The Secret Power

Probability: the possibility of occurrence of an event.

Few days back I made an interesting observation about all things that are most desirable and most sought after. All these things have one thing in common; they all have very less probability. Their possibility of occurrence is very less.

I can site millions of example from our daily life that we desire and has very less probability attached to it. There are many cuisines and dishes to satiate your belly but the probability of not putting up weight and fat after having them is very less. Finding a beautiful female but probability of finding her with ‘uncommitted’ status is very less. Leaving a chapter from the syllabus of exam and probability of finding not a single question being asked from it is very less. Examples can go on increasing, but the probability of their occurrence remains the same, negligible.

On similar lines the probability of you succeeding in task that is totally new and have high complexity is very less; still we find new inventions being carried out almost daily. You can see people setting up exemplary standards and new records for the generations to come and taking your thinking to next level.

Ever wondered how does even less probability does not effect the mind of the great people?

Or what kind of special power is present in universe that fuels the mind of the people that they overcome every difficulty and raise themselves to each and every challenge?
I don’t know what this special power is where it is present but this power makes mind body and soul take up every difficult situation and conquer it effectively.

Whenever you will introspect your biggest triumph you will definitely find in a toughest situation or final frontier that stood between you and victory and your probability of succeeding become were less but still that secret power made you pass the entire difficult situation effectively. That secret power made you work for more than 17 to 19 hours daily whereas we normal get tired after 10-12 hours it made skip your meal and concentrate on your work whereas you normally get hungry after 5-6 hours of work.

So what is there that you cannot see but becomes you sole partner in overcoming the difficult situation? How this secret power automatically reaches to you in time of need and how does it is able to get you exactly whatever you want very badly?

Ps: please do share you thoughts and leave your comments .
Rajdeep Singh

Jahan dana wahan khaana

It was this old adage that made conversation interesting with one of my family members few days back. How human being constantly toil to earn his livelihood but he is never sure of where his bread will lead him. In an amazing argument, that served as a great entry point to the labyrinth of how actions leads human to livelihood, my uncle concluded that captured criminals in jail has their “Dana” i.e. food placed over there that is why they commit crimes then they are caught and fed out there.
The crux of the matters is "Jahan dana wahan khana" where your livelihood/food resides you will automatically reach out there. In an optimistic mood he emphasized that we should be grateful to GOD for not scripting any form of illicit way for leading us to the livelihood.

Rajdeep Singh
Picture by: Tanveer Jubbal

Appreciate

Today, I want to talk about Appreciation. Some of my friends may find the content very obvious, but I would still like to write for myself and for my friends for whom it’s not obvious. Nobody is unaware of the fact that everybody loves to be appreciated. Everybody dreams of being famous and appreciated by others. Like every other person, I also love being appreciated. Though I was aware of word appreciation, but experience has showed me the real importance of appreciation. Appreciation holds importance in both personal and professional life. If we are working in a team, we should always try to appreciate our peers and sub-ordinates. Believe me, it does wonders. Though many of my friends already do this, but who don't should start doing this and observe the difference.

Even in the personal life, one can observe the importance of Appreciation. Most common example is appreciating your date. I must say that girls love to be appreciated and pampered. Though it’s an age old trick to impress a girl, but it still works today. But be aware that this trick may not work always :). Appreciation always disperses positive energy and boosts a person's morale.

But appreciation should not undermine the importance of facing and alleviating one's weak areas. One should be diligent enough to make a difference between a positive appreciation and cajoling done for someone else's benefit. So friends, appreciate others and enjoy being appreciated. I hope you guys enjoyed the read.

Chalo guys, bye for now. Will try to make entries more frequently. And ya, to add, this entry is a result of appreciation only :).

Deepak Datt
Blog : http://www.iamthecoolestguy.blogspot.com

A 'Pen'chant

This is the second time I am trying to write something. My first attempt got nice reviews which, along with some prodding from my friends, prompted me to write this one.
As I prepare to write this, one question keep coming to my mind perennially, why am I writing this? I am not sure. But I have come up with a list of reasons that could sound palatable to you, even if they don’t, by the time you read them, you have read them and that’s what they were written for!!!
Anyways, here goes the list:

1. A soothsayer once told me that I will have a good future with pen and paper. May be he wanted to tell me that I should open a stationery shop and hit upon teenage gals who come there with their mummies to buy lunch boxes and drawing kits. But destiny had some other plans for me.

2. My friends have been flogging me for past one month after I wrote the first piece.“You keep licking all these big books and newspapers all day, why don’t u write something on your own”. “Arre likho na! bahut achcha likhte ho tum” “Aajkal free hi to baitha hai be, likhta kyu nahi kuch saale!!!” and blah blah blah. They don’t understand that you rarely find interesting stuff that you could copy- paste and write your name under it, without getting caught. ;-)

3. Everybody is writing or should I say ‘scrawling’ something. Blogs, Forums, Reviews, Stories, Novels etc etc. It has become a widespread beemari now. So what the hell are you waiting for? You gotta write something. No matter if it finds any readers or not. No matter whether it makes any sense or not (like this one)? But you have to keep the bits and bytes of the Web flowing. And today there is no dearth of issues. From ‘Shoe hurling’ to ‘Hair Curling’, from ‘Badhti aabadi’ to ‘Rakhi Sawant ki shaadi’, from ‘Slumdog’ to ‘Your Girlfriend’s Dog’, you can write on anything. You just need to have a computer with MS Office installed and an operative key board. And, some idle time to kill.

But as I was writing the above crap, I wonder what goes on inside a writer’s mind, and by ‘writer’ I mean respected authors, not the random ramblers of the ‘www’ (World Weary Weirdos) family who daily tell the world what color of underwear they wore last day and with whom they slept last night. I am talking about Dan Brown, Robert Ludlum, Sidney Sheldon, Salman Rushdie and others of the their ilk. We appreciate them. We marvel how they could write such amazing, weird and convoluted fantasies in such simple manner, which we can never imagine in our wildest or wettest dreams. They address an unknown face when they write. They might have never thought that they would ever see or meet a guy like you and me who are going to read their work. They write just for the love of it. It’s not a profession for them, it’s their passion. They play God. They create lives, situations, vivid characters, unimaginable places, grotesque tragedies, shocking accidents, innocent love affairs, scandalous liaisons, incomprehensible relationships and what not. They say what everybody knows but a rare few could express. They can take you to the darkest cesspools of the human psyche in one chapter and can elevate you to the most sublime heavens in the other. They can help you straighten your life without even knowing what kind of shit u r sitting in. They could transport you into a different time zone and makes it so believable that the real world seems like a fantasy. They can screw your mind badly with the sordid details if you are not holding the reins of your conscience properly. They have the power to ‘change’, the most difficult thing to do for a human being.

They must sense a feeling which only can come after ‘creating’ something; I choose to call it ‘glory’. A mother’s feeling after giving birth to a child. A child’s feeling after building a sand castle. A painter’s feeling after completing a canvas. A S/W developer’s feeling after finishing the code. (Ok, Not that one. It’s somewhat closer to the feeling of a bull after slogging through the field enduring the heat and the hunter of the farmer all day long).

But yes, you gotta admit it that it’s a craft, kinda magic, which is innate. It takes years to write a good book. And an untiring will too. Shantaram took a good 14 years of Gregory David Robert’s life, not to mention the other trials and tribulation which he had to go through to get it published. Fountain Head and Harry Potter’s manuscript was rejected by 12 publishers. J.K. Rowling had to even change her name from Joana to J.K. because her publisher Bloomsbury feared that the target audience of young boys might be reluctant to buy books written by a female author. Today, these books are cult. So the moral of the story is –

“Don't get discouraged; it's usually the last key in the bunch that opens the lock.”

Similarly this piece may get trashed by many, but I will still keep writing. Because you never know which kick will wake the dormant genius inside you.

Signing off now, but keeping the lines open for kicks and kudos. Jai Ho.

Avinash Verma

Everything

From the very beginning to the very end...

Of good bad and evil... and of that perfect blend...

At most times we forget what is Godsend...

And instead.. tend to follow the trend...

It's easy to loose way... follow something that is partly Grey...

We love to play and forget the pray...

In the moment of our dismay...

we do sway away...

At times it may sting...

At other times it may feel as if you can fly with a single wing...

After winters, like the season of spring...

Only he can push your swing...

because he is the one...he is your EVERYTHING...!!

Mehtab Ahluwalia

Twinge to unearth completeness

I pen this down with thoughts running wild in my head. I have questions that are unanswered and I hope they will remain at that.

I believe in God and his creations, but I doubt the intentions of his creations.

When did we get the power to decide what is wrong or right?
When did we mere mortals get empowered with the authority to criticize someone else’s life and their decisions?

Why does everything in life have to be so calculated?
Why do we have a sense of paranoia of loosing what we have?
How come someone else’s life becomes fodder for gossip but when it comes to your’s your hurt?
How come life’s become so twisted the its getting harder day by day to untangle it.
When did we stop living our lives and started running after it?
I am told that the reason we have categorized things as good or bad is cause we want to find a pattern in our lives. That these patterns give us a sense of security and that these bring us some sought of solace. But I do not want these designs, do only definite patterns make a pretty picture.
Why were we stopped and told to colour within the lines?
When I see random splash of colours I see madness, nothing about it looks wrong to me but it is not acceptable.
Love is pure and forgiving, and it is supposed to be the most honest sense of feeling.
But how did it get categorized, why did we give this amazing feeling names and termed it as relationships. When you see a baby you just love that child, that love has no name, there are no expectations. I wonder if God Almighty had ever thought of all this when he instilled in us the ability to love.
Why can’t love remain pure with no give and takes?
When I look up to the sky I wonder why is it that it seems so different during the day but it is filled with riots of twinkling dots during the night. We have the same eyes don’t we, but we don’t see those shimmering dots during the bright daylight.
That’s how life is. Everything around is the same, but we just see it differently at different times. We say people change, things change but in reality I believe that everybody starts perceiving things differently to meet their needs.
I don’t seek answers cause I believe no one has them, cause when someone does answer you its their way of comforting themselves. I want to break out of norms and soar away, may be I will, and may be I wont. But no one can stop me from hoping cause I believe there is something called ‘leap on faith’ and that is where my hope lies.

Anonymous

Disappointment

Never thought of writing this, but may be the failure and disappointment make you susceptible to all this and inheritance of loss pushes the mind to the state where almost every moment defeat is palpable. The mind is hallucinating of losing even if you are on the brink of pulling something extraordinary. It is just like the vicious cycle, you create the bad habit of losing and suddenly this bad habit start governing your life.

Losing affects the mind in such a way that whatever is happening in and around you conspires to you in branding you as the loser in every small thing. Right from beginning we all are programmed to win, that is why we fail to behave normally when the failure catches us. Strength does come in time of adversity but we are never taught of how to handle it in our life. Inability to handle adversity along with the outflow of the emotions blinds the thinking eye and we are not able to comprehend for what should be done next.

Alleviating yourself from the pain of failure takes a lot of fortitude and commitment. But these two key ingredients are always absconding at the time of need, maybe their absence prompts failure. We do get so much fed up from failure that every clichéd activity we indulge in, we want to change it without realizing the major causes and extent of failure. We fail to analyze one failure and soon we get attacked by another one, it is just like failure begets failure.

However the truth is how we conquer adversity effectively without being taught of how to handle it, is what create the difference between winning and losing. Taking up the challenge to renovate one losing habit and polishing other one to an extent that it overshadows your weakness in tough times makes you winner.

Ps: If you aim for losing in life, you can be a winner by simply losing. If you fail to achieve your aim you cannot be a loser either.

Rajdeep Singh

Bench (DE)Pressed

To start with, I am a S/W engineer…by chance. I never wanted to be one. As a matter of fact, I am still not sure what I ever wanted to be. It just so happened that I became a part of this S/W industry. Its not that I am repenting it now because I don’t know what I ever wanted to, can, or would do with my life. I don’t seek anything. Life is like an ever flowing river and I am flowing with it trying my best not to get drowned. This job is my ‘Tinka’ which has kept me afloat for the past 2 years. But, this ‘tinka’ is now not that much supportive as I thought it would be (courtesy the Lehman and Raju Brothers Inc) when I clung to it during the turbulent times of my life (final year of my engineering when I needed a job as badly as someone needs a place to attend the nature’s call when compelled by a full bladder).
This industry has taught me a lot many things, sitting idle and doing nothing for months is one of them. It even pays you for that. Who else in this world will pay you 500-800 bucks daily, along with free breakfast, lunch and evening snacks, for:
1.Booking online movie tickets and taking their print outs from the office printer.
2.Doing train/flight reservations. ( a guy in my office has actually put up a rate list for ticket reservations through net)
3.Watching ANY movie with a hot cup of coffee at your desk.
Surfing the net.
4. Orkutting (Using Proxies, Its a unending war between the n/w guys and employees. Tum ek band karo, hum doosri layenge).
5. Reading news papers, novels and what not in the office.
6. Chatting …
and many other things that u couldn’t do gratis outside the office.

But all these things, after a while, stop giving you the delectation you experienced when you started off with them. After sometime you start feeling that all these things are only adding to your ineptitude in some way or other.
After a while your heart starts pining for work.
This is a situation like you are sitting inside a car. The interiors are dimly lit by the refulgent yellow light bulb that is smiling feebly on the top of your head. Your car might be in a tunnel or cave or a subway. You desperately want to see the road ahead but you can’t. Everything around you looks blurred. The windscreen is wet with morning (or evening) dew. You don’t know which hour of the day it is. You don’t have a watch. You want to reach the windshield to wipe the haze but you can’t. The moment you stretch out your hands, your seat slides back and make your hands shorter than the distance between you and the screen. You can’t see any ‘Wiper’ button on the dashboard. There is a CD leaning against the dashboard. You don’t want to play it bcoz you have already listened it to death. You have newspapers and magazines spread all around you. But you have read them all. You try to unlock the doors. They are jammed. You don’t have the engine keys. It’s like a bad dream.
You are sitting there, incapacitated, waiting for someone (maybe your PM or Boss or anyone with a superior authority) who could take you out of that stinking shithole. But they too are helpless. The keys have been snatched away from their hands by this Recession. You don’t know for how long you have to ‘just sit’ there.
You hear the staccato buzzing of the vehicles driving past you. You look out from the side windows. You notice the same people inside them who were there trying to fire the ignition when you drove past them. They are overtaking you now, waving smiles at you. You manage to hurl a smile back; the one which a runner up gives to the winner.
You ponder, Is this why they taught me to drive a car? You know that you can anyday drive better than many of the jerks overtaking you. But you have to wait with a clenched heart and a frown-creased forehead for God knows how long.
It feels like you are shooed to a brothel after being castrated. This phase, in a S/W engineer’s life, is called ‘Bench’.
Signing off now, but keeping the lines open for brickbats and bravos. Jai Ho.

Avinash

Long distance relationships: The beginning of the end

This post is merely an expression of my utter disregard of established institutions and a lose attempt at propaganda. My knowledge and experience on the subject are highly disputable. Anything I say can and should be put under industrial grade microscope. I will base my argument on observations - clearly this is not a subject for theorists.

The dynamics of long distance relationships have intrigued sociologists for centuries. Right from the time of Newton and before, people have been trying to figure out how do long distance work or to put it bluntly - how and why do they not work. The two most important factors determining the course of a relationship are trust and honesty. Put them together in a blender with a lot of seasoning called 'understanding' - perfect recipe for a healthy relationship eventually consummating into marriage. If any one of the ingredients is missing - then it becomes a recipe for disaster.

Trust. In my definition - trust means absence of doubt, not even a shred is allowed. Both should be able to trust each other - even on the edge of vulnerability. The x number of months/years that you spend together before the relationship becomes long distance should serve you in understanding each other. Behavior is extrapolative - you should be able understand your partner in such layered depths so that you can confidently forecast how would the partner react in situations which test the foundations of the relationships. Lack of trust gives rise to insecurity. Insecurity brings out obsession. And it’s all downhill from there. No matter how much one tries to fix it or make things right, if there is lack of trust from one end then that relationship is already headed for the gallows. The interesting thing is that trust always sits on an unstable equilibrium. And the unstable nature of the system all around that one equilibrium point makes it all the while hard to actually get there. Once you get there you hold it there nice and tight. You do not let your imagination or perception disturb it. Neither you allow others to disturb it for the sake of their vested interests. But if some incident of mammoth proportions does infact disturb it then its hard to get it back, infact impossible in some most cases

Honesty. Your partner should know you as intimately as you know yourself (or even better than that). Being honest is not the same as feigning honesty - that is even worse. Truth should not be at the behest of convenience or motive. Truth should be pristine even if it gets you into little trouble (alcohol indulgence, partying habits, courtship propositions to name a few areas of thin ice). If the foundations are strong, I am sure you would be able to get past any disagreement or argument which may result out of the revelation. If the foundations are shaky, then you will know where you both stand and either you can build it more strongly or you can move away before any irreparable damage is caused on either side. Talk to your partner; discuss every little thing that you go through everyday. Make sure that the partner does not feel 'distant' in any way. Live each others' life alongside your own.

Understanding. In simple terms, if you are able to answer every single question about your partner that starts with a 'Why' then I would say you have perfect understanding. Exchange of information is important and the previous two factors take care of it but the tricky part is how much you know your partner based on the things he/she tells you (honesty) and your own intuition (trust).
If a relationship is strong on trust and honesty but somehow the partners do not fully understand each other then the relationship is in an unstable equilibrium. You would feel that everything is mushy and rosy unless one silly little incident triggers off a catastrophe. Everything will come falling apart even before you can utter WTF ! A chain reaction could initiate which would easily knock out either the trust (you might start to get suspicious) or honesty (you might start feeling in obligated to share everything)

In the end I would like to say that if the arguments presented above reek of undesirable complexity or create nausea then just stick to the tried and tested basics - have good sex whenever you meet. Ring his/her bell so well that the partner has no desires to look elsewhere.
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Sarabjeet Singh

Resting in Peace.....

I opened my eyes to find heavy air enveloped all around me. My heart was pounding like anything. I could feel my young blood gushing through the arteries as if carrying some secret message from the heart to the ever working busy mind. The message was clear but still I couldn’t comprehend it. Its meaning was there, right inside me, I could feel it, sense it but couldn’t understand it. I was running away from someone or maybe something. Sweat on the smeared forehead was conspicuous enough to raise the brows. I was panting hard, and was about to collapse at any moment. The air was feeling a lot damper and was making me uneasy. Breathing was becoming much harder and painful. But I was helpless, unable to find my hands as if they didn’t exist. There were dense clouds of smoke everywhere around me, crushing my lungs with full force, squeezing out whatever little air was still present inside them. The pain was becoming unbearable. May be I lived to deserve this punishment throughout my meaningless life. I could hear voices, hundreds of them around me. They were telling me something or may be giving some sort of advice I didn’t wish to listen to. The voices were present everywhere, cursing me for ruining their lives. Suddenly everything had started making a bit of sense. Although I was still struggling to fathom the sad scene around me, but some part of my brain knew that this day could not be averted. It was always coming. It had to come.

It all started when I had taken that first puff boasting of the fake sense of pride it had given me. That comforting moment in the stairs of college had given way to this excruciating pain on the hospital bed. Deafening beeps of the ventilator were echoing from the infirmary’s blank walls, and were piercing through my ears like a needle pricking my flesh without any noticeable resistance being offered by the body. I was just lying there burdened beneath the remorse for those innocent people in the car parks and bus stops, that I had unknowingly snatched a part of their healthy life away from them, just for the sake of satiating my addiction. Now it became all clear to me. I had no right to interfere in their lives in the manner I did. Why didn’t I stop? How could I allow myself to carry on like this for years? A sense of sorrow filled my heart and tears ran down my cheeks past the closing eyes. I let them close and let myself die, repenting for the deeds I had done. And then the final words somehow made their way through my dry lips craving for water. ‘I AM SORRY’ is all I could say to all those voices and breathed my last.

Harpreet Singh

The art of making scrambled eggs

Life leaves you at crossroads many more times than you might envisage, sometimes with a daunting task - 'how to make perfect round omelettes in small pans'. The shoes of an average graduate student might not be as difficult to fill as the task at hand. You begin to undergo a slow transition that starts from a student and ends with a responsible adult. And all through the period, one thing sticks with you more than it sticks on the pan - the omelettes. A typical American breakfast you say; quintessential for all the proteins as against the paranthas we all take for granted back home. But one thing I have come to realize as my first year of grad life approaches its mid age - it’s almost impossible to make perfect round omelettes in a small pan. Always I have many things to look forward to during the day, but it’s the one thing that annoys me right at the start – when my omelettes messes up in the pan and I end up with scrambled eggs. Many times, I have tried – I have been careful, I have flipped it nicely, I used the blade spatula but nothing works and I end up eating scrambled eggs everyday. You don’t always get what you plan for. I have had my share of omelettes and I have had more than my share of scrambled eggs. But I have learnt to live with it. The scrambled one looks different but deep down it’s the same shit. In fact now I don’t even try for an omelette anymore. I blend the bastard as soon as it starts to harden. Pragmatism has replaced dreams. And in the end that’s what it is about – omelettes and scrambled eggs. Either you chose to strive for that perfect round omelette or you make your peace with whatever that doesn’t stick on the pan.

Sarabjeet Singh

The Thing About Orkut

According to an interesting survey, the first thing that most office-goers do when they log into their system is open their social networking account/s, with Face book, My Space and Orkut ruling the roost. Let me clear the air about my own networking habits. I was on Hi5 a while back (when the idea was quite novel), and soon thereafter upgraded to Orkut. I purposely resisted repeated requests from friends and family to join Face book, although I was warned that ‘you are a non-entity if you are not on Face book’. I’ll gladly wear the garb of anonymity, thank you very much! I’m pretty clear about accepting “friend requests” only from people who are my friends or at the very least, acquaintances. My privacy settings are so fine tuned as to give access to only those who are genuinely my friends. Despite all safety measures, I feel certain “friends” who, in reality, are merely familiar faces, crept into my private world. They hardly ever drop a line or utter a “hello”, and yet continue to lurk there. I think I would like to de-clutter my life a bit, and let go of a few of them.
Honestly speaking, Orkut has become slightly irritating of late. It’s a great medium for locating old friends, and I’m glad to have hunted a few down. Having said that, it peeves me to no end when I watch people play long lost bosom-buddies to the very people they didn’t bother saying “hi” to, during school days! I seriously feel it’s a mild form of hypocrisy.
Then there is this whole “projection of happiness” thing going on, which seems a tad bit fake. A case in point: A girl I know migrated to foreign lands and her idea of announcing her success to the world was to post pictures of her house, cars, wardrobe, dishwasher and even her loo for the world to view and admire. (Of course she conveniently forgot to add a picture of her work place - a soup factory).
To be very honest, I don’t know what my grouse against her is. I really don’t… ‘coz I find myself posting “happy” pictures quite often too. And here’s what came out of it:A couple of people I know (including my own self) got married recently. Giddy with happiness, we posted pictures of our wedding on Orkut. The idea was to put them up for the benefit of friends who couldn’t make it to the wedding. However, some of the comments I received from the friends on my list gave me the idea that my social status “post marriage” was being evaluated. As if they were judging, going by my pictures, if I had got elevated/promoted from “middle class” to “rich”. I refuse to comment on that. I will, however, let you in on another secret: I jumped two positions and received close to a 60% raise recently. If that’s a parameter of financial success, then yes, I am rich.You get the point.
Not to discount the benefits of Orkut, I have to agree that it’s a great medium to stay in touch with 70 friends at one go. To share bits of news, pictures and even blogs. Another plus is that the control lies with you. You get to decide who to accept and who to reject/block. I may not have the guts to tell certain people off to their face, but thanks to Orkut, all I need to do now is click “No”. I am done accepting friends just ‘coz they went to the same school/college with me. I am also done peeping into people’s profiles (and their dishwashers). After all, one has only so much energy!
Disclaimer/ clarification: The abovementioned applies ONLY to those it is intended for. If you suddenly find yourself out of my list, no, it’s not Orkut playing tricks on you, I did it on purpose. Kindly do not send a request again.And the ones who are still on my list as we speak (errr… read), please do not feel threatened! I love you still :)

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Who Am I

This is one of the comment that i got on recent post Who Am i (http://urlforwlog.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-am-i.html)

wanted to share this thought:

You can also mention about the some internet sites, which boast of creating a 3D Environment on the internet where you can - so called - Socialize. It gives one an idea about the extent to which networking sites can think and implement thereby shoving its users further into their imaginary universe. Creating a virtual World where you live, you interact, you follow a superfluous profession, and you do the Trading. At the first glance it might appear that these sites are only providing some past time entertainment but the jaws of the tiger dig deeper than they seem. Users are becoming addict to these sites thereby reducing the already little time that they get after there routine work they spend too much time on thinking about what should they be doing today so as to get more Visits on their webpage, how to modify there Avtar to get more hits. When one asks them what will they achieve after doing so, the reply is a quick and stern one advocating the fame and popularity that they will achieve within their circle by the same. But when you ask them that why they need that virtual popularity in that imaginary world where everyone is licensed to lie as frequently as one is authorized to Sign In, then there is a long and feeble pause. The sites themselves are not harmful in any way, but their excessive usage (addiction) makes them so

Harpreet

Who Am I

We all were taught some very basic concepts of society in our high secondary classes of Social Sciences, specifically in civics subject that "Man is a social animal….".An animal that is tamed by everyone to lead a social life otherwise whenever one will juxtapose it with the barbaric animals, one won't be able to differentiate. Socializing with the people is such a great hit in the society that all the latest of social events got it place on the very next page of the newspaper after the main headlines page; the whole page three of the newspaper is full of such social events. And 'Socialite' is now regarded as an equally respectable person as doctor and engineer.

Social networking sites are gaining so much of momentum in the mind of people that they spend almost two to three hours daily. Some people go to the extent of changing their picture daily for their profile on the social networking sites. We indulge in reading of 'about me' of the people on the social network that the 'about me' of ourselves get buried deep inside us. It is very addictive and turns out to be a labyrinth which has an entry point but no exit point.

But aren't we getting too much involved in all this and losing our own identity?

Aren't we losing so much time in social networking, that we don't get time for ourselves?

The answer is yes, we are getting too much entangled in maze of social networking that we spend all the time in knowing the fake personality of the people instead of realizing what kind of potential lies inside us. Sometimes that potential remains hidden just because we don't know it is present deep inside us. If who am I remains unanswered for the cost of just knowing who the other person is then it is big concern. Diamonds only dazzle if they are polished very well but if you are enticed by the gold that is present around you then you are definitely losing the diamond that you possess.
Polish your diamonds they will definitely outshine the gold present nearby.
Rajdeep Singh

The convenience of truth

I intend to present my case. I do not profess ethics or morals but simply intend to base my argument on logic and rationale. ‘Why should you tell the truth’, ‘Why be honest’, ‘Why not screw the next person for personal gain’? One word answer – ‘its convenient’ and here is why. Disorder and chaos appear to be ingrained in the genetic code of the universe. But if you look closer you will find order out of chaos. Nature and universe orients itself in ordered systems (planets orbiting around the sun, the four season cycle, the nice pattern of petals in flowers, etc) not because ‘God intended it that way’, but because it’s energy efficient and treads a path of mathematical simplicity. Putting in laymen terms, its ‘uncomplicated’. 200 years from today if we find a mathematical equation for human behavior and try to find the most ‘energy’ efficient domains then I bet my ass that it would have to be the domain of truthful, ethical behavior. This domain may or may not be locally optimal but it would definitely be a globally optimal solution. In laymen terms, being truthful and honest would not necessarily bring you short term gains but it would be better for you in the long run. The term ‘energy’ needs a reasonable definition with a logical argument, but you get the idea. And already, I can think of 5.9999999 billion sets of curves that would fit that equation. Take yourself for instance, how many times in your life have you told a lie or been dishonest or knowingly screwed some innocent creature and felt good about it. Mind you, when I speak of ‘feeling good’, its not instant gratification or excitement of the moment that I speak of, but a gradual steady state feeling that sets in permanently in retrospect of your action. And this steady state feeling would be in direct correlation with the ‘energy’ I spoke of. Let me clear it out with an example. If you score a job over another candidate through unfair means knowing it perfectly well that the other guy was a more deserving candidate, then how would you feel about it 5 years later. A shred of guilt will always haunt you, even if you keep the details to yourself and not tell another soul. Add all these shreds from the sum total of your existence till date and there you have it – your ‘energy’ level. Living with guilt is a funny feeling. It never harms you, it never interferes with your routine but it never leaves you as well. It’s like that ‘weird old lady’ that keeps staring at you in the subway. And when you get off at your stop, there is a small sense of relief that overwhelms you before you move ahead. Except, in this case, your stop is your death which won’t come along for a long time and the old lady is making you more and more uncomfortable as the years go by. You may scorn at my argument that I have it all wrong. What about material pleasures. What if telling a lie buys me a Mercedes or screwing someone over gets me a plum house? And I ask you again – Is there any correlation between ‘energy’ efficiency (that I speak off here) and materialistic pleasure? If you say yes then I ask you do a simple experiment. Measure and compare the stress levels during a day of a beggar and a millionaire. Get ready to be surprised !

Many people, in fact most people, go on with their lives with a big baggage of guilt without realizing that they are carrying an unnecessary weight. They take it for granted and the reminiscence of their actions makes them miserable from time to time. And the funny thing is that they don’t even know the reason for being unhappy. If you ask me to give a plausible proof of my argument then I implore you to wait 200 years. Let the biologists and sociologists (they would have to work together on this) come up with the equation. Of course, we all will be dead by then. But the inscription on my grave would start to make sense - ‘I TOLD YOU SO’

Sarabjeet Singh

Bed Talks

Don’t change your partners on bed if you want to live happily. Since happiness is what I was seeking, I remained loyal. More than loyal I remained adorable to my partner. But I have few confessions to make about my partner, sometime she was so exciting that she prompted me to try new positions on bed. And sometime she was so dull that I was sharing my bed with her without even turning my face to her. I salute to indomitable spirit of her that to satiate her I had to keep myself awaken throughout night, which never let sleep siege my mind body and soul.

It was long since I was sharing my bed with her. She always reciprocated my loyalty to her by being back on every night before an important day. She never let pain and anxiety to catch me alone and provided me full support throughout the night.

My marriage to her was not an arranged one but love marriage. The courtship period was very enjoyable. Everyday I was talking of her to everyone I met. Some people advised me not to indulge in all this but when you are in love you are never aware of how the time passes by and you become inseparable, every time dreaming of better future together. I literally was day dreaming, trying to forget the pain of sleepless nights.

But there are always the twist and turns in life which makes life drop down its old attire and redress itself in new wardrobe. The wardrobe this time was more calm and serene which lacked the luster of the old one. Change was inevitable as all the successful ventures were culminating in failures. Lack of concentration at all fronts compelled my mind to divert my attention from my partner and sooner the gap got widened, even quicker than it was formed. Divorce seemed to be the perfect solution, I got blessed with it.

Divorce turned to be blessing in disguise, I again started to enjoy my life to fullest .Success now became a regular visitor as earlier. Before ending I want to make a last confession …….

My partner was Insomnia.

Rajdeep Singh

Zindagi ek paheli

Zindgi ki bhi ajjeb si daastaan hain,

manzil toh pata hain, par naa jane raah kahan hain.

Jaane anjaane mein loog mil jate hain,

Bus pal do pal ki khushiyaan aur zindgi bhar ke gham de jaate hain.

Iq aajeb si paheli hain yeh zindgi,

Jo na suljhaye sulajhti hain,

Aur na bhujaye bhujti hain.

Shayad yeh bhi bhagwaan ki anmol deen hain,

Jo ke aaj PHIR bhi yeh dillo main dhadakti hain.

Naa hi koi samjha hain aaj tak isko,

kyunki isko bhi nahi pata ke yeh apna SAHIL kahe kisko.

Jis haath ko thaamne ki kooshish karti hain,

Woh begaana ho jata hain.

Shayad tabhi isko jeene ka koi aur begaana bahana mil jaata hain.

Bahana badal badal ke thak chuki yeh zindgi hain,

Aur ab bus yeh sagar ki tarah thamne ko apna SAHIL dhoonti hain.

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THE RACE IS ALWAYS ON......

This is in continuation with the previous post : RACE(http://urlforwlog.blogspot.com/2008/12/race.html) .

in the race called life..

one is a winner sometime..

or a loser all the time..

wants to win against competitors..

wants to lose to win someone's heart..

sometimes killing our own emotions..

to care about others feelings..

to worry about others thinking..

for a moment we think we won..

the other impulse is that we lose..

don't know the real position of ours..

but the fact is that..

FOR LIFE, THE RACE IS ALWAYS ON!

Harminder Singh

Confessions

And another window just popped up saying 'Hi' on the messenger while I was checking the mails on my Gmail account. The system clock was showing nine in the morning and I had just finished typical Mumbai breakfast of vada paav. Although it is not the most toothsome of the delicacies that can be had but it satiates the morning famish at least. The blinking window was in a way compelling me to start the same mundane conversation that generally lasted just two to three lines. May be it gets overwhelmed by everyday tasks and the office activities (not sure at whose end) or may be it is the consequence of nothing else but the mere complacency shown by me towards the relationships only. On one hand, I wished to reply to the message but then may be my inner conscience refused to become a confederate in this act of mine. An act in which although I interact with the one whom I think I know but still find myself cramped up in the confines of this very cubicle. An act which should have given relief to the day-and-night working brain but instead leaves behind some hint of fidgetiness. The feeling is not entirely a destructive one as it looks at first glance, but actually sends out alarm signals that something is wrong somewhere that needs correction; A broken link that needs doctoring, a gap that needs bridging. Every once in a while we come across a teenager who makes us sigh 'Aah! Those college days, Don't we miss them ...', but then never spare even 2 minutes to actually ponder on the reasons that lead to this situation in the very first place. Do we really miss the passed days or this thinking is just a consequence of our refusal to accept our today? There was a period when even I enquired myself that what I wanted to do but then soon realized that one will always be a stranger to himself as long as he is living. Otherwise what will be living all about...

Harpreet Singh

Thoughts Prevail

nite is dim still the sky so full....

stars so bright that u can feel the pull....

mother nature all asleep....

lone mind continues to peep...

n thoughts ponder deep....

questions so many....

life at times so uncanny...

waiting for somethin to happen....

hope twinklin like the light frm the lantern...

eyes moist n heart so weak....

the pain within fr all that i seek....

love name fame....

all sound so lame....

crippled inside n still smilin to entertain....

thats my life....

tryin to jump n fallin short always to a stride...

still i luv it n continue to live with pride...

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