I met a girl at the bus stop!!!

This friend of mine, works in a software firm in Bangalore. He uses the public transport bus to commute to his workplace from our flat.He is a shy kind of naughty,innocent guy. Last week he saw a very pretty lady on his regular bus stop, when he was waiting on for his bus. She was also waiting for her bus.He was enticed by her beauty. When he returned to flat, he was ecstatic, could not contol his excitement about seeing that pretty girl. He told us that he has fallen head over heels for her, but dont have the guts to approah her.
Then again he kept seeing her on the same bus stop for three consecutive days.Every day he would come and say us yaar meri madad karo, mera kuch karo. We all flatmates decided to help him. We thought of a nice dialogue and told him that if he sees her the next day just invite her for coffee. He told that he cant do it, but we insisted, questioned his chivalry.Finally he agreed,but told still he cant do it. We told then your bad luck.
Next evening also he saw her, he didnt know what to do?? How to approach her?? Finally he mustered all his courage and went upto her.. He tapped her on her shoulders as she was looking on some other side..She asked him what he wants?? He was dumbstruck, didnt know what to say?? He was feeling that he was in his dreams. Then he pinched himself and said her.“ I have been noticing you for last few days, I think you are very pretty.Do you mind having a cup of coffee with me in Barista?? It is just round the corner. The girl was totally confused as what is this stranger upto?? She was speechless for few moments, then she said,“ Excuse me, I dont know you.Who you are n what do you want?? This friend of mine was dumb now, he was shivering down his pants, then out of blue he said, “ I am Nishant, what about you??“ The girl saw innocence in his voice and told, “ I am Anuva, but I am sorry. I cant go for coffee.” My friend felt that his chance has gone, he just kept her staring with his innocent eyes without saying a word.
Suddenly he said just a coffee, please DONT BREAK MY HEART, the girl could not say no to his childish innocence. They went to have coffee and my friend is very happy now. He meets her daily on the bus stop , and chat with her. We all are hoping that something works out for him..
Those four words,really cast a spell on that girl....

Can somebody empathise with me?

------------------- A Hostel Room----------------------------

They come, they live, they make their destiny and leave. What is left is the memories of those days? Euphoria, depression, ecstasy, agony, hatred and conspiracy I have seen them all. I have been witness to the ups and downs of their life.
A new occupant comes with his aspirations, dreams and fantasies. He cleans me up as I am going to be his abode for an year. Some of them put up nice posters of their favouriterock stars, players, actors, and actresses. Some put up deities’ posters and idols. Thus each one sets the mood of the place as per his wish.
Now begins the ordeal of new session. Some of them are followers of early to bed and early to rise, whereas there are few who are nocturnal. Some of them are “ I don’t care” type. . Life goes on suddenly the inmate starts getting books, notes then I know that exams are nearing.
He is getting ready very meticulously most probably going to meet his girlfriend.Today is his birthday, his friends are celebrating it with cake, cold drinks, wafers etc, each year I am witness to this.
All friends are assembling to go out most probably exams got over. He was fighting with his friends over the issue of basketball match played today.
Suddenly he was very depressed today, his girlfriend ditched him as he told his friend. He was cleaning today because the warden is on hostel checking round.
Now I see a lot of snaps being taken in and around. The session is coming to an end. The fellow hostel mates are taking the snaps together. Its time to bid adieu to the hostel. One fine morning he starts packing his stuff, rips off the posters from the walls, collects his baggage.
He is nostalgic today, he has spent one full year here .He has both sweet and bitter memories of this room .He leaves the room dirty for the new inmate to clean and make the place livable as per his taste.
Every year someone lives and makes memories for himself, but I had been witness to memories of all the inmates who have lived here, their mood swings, their highs and lows. I am nostalgic about each inmate who has lived here, each was unique in his own way. I am so full of memories that I want to share them with someone. Can u help?

This story really inspires the YOUTH OF INDIA

This story really inspires the YOUTH OF INDIA

Are we doing what Shaheed Bhagat Singh expected of us?

23rd March, on this day Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev and Rajguru were hanged. They gave their life for a reason, the reason being to give India a better tomorrow.No doubt India is doing good but are we doing things which Bhagat Singh expected us to do.
We today lack the patriotic feeling towards the country, the responsibility towards the society and to others. India today lacks a leader like Bhagat Singh or Subhash Bose who can motivate the country as a whole. We have not a single leader today who can inspire the nation. Though we find things happening in tit bits but they wont help much. Things like;
7 IITIANS tore their US visa after seeing Rang De Basanti
5 IITIANS formed a political party named Paritrana.
100 Bangaloreans took out a silent march to remember Bhagat Singh n all.
Jessica Lall murder case was reopened for trial.

We need a motivator, who can inspire the country as a whole, and then there would be no stopping in India's growth n prosperity.

Man in the Mirror

When you get what you want in your struggles for self
And the world makes you king for a day:
Then go to the mirror and look at yourself,
And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t a man’s father, mother or wife
Whose judgement upon him must pass?
The fellow whose verdict counts most in his life,
Is the man staring back from the glass?

He’s the fellow to please: never mind all the rest,
For he’s with you clear up to the end:
And you’ve passed your most dangerous, difficult test
If the man in the glass is your Friend.

You can fool the whole world down the pathway of years,
And get pats on the back as you pass:
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
If you’ve cheated the Man in the Glass

-Author unknown-

"Find a job you love, and you will never have to work again"

This statement by Confuscius is invaluable. I suppose most of us are not doing this, we try to love what we are doing. In this process though many of us adjust to the circumstances but those of them who dont adjust live a pitiable live. They may be successful materially and the society may look up to them but they arent satisfied. They want to break off the set rules and follow their passions.

Believe me people, if we do what we love really we would never need to work again.

A trip to Art of Living Ashram, Bangalore

On the day of Holi ,me and Atul decided to visit the Art of Living Ashram.This Ashram is on Kanakapura Road. I came from Airport Road to meet Atul at BTM Water Tank and from there we went to Banashankari bus stand. From BSK bus stand we got a State Transport Bus for the ashram. The bus ride was awesome.

The bus driver was on a high(not on spirits though), the ride was bumpy yet enjoying.We tried clicking few snaps but the camera was doing dirty dancing all along the way.

This is the main Mandap in the Art of Living Ashram, called Vishalakashi Mandapa. It looks awesome in the night though we missed it. It is really spectular. This snap is taken on the terrace of the Mandapa.

This is the pic of me and Atul outside the Mandapa.

This is the front view of the Vishalakashi Mandapa.

Try deciphering the picture. To give u some hint my dear friend Atul was trying hands on the camera to do something creative(Though we were in the LOO)...

Do we care for our parents after we are independent?

My mom only had one eye. I hated her... she was such an embarrassment...She cooked for students & teachers...to support the family. there was thisone day during elementary school and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. Howcould she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out.The next day at school... "Your mom only has one eye?!?!"...eeeee said afriend. I wished my mom would just disappear from this world. So I said tomy mom, "Mom... Why don't you have the other eye?! If you're only gonnamake me a laughing stock, why don't you just die?!!!" My mom did notrespond... I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt goodto think that I had said what I'd wanted to say all this time... Maybe itwas because my mom hadn't punished me, but I didn't think that I hadhurt her feelings very badly.That night... I woke up, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she as afraid that she mightwake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing Ihad said to her earlier,there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, Ihated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I told myself that Iwould grow up and become successful.Then I studied real hard. I left my mother and went to Singapore to study.Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too...Now I'm living happily as a successful man. I like it here because it's aplace that doesn't remind me of my mom. This happiness was getting biggerand bigger, when... What?! Who's this?! It was my mother...Still with herone eye. I felt as if the whole sky was falling apart on me. Even mychildren ran away, scared of my mom's eye. And I asked her, "Who are you?!""I don't know you!!!" as if trying to make that real. I screamed at her,"How dare you come to my house and scare my children!"GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!"And to this, my mother quietly answered, "Oh, I'm so sorry. I may havegotten the wrong address," and she disappeared out of sight. Thank goodness... She doesn't recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myselfthat I wasn't going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.Then a wave of relief came upon me...One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house in Singapore.So, lying to my wife that I was going on a business trip, I went. After thereunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house... Justout of curiosityThere, I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed asingle tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand....It was a letter to me."My son...I think my life has been long enough now... And... I wont visitSingapore anymore...But would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit meonce in a while?I miss you so much..And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion.But I decided not to go to the school.For you...And I'm sorry that I only have one eye, and I was an embarrassmentfor you. You see, when you were very little, you got into anaccident, andlost your eye.As a mom, I couldn't stand watching you having to grow up with onlyone eye... So I gave you mine...I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me,in my place,with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did..The couple times that you were angry with me.. I thought to myself,'It's because he loves me..'My son... Oh, my son... "This message has a very deep meaning and is passed to remind people of thegoodness they have enjoy was because of others directly or indirectly.Pause a moment and consider your life! Be thankful of what you have todaycompared to many millions who do not live lives as you do! Do spend sometime in prayer for your mum out there!

What would u say after seeing this?

This image evokes a very mixed type of feelings... This is infront of Intel India office on Airport Road, Bangalore




Photo courtesy : Daniel Sorid

This thought has been intriguing me since many days...

I wonder what is in Azim Premji or Sunil Bharati Mittal that they are billionaires today.It cant be sheer luck or fluke I wonder. It is more to do with having vision about things much ahead of time than most of us. More importantly working on making the vision materialise so that they create a niche for themself.
Sunil Mittal took a big risk of spending huge amounts of money in rolling out the cellular network when the returns were not lucrative.But he had a vision of the market 5-10 years ahead of the time.Premji is one of the starters of IT outsourcing concept in India.When India was still in license raj he took the onus of putting things in place for IT industry.
As they say, "Winners dont do different things, they do the same things differently".

Just a thought

I was walking down the approach way of my college.It was a sunny day and I was in very good mood.Last night only we had a debate in our hostel on the 'India Shining' brouhaha.I was strongly in favour of the motion.I was pondering over the whole discussion.

Then I saw a bullock cart approaching me,initially I thought it to be just a goods carrying cart.When I saw what it was carrying I was thought provoked.It was carrying few Pentium 4 computers for the computer lab.

I started thinking what a combination,Pentium 4,the fastest processor on this earth and
that is being tranported on the slowest means of tranportation.The superfast is riding on the slowest,just a co-incidence yet to me it conveyed a strong sense of self-belief.I suddenly had a very positive feeling about the whole thing.

To me the idea of 'India Shining' was really vindicated.We are probably realising how to run things in our way.What is applicable somewhere may not be applicable here.I think once we realise that every place has got its own set of problems and they are to be dealt in a different way.Nothing can stop us.

Whats the actual Indian history?

Hi Folks,I am under a big dilemma, as per my knowledge we have two theories of the origin of post Indus Valley Civilization India.First one says that the Aryans invaded the Indus Valley and later settled in northern and north-western part of India.So it is Aryans who are our fore-fathers.Second one says that it was inhabitants of Indus Valley only who shifted to the Ganges plain and southwards because of dire situation there. So according to it, the people from Indus valley are our fore-fathers.Well conclusively nothing can be said that which one is correct, but more weightage is given to the Aryan invasion theory.Should not the govt. be instituting a proper research of our history, I mean we dont know about our history but about Western history.
Pls comment.

Why is SEX a taboo in India

SEX, sshhh... dont say it loudly here,chances are u would be labeled as promiscous,immoral by somebody here.Why is sex such a taboo in the country of Vatsayana?Indians cant talk about it openly, somebody going beyond the so called moral boundary is ostracised in the society.
Sex is human being's natural instinct, society makes some rules so as to see things are within a framework.Why such hype and hoopla when two people have sex with mutual consent and without overridingfamilial relationships.I might have sex with my GF or an one night stand with somebody before marriage, I dont think I am doing something wrong.What is most important in a relationship is trust.
People outrightly reject discussing sex in public, now AIDS is spreading like a menace.Even if we keep being hypocrites and let things just run undercover,its gonna be worse one day.