tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75341696302031556822024-03-12T19:56:37.177-04:00The MIND Triviaand the journey of life!!!Pallavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17609645675577606124noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534169630203155682.post-32068320319098028142019-11-16T01:48:00.002-05:002019-11-16T01:59:05.608-05:00Hiking in Bay Area<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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"Every journey taken always includes the path not taken, the detour through hell, the crossroads of indecision and the long way home." - <span class="authorOrTitle">Shannon L. Alder
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Hiking is that one thing in my life that helps me look at the journey one step at a time. Some times it gets tough, many times one wants to give up, often times one despises the decision to even have started, the journey is never easy, but the reward is priceless.<br />
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I had never thought about bay area as much when I was in grad school. Although there is no other place like Silicon valley for a techie, I never thought about it much when I was surviving grad school. All I focused on was to do my thesis right, get good grades, find a job and afford a place to live by myself.<br />
I made it through the first three, but still couldn't get to the part of living without a roommate. And that was essentially how California welcomed me, or how I like to think!<br />
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My move was a pretty big one, not as big as Pune, India to Blacksburg, US, but I like to think it was quite significant. California surprised in many different ways, I have to start with Indian food. Spending my 2.5 years in Virginia and upstate New York, I had never imagined that we would get Indian food in United States. And I don't mean the fancy westernized Indian restaurants, I am talking about chaats and dosas and momos, oh wow! The first time I went to a south Indian restaurant in Sunnyvale and ate dosa, I felt like this is the best place on earth. But, there was more than comfort food that California had to offer.<br />
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It was early enough after I moved to the valley, I realized that this was the place to enjoy outdoors. I have always loved outdoor activities, I hiked the popular trails in Virginia and NY, and that was when I fell in love with hiking. Moving to CA was like heaven for me, did you know California is home to nine national parks. I am so proud to say I have visited 7 of them. But it is not just about the national parks, what gives me immense pleasure is the vicinity to variety of trails, parks, and mountains as close as 20 mins. My favorite trail in bay area is called the PG&E trail and it is 20 mins drive distance from my home. Can you imagine!<br />
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2017 was my year of hiking, I must have hiked biweekly early spring through fall. It has definitely given me a different perspective to think about myself as an individual. When I started, it was difficult, I did not have great stamina, every single time I went on a hike, within twenty minutes into the hike, I would question my decision thoroughly. I never gave up though, pushed myself minute for minute and it turned out always worthy at the top of the mountain and got me excited for my next mountain climb that very same moment. Hiking played a very important role when it came to generating awareness about my own fitness. I decided I have to work out regularly, build some muscles, and build stamina. If it were not for my hiking adventures, I would have not been able to convince myself to work out. Of course, I have read many articles and ted talks on how physical fitness helps you keep mental sanity. But, we all read stuff online, there are dozens of resources for every single thing one can imagine. It is extremely easy to read a book or watch an inspiring video and work towards driving a change in your life. Not for me. I will move mountains if I am convinced that I want to do it and it is going to work positively for me and thus, is a source of happiness. But, until I can convince myself about anything, I can be stiff as a rock. Hiking has been a driver of positive changes in my life and the best gift California had in store for me.<br />
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Lastly, if I would like you to take something from my rambles, it would be these three things:<br />
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<li>Find the one thing that you thoroughly enjoy</li>
<li>Make a commitment to it</li>
<li>And never say never </li>
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I would like to share some photos from my adventures on the trails. Come on, this is the day and age of Instagram, how I can write a post without photos. <i>Ain't got no time for reading :D</i><br />
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<img aria-label="Photo - Landscape - Feb 25, 2017, 11:47:41 AM" class="SzDcob" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/xIbPi50OcP70sx7zOF1qYCDf-vomyXAnYQZDPhG71PzAN6UMvDAMfzWAuXDKtmUXZr9C3aHZo9mPEsCsSCnMklAqx6Q7iEloRD-Yba9kdL2R1f8RuJo36aEmAHFGpV10AxYS_XuPePnqjzD9xYA2zmZVKt8k1TFoNw5QTbhtm7M2PNk69VbMlmkukn0OVXMTHx_BIBtProkTOCI0-4u_N-5M8BtLwjn4m5P4nAPceeahYyWOiIFxlbn2EcS-zRSVhCzlOqlpaF0okUEwQKnw6-n4yY2b2VUasz8Ik8LikQuHWX29r5CY74TuH19pvmiFlsTTnXX02xeJYCckfPhguKBM8BioyPwNzdgqIO65enaXWiaqK8g5bUOHmSA1WzhdBoM45ATvnurtsFr6drFgA3YtmxRWeMFOVf0sgZTCIenIFFCjnradbky8Y67z4EH6cmLFwr-HvbQSTtA8UWTayilw8HgaL1gw0Gg1y2C0vjlHdcczoGYs_1SEHWASvnKn7I0wSgTZWAH_ovKsklWMKBJvLlaqgRXoPJFCPx2Tj8rPl3MlXPyhU8xa1CSSgS9PZ9yvobE6MND7Y6iBuCRSM4wBI1Cm6xxEp34wP_4-rQzHiGRm7-lX2wiMcqip6SYd10XQ_oZKQJzwYp2xJS5f9EkJvmqttUFyIhSBo1byLydWfR3uMD8BtANK93y4feFRBzvB3yyTJnIWsmW66ybjS_wqwouPdKdZsA2Lpk3G0qgljNtN=w1816-h1362-no" style="transform: translate3d(0px, 0px, 0px) rotate(0deg);" width="640" /><br />
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<img aria-label="Photo - Landscape - Feb 24, 2018, 10:21:03 AM" class="SzDcob" height="480" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/MAGn0E7igO05NX54qY2bF2aGLSirjGuHlNeazfF9TKwVjp2HbEuphpGS3lb_IjLu304tekMyG0ygBtDYy62GPzm5VmnkHPKucgTt3BCpmIgtzkXP7PChCkCzbXYQXCiDDJKaGwgCbYQieFzxlZ95-r_ZSe8UKKFUzlHaMYWMleJ9EcPQNmfJpUU1w8ZoC9oiSeparwsrnqf9wQwA38TXEuvzuUjkG6Mfg-XnaA03clsyd6dsnn0JZrtOqIm-51icI9BlJKbJGb35C2V0juqti9szZAQLUHxNs7MVzBaVN14kTkqlpeyxXpYyPIjEMVweafU_XruR72Vl-zfkX80xdXyouOu4PXDh4HmH8rAxBSyBeWhw8pyiFp-JuyR37WF3lQxG1UIuI_8OtrgJttG36RHYmBtTTVSDoIjxQJay1i3Ji2JydmHDoU9nePrKNZeaSsdMbbpycW7jtjrIrHc0TImse87SzqInQEo7kllWgaxaAkVYNJHyiYT1sgSwNUGX1IKOAtyR7ulnk0fpSKRx4Ifi9xESH1i6P6btIW4VdOMdrxvJ261QQX92bs9oANFLbhzNjfdyJftMEI_zWQ_a2P7LMc05-3zZ1SCRz4SBgK4ugP0o0hotu7a1DH4eNXvqVBdy2-ddch11y9G0HR7FZmrN7MgrblByR-PaxE4haxeHPG_s16ejnUo8=w1816-h1362-no" style="transform: translate3d(0px, 0px, 0px) rotate(0deg);" width="640" /><br />
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P.S. Detailed posts to follow about some of my favorite hikes. Stay tuned.<br />
Keep calm and climb on!</div>
Pallavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17609645675577606124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534169630203155682.post-9473280549041491012015-12-31T19:58:00.001-05:002015-12-31T19:58:37.382-05:00A Happy Noo Year!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">With the New Year approaching, this is the time of the year with everyone talking about New Year resolutions. We are talking about exercising regularly, eating healthy, reading frequently, traveling to new places, finishing that one creative project we started and so on. Well, here is something I'd like to share with you all on this year's resolutions.</span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i> While everyone is busy making the to-do-list and promising themselves with the change they desperately want to see, I would like to take on a different view on this subject. Focusing our energies and goals on what <b>NOT </b>to do this coming year can really help in our well-being and definitely have a positive and fulfilling effect on our efficiency. As bestselling author Curtis Sittenfeld has said, “Politely saying no can free up astonishing amounts of time.” Well, as always, it is easier said than done.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />I call myself a dreamer, I like imagining my future, making a list of all the things I like to see myself doing and then taking a step forward to complete this bright picture I have painted for myself. And one of the biggest hurdles I face in achieving these goals is the discomfort/ the hesitance/ the incapacity to say "NO". Of course, in no way, I want to blame my failures on one particular thing. But, I do believe that the art of saying no plays a great role in accomplishing anything.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />One can be hard-working, have clearly established goals, priorities set right, but without understanding the importance of saying "NO", the person will always end up having a <i>busy life</i> instead of a <i>disciplined life</i>. So, this New Year's, let's focus on making a "Stop Doing" list in contrast to a "To Do" list. </span><br />
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<i>1) Do not accumulate thoughts, do not wait up;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One of the great things I force myself to do is not build resentment. When you do not like really asked about the same things repeatedly by a friend, spouse; do not let these feelings build up in your mind. Try to clear them up when you're calm and not fed up. This can save you from bottling up all those feelings that are eventually going to explode.</span><br />
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<i>2) Do not feel guilty about saying no;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">You just cannot say yes all the time. And we all agree that some requests are just too frequent, immoderate and sometimes plain inappropriate. Well, your friend might think it is reasonable to ask for some favor, assume things about you, or make downright decisions for you, but as a matter of fact, you may feel otherwise. True friends have to be open to a reasonable no and sensitive to each other's feelings.</span><br />
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<i>3) If they can't accept no as an answer, it is THEIR problem and NOT yours;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Some people can be just too demanding and will take you for granted. This will mostly happen if someone is used to hearing yes from you all the time, this person can have a very hard time accepting your no. You should be really firm about your decision in this situation.</span><br />
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<i>4) If you are unable to say no, find out why;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I feel this is really important, as some people including myself, just do not know how to say No. You might be thinking about the other person's feelings, doubting your own priorities, and sometimes misjudging the situation. It is really important to ask yourself "If it is all worth it?" and stick to the answer.</span><br />
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<i>5) Hold your ground;</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This is by far the most difficult task; you might be manipulated, blackmailed emotionally, flattered, coaxed into saying a yes. Always, look at the long term and short term effects of your decision. And, never give explanations, most of the times it won't work in your favor. Do try to convey your "no" politely with conviction, but do accompany it with a list of excuses/ justifications.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And on this note, I wish you all a very Happy New Year. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br />May this new year bring out the best in you, and give you the nerve to say "NO".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>Sometimes, I feel the voices fight amongst themselves. Today, they seemed to have united to examine me.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Everyday has something new waiting for us. We have plans and life has its plans. Everyone lives in their own time zone. A few people tend to be present hedonists, while most of us are future-oriented.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Life at 23 gives us a whole new set of questions as well as theories. The first thing to figure out is our own time perspective. We evolve with time, so does our time zone. In today's world we transform from the happy little breast sucking babies to world class future planners.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">It questions us about our very own self. Is life the way we imagined it to be? As I happen to mention in </span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><a href="http://neosenses.blogspot.in/2011/05/beginning.html">The Beginning</a>, </i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">we are keen to grow up as kids and we long to find the kid within ourselves as we grow up. The most striking difference between a child and an adult is Perspective. It so intriguing that one simple thing can be seen in two completely different ways. But we fail to appreciate the difference.</span><br />
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Pallavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17609645675577606124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534169630203155682.post-28085813659809117782011-09-30T10:27:00.000-04:002011-09-30T10:27:09.623-04:00LIFE<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"></span></span><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"></span></span></div><div style="color: #333333; line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"></span></span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Time goes by and memories remain..</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Eccentricity manifests as the future ensues..</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the world abides us to slavery and we urge for emancipation..</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">we know it all, the Games of our mind.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">but who will tell this tender heart, it is time.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><strong>What we want in LIFE?</strong> becomes the question of anxiety.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We forget the present and crave for that hidden reality.</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Who did know? What one really wants, it already has!</span></div><div style="line-height: 1.5em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Its simply the matter of perception..</span></div><br />
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</div>Pallavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17609645675577606124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534169630203155682.post-16202556841988569962011-05-05T15:28:00.005-04:002011-05-05T15:38:34.114-04:00The Beginning<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well in the midst of my exams, I had this thought, years back too I gave exams, so did everyone else. But there’s a big difference in what was and what is. I think I loved the subjects, the teachers or maybe was always somehow motivated by parents, elders. Today giving my engineering exams, the scenario has changed. Not that I didn’t want to take up engineering or anything of that sort, but something really has changed. We’ve grown up.<o:p></o:p></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Just remember the times when we were kids, how super enthusiastic and eager we used to be just to get older. Our age increased in fractions. I’m 6 and ½. I’m going to be fourteen. How much fun it seemed like growing up.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> But today I don’t feel the same. Turning 18 is fun. Actually its cool. Turning 21 is great. As exclaimed by people, yet to know what its like.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But later time just goes. And I just don’t like getting old.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I just loved my childhood. No reasons.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Actually honestly, my school friends will agree to this fact, about how shy, reserved, introvert was I, then! Today, I can frame it like.. exactly contrary to what I’m today. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> But today when I remember my childhood, I see it as how nice it was to have a few friends, everyone pulling your cheeks, being afraid of that uncle next door and when you enjoyed all the festivals (in true sense) and when it was so much just to assist your bro in his work and get yelled upon at the same time for it. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">How nice were the summer vacations, the days I went swimming (I LOVE swimming), the times I use to jump and dance in front of the cooler and play games with mom.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">B</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ut but but, growing up is something we can’t avoid. We could make it fun too. But the indispensable part of it is remaining young at heart. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">18 till I die…</span> ;-) B)</b></span></div></div>Pallavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17609645675577606124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534169630203155682.post-18384171310052071042011-05-05T15:15:00.001-04:002011-05-05T15:39:54.453-04:00Cartoons<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"><b>Wow</b></span>…. the word is wow.. One of things I miss the most about my childhood is the awesome <b>cartoons</b> I used to watch as a kid.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Cartoons as well as the tele-series.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The list is eternal..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It starts from alladin, mickey mouse, Donald duck, uncle scrooge, Duck tales, The Bugs Bunny show, Scoooby Doooooby Doo, DENNIS The Menace, tom and jerry, The Flintstones, Jetsons (remember..) The Adam’s (weirdest) family, Richie Rich, SpiderMan, NINJA turtles, Swat Kats, Captain Planet, Batman, Dexter’s Laboratory, Power Puff Girls (btw I’m ButterCup), Fantastic Four, Pokemon….<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And its wow…….<howl></span></i><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> And how can I forget <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-size: large;">Small Wonder</span>….the lovely little robot of the 80s. Awe-inspiring, short of any exemplary words. I loved it then and I love it more today..<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Pallavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17609645675577606124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534169630203155682.post-33887170725753384552011-03-12T13:29:00.005-05:002011-05-05T15:43:27.788-04:00If anything has to go wrong, it WILL !!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well, today was quite a day, starting from 11<sup>th</sup> hour preparation for the presentation to whole day of project work; i am left exhausted, a bit lost, more or less in some trance.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> A bit unusual daydream, I thought about a lot of events that have affected me lately, from the emotional trauma to the practical problems. I have tortured my brain like anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Today, somehow I could associate atleast one Murphy’s law with each of the thing pestering me. Murphy’s laws are really intriguing. Seriously. And this blog is about these amazing laws we live with.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">About its origin: <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;">they say if anything has to go wrong, IT WILL.</span></b> </i>How true, I say! This is what has been happening with me, from quite a time. <i><o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I find this correlation quite amazing. Have a look.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><i>Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse</i><i>.</i></span></b> Tried and tested. That’s quite a normal reflex applied to certain situations. But the lesson is things don’t heal with time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b><i>If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something</i>.</b></span> Of course, nothing is meant to be perfect and without friction. When you think, things are at their best, you are entirely, completely, thoroughly MISTAKEN. Just keep polling your behaiviour, nothing can ever be smooth sailing.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b>He who angers you controls you, therefore you have no control over your anger.</b></span></i> Hmm, people who know me know me as the most patient, calm, composed, soft person. I try my best to not lose my temper ever. But when I do, its time one could wish death better, but sadly the one who suffers immensely is me. Lesson- just don’t lose your temper. FORGET and FORGIVE. There are superbly awesome things waiting for you to invest your time and brain in!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> Talking about all this, the most interesting part comes is the Murphy’s technology laws. Our Sir talks all the time about it. Well very simple ones go like this, if your project examination is today, the project is likely not going to work like it did the whole week before.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You just can’t get enough of these.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Anyways, lets conclude this with the philosophy I believe, I have realized it’s all a mind game. I am so proud of this ingenious brain, and we all are trapped in its trivial moves. Sometimes its better to just stop torturing it, and of course I don’t want to die of alzheimer’s LOL <i>(they say risk factors include: history of head trauma and female gender)</i> :-D.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Be HAPPY. KEEP Learning.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: .5in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And yeah, don’t forget <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f1c232;">A knowledge of Murphy's Law is of no help in any situation. </span></b>he ha ha..</span></div></div>Pallavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17609645675577606124noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7534169630203155682.post-3908382287852222642010-10-28T03:30:00.002-04:002011-03-21T10:08:50.668-04:00Its PL time<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hey friends,</span><br />
<div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Its PL time, all engineers know the "essence" of this so called preparation leave but you all will agree its kind of vacations for us. And for all my Pune University mates, its not just a vacation, its the time called LIFE.</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Well this is my first blog and yes PL is the best time to come up with it. Actually PL is the time, when you can actually live your dreams. The whole semester sucks out your life and yes those creepy bunch of lectures you attend with teachers who are basically "<em>Dementors</em>", feed off your happiness and leave you in despair! But yeah you kinda enjoy it, and try to be optimistic about them, though just to pacify a bit of ego!</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Well, with me the PL story comes like this. I make all the plans of what and how abouts of everything i wished to do the sem, but couldn't. The planning is tremendous, nothing less to the big wedding planning, i say! I wish to leave no stone unturned, i have all my schedules, all activities listed down. Everything seems just perfect. But something has to be their with the PLs.</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The PLs arrive. I have everything finalized, all set. The only thing remaining is Execution. I'm put to test, and yes the results are just wonderful. Here it goes- Plans include morning jog, skating, a bit of reading ( have got all sorts of novels i wish to read) of course some time to study (its preparation leave ya ;p) then household chores, evening walk, painting, and yes Sleeping. But what actually happens is i wake up and i sleep. And the cycle just goes on. I wonder if its a vicious circle.</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have become so lethargic, so lazy , nearly allergic to activities. I seriously think there is some connection of this PL and universe. They conspire all this. I'm so real active all my semester days, infact hyper active and PL comes as a wonderful desire- one with rest, tranquility, self introspection time and bullshit happens and all just goes futile.</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> But surely PL has something very <strong>mysterious</strong> about it. It opens up to thee only when thee surrender to it !</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="margin: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> </span></div></div>Pallavihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17609645675577606124noreply@blogger.com2