique. What you want, what you believe in, what makes you feel, may be different from even the people closest to you. This can create conflict as your goals may not match with others. And you may drop some of them. Basketball captains in college invariably stop playing basketball by the time they have their second child. They give up something that meant so much to them. They do it for their family. But in doing that, the spark dies. Never, ever make that compromise. Love yourself first, and then others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There you go. I've told you the four thunderstorms - disappointment, frustration, unfairness and isolation. You cannot avoid them, as like the monsoon they will come into your life at regular intervals. You just need to keep the raincoat handy to not let the spark die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;text-indent: 36pt; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I welcome you again to the most wonderful  years of your life. If someone gave me the choice to go back in time, I will surely choose college. But I also hope that ten years later as well, your eyes will shine the same way as they do today. That you will Keep the Spark alive, not only through college, but through the next 2,500 weekends. And I hope not just you, but my whole country will keep that spark alive, as we really need it now more than any moment in history. And there is something cool about saying - I come from the land of a billion sparks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Thank You. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Chetan Bhagat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723602980000870781-3383275238733198470?l=balajizworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3383275238733198470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/fact-from-chetan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/3383275238733198470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/3383275238733198470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/fact-from-chetan.html' title='A Fact From Chetan'/><author><name>Utopian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872733679761411609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eczHnGY4ftk/TteaiRz35lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wb9c0UJ4xyA/s220/a%2Bnote%2Bto%2Bsay%2Bhi.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7723602980000870781.post-4454514172089628926</id><published>2008-09-12T11:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:09:09.371+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Encounter With Killer Bees.</title><content type='html'>Hi, Its my first Blog, How good it is if i write blog? , Yup,Finally The day Came i have done it.  Again i proved myself as Nocturnal .&lt;br /&gt;Always my Think Tank keeps on  Alarming me  at night time with good Thoughts, there is another time too when i have a warm shower.&lt;br /&gt;This Day 12/09/2008 Morning ( i must actually say a fine day ), I woke up bit earlier at 7:30 A.M (Too early for me!!),   i hesitated to go to class in NPTI [ National power training Institute by Ministry of Power]  but i gone, not to study but to play Carom in hostel after tea break. When i started from my home every one in my home are busy for leaving out for their work . Lethargically i started from my home at 9:45 A.M IST before i start  my bike my bike was in a near slip thank god i saved it from fall else i will be fired by  dad , I am supposed to be there at ( 9:40 A.M) after reaching my friend's house to pick up , we both reached class around 9:55 A.m IST, after Parking my vehicle we both started towards class  after few steps . i heard some sudden buzz over my head , AH !! The Panic incident occurred an army of bee soldiers started attaching me with their stings ( I Think it is some kind of Sting operation :-) )&lt;br /&gt;I started screaming , running towards department , crying for help , i that fraction of seconds My think tank acted like a super computer  ( Wah!! How great is good Embedding a super computer in each human) i am in search of Tank of water or Smoke , i started imagining about the deaths i heard by bee bites . i felt very sorry for my self because I am not a Smoker. i ran towards one of the office staff , he to started running at last got into a room  where the killer bees cannot reach me . They infiltrated into my T-shirt and i saw some stings struck in my head, hands and arms. After some time i became calm . I am always a savior i thought to save other guys from the bee attack but they are hurry in a to enter the class . Another guy of my class got struck with sting operation. We both were send to Hospital by the Institution authority, Injected with Tetanus Toxoid And Avil, returned back normally with pain of injection on my bum and No pain on the Sting operation areas. As Usual i played carom . Enjoyed the Day .&lt;br /&gt;i never thought my day will start like this at last my instinct turned to be the bee's killer instinct .&lt;br /&gt;Today what i learned is between Life and death . Finally wanna say this bee's feed on nectar of flowers , it struck me this day So How CHo Sweet I must be ? ,( Am i Cho Sweet?) . That U guys must say .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Saying&lt;br /&gt;Management Fundamental -&lt;br /&gt;"If u do not like any rule, just follow it reach  the top and change the rule."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7723602980000870781-4454514172089628926?l=balajizworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4454514172089628926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-encounter-with-killer-bees.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/4454514172089628926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7723602980000870781/posts/default/4454514172089628926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://balajizworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-encounter-with-killer-bees.html' title='My Encounter With Killer Bees.'/><author><name>Utopian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17872733679761411609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eczHnGY4ftk/TteaiRz35lI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wb9c0UJ4xyA/s220/a%2Bnote%2Bto%2Bsay%2Bhi.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
