tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33328890649761160122012-02-16T03:49:27.494-08:00कर्मण्ये वाधिकारस्ते म फलेषु कदाचना कर्मफलेह्तुर भुरमा ते संगोस्त्वकर्मानी॥ Every individual learns at his own pace and to the best of his ability "Never discourage anyone.....who continually makes progress, no matter how slow." – Plato "It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop" - ConfuciusMudit Joharihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08856589774057557954noreply@blogger.comBlogger311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3332889064976116012.post-52314010566806071132011-09-23T13:56:00.001-07:002011-09-23T13:56:39.771-07:00

He whose all desires are fulfilled keeps happy. His anger does not arise as he keeps getting the fruit of his actions. His irritability is minimal as he keeps getting what he desires. He does not expect the world to be fair and in some cases, is not fair himself. His expectations are set correctly and he is under no misconception. Why do people get angry? It is mainly because of unfulfilled

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On the night of 17th Feb I was really excited that I was going home and that I was going to buy my first camera. I reached Lucknow on the morning of 19th Feb 2011. It was a Saturday and my father left for office at 10 am. However, he told me to reach his office at around 12:15 pm and then we were to go to the Kodak shop. I took a bath after the breakfast, chit-chatted with my mother and it was

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My colleague Prashant who had married a few months ago had brought his wife along to stay with him in the guest house. When she arrived, she had also brought her Canon camera along which she mentioned when we were going to the Ghata Rani trip. This reignited the desire in me to buy my camera. I restarted my research on digital cameras. The time frame being considered here is from 11th Jan 2011,

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I did have an innate desire to buy a camera of my choice when I came to know about photography at the age of around 12 years. My father has three cameras, the latest one being a digital camera, Kodak M550, which he bought in May 2010. The other two are defunct now.  My parents were going for a trip to Gangotri.  On the occasion of his birthday and the trip, my sister and I asked him to buy a

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The Chaat and Golgappe/Gup-chup/Paani ke Batashe/Paani Puri of Royal Café are the one of the best (and the best for me). Whenever I am in Lucknow, I make it a point to have them. This time when I went in the winter, I was in no mood to miss them. On 4th January, when the temperature was as low as 3.60 C, my father was a bit reluctant. However, he yielded to my request. We did get ready in about

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For all those not aware of the desi term…it is called “Amrood”. It comes in the winter and is one of my favorite fruit. When I am in Lucknow, there is no dearth of fruits in my home. However, in Raipur, fruits were not easily found near my guest house and so I considered them as a delicacy. For about two weeks I had been sighting a hawker just a kilometer away from my guest house selling guavas,

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Watches have always fascinated me. But I won more clocks than watches. I won 3 wall clocks for the 2 attempts where I cleared the IITJEE along with mementoes. Don’t wonder how 3 clocks for the 2 attempts. I have won one wrist watch at the “Times of India” housie contest. It looks like time is the essence of my life. When I was in my final year of engineering in 2005, I was not so much interested

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I did bring the three containers to keep my stuff protected from ants. Little did i know that the containers were not airtight. The three container combo pack was wrapped in a transparent polythene cover and i assumed that the containers were airtight. I never once thought that such containers could also be manufactured for being partially airtight. I delightfully unloaded all my dry fruits in

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There could not have been a better Diwali. This Diwali rocked. The Gods were smiling and showering their blessings on my family. My sister and I got a new bed for our room. This had been pending for about a year due to one or the other emergency at my grandparents' place or within my family. My mother had left no stones unturned in sourcing this bed. The disposal of old bed was an even tougher

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Ants are a great teacher. There is so much to learn from them, primarily team work and strength in unity. However, my learning of was of a different sort. I used to bring some foodstuffs mainly dry fruit, chikki or even namkeen and keep it my bag or almirah, packed in a polythene cover. It happened more than 2 times that the ants were able to invade into the bag or polythene cover or the almirah

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There I was, looking at the facade of my dilapidated house. As i fixed my gaze on the ruins, i just couldn't imagine the wrath of nature that fell upon it. Thankfully, there was no one in it when it was struck by lightning. I had saved every penny of my earnings to build my own house. My parents who couldn't build a house even though they had the land alloted to them, had ultimately settled in a

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The last semester of my MBA course has much in store for me, except placements. The 6th and 7th February 2010 were reserved for a program called MANDI. I did not know what it was.  Rumours were that it was program aimed at enhancing selling skills of students who were supposed to sell some products made by an NGO. I have never liked selling. I was apprehensive that we may be evaluated on our

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IDBI’s recruitment exam for post of Asst. Manager was scheduled on 27th December 2009. My center was Chennai. Two other friends from my college were also appearing for the exam. I had a reservation in AC 3-tier dated 26th December. Piyush Singh had reservation in Sleeper class and Shekhar Saurabh had a waitlisted ticket. We all reached Chennai on 27th morning. I went to my friend’s house while

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11th Jan 2010 It was the eve of Sunit Chaudhary’s birthday. Marketing students had classes from 7 pm to 9:45 pm. Sahewala had gone to Ahmedabad to attend some business exhibition. Sumit Varma was attending the above mentioned class. The only one remaining in our group, who knew bike riding, was me. So Pandey and I decided to get the cake for Sunit’s birthday. As was the tradition, for every

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15th November 2009At around 8:30 am we stopped at Jog falls on the way. Partho switched to his tourist outfit, took off his sweatshirt, put on his cap, goggles and took his camera. The first photos of the trip were taken in front of Jog falls. The falls were located on the other side and there was a valley in between. We took a few snaps and then performed our daily ablutions. Now, it was time

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When I was in ITBHU, I was not pretty much impressed with the hostel food and the Maharaj (cook) whom we used to change every year as our hostels used to change. The mess was not a very clean place. There were wooden tables and benches on which we used to have food. It was the traditional system wherein the Maharaj used to bring in all the raw materials nearly everyday. This included, wheat flour

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14th November 2009After a long Saturday filled with classes & guest lectures, I went for a nap after evening tea. Little did I know that my group was planning for a trip to the Gokarna beach. The time table for next week was not yet finalized, so I had not even thought of something like this. However, the time table was put up on the hostel notice board at around 8 pm. The whole of next week was

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It was around 7 pm in the evening. The sun had set and it was dark outside. We were having drinks in a nearby café on the OM beach at Gokarna. The beach was damply lit by the lights from the café’s along the coast. Suddenly, I felt the urge to go and stand on the beach at a place where the waters just touched my feet. In no more than 10 minutes, the electricity went off and the whole beach was

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It was typical English weather, cloudy with drizzle on the 8th Nov 2009 Sunday morning. My roommate and I woke up at 9 am, it being a holiday. We had a light breakfast and came back to the room after collecting our newspaper from the hostel reception. I read a few pages and then dozed off. Meanwhile my roommate went to the room of our other friends. I woke up at noon, took bath and then completed

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I guess there are as many books on India by Indians as by foreigners. Few may have formed opinion about India even without visiting it, while others are curious to know about the land of snake charmers and test the validity of claims about India made by their fellow intellectual colleagues.In this book, Guy Sorman visits India and finds out how diverse is Indian culture through his travel to

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The last four lectures of “Merchant Banking and Financial Services” course... The professor, as usual, never taught anything. He used to give us topics on which we had to make presentations. This day was no different. We were given ten topics on which we had to make presentations. I had recently become the Class representative and was sitting in the second row from the front, after arranging for

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It is generally said that “First impression is the last impression”. Well, what about those shy and quite people who cannot cast a good first impression. There are people who have the fear of the unknown, who won’t open their mouth unless they feel comfortable about their surrounding environment. They may be brilliant but their shyness and reticence should not be mistaken as dumbness to write

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I am one who has many acquaintances but very few friends. In a way I shouldn’t be alone. But I am alone at times when I hate to be alone. There are sometimes when I just want any body to accompany me but I just couldn’t find any. From the time I stepped out of my home after class XII, I have been trying to find company for certain very important (yeah to me they are) events.I joined Electrical

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The real talent is being able to apply your skills even in the most adverse situation without FEAR, HESITATION or DOUBTAfter winning several archery contests, the young and rather boastful champion challenged a Zen Master who was renowned for his skill as an archer. The young man demonstrated remarkable technical proficiency when he hit a distant bull's eye on his first try and then split the

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It was 9 pm in the evening and we had finished another monotonous dinner at our canteen in SIBM Bangalore. Bikash, as usual, had become habitual to tea after dinner. As we were returning after his tea at the nearby "tapri", he suggested that we go for a walk. Shawnik and I were a bit hesitant but later we agreed. We sat down below a lamp post on one side of the road and started chatting. Shabri

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Love can consign us to hell or to paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. We simply have to accept it, because it is what nourishes our existence. If we reject it, we die of hunger, because we lacked the courage to stretch out a hand and pluck the fruit from the branches of the tree of life. We have to take love where we find it, even if that means hours, days, weeks of disappointment and

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I was wondering that it was going to be one more cliched Republic Day Celebration, the 60th Republic Day and 59th Anniversary of Republic Day of India (no confusion should be there about numbers). The ceremony was about to start at 7:30 am sharp and we were told to assemble at 7:15 am. There was a caveat imposed that those who were absent would have to explain the reason to the Director. Much to

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“Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men’s blood.”– Daniel Hudson Burnham

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It was the final year of my B.Tech in Electrical Engineering. In July 2004 we had to decide on our B.Tech project. My partner Gangesh and I decided to try something new instead of working on the project initiated by our seniors. We wanted to do a project on FPGA, something related to gates and logic arrays and how it can be applied to Power systems. The concerned professor already had one group

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"What is important is not how you struggled but how you reconciled and won." At this point in time, when i am 24 years old, I feel that the above statement is the essence of my life. After almost 3 years of struggle in my first job, when all doors had been closed for me and I felt almost stagnated, I am finally going for higher studies. It was an internal tussle as to whether I try to find peace

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Hello all typistHave you ever wondered how it would be if you closed your eyes, did not look on your computer screen and started typing? It is an amazing feeling. It will make you realize how people who do not have eyes have suddenly been introduced to other powers. If you close your eyes and type, the whole keyboard comes in front of you in your mind and you can imagine pressing the key you want

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