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People write diaries. Their diaries describe their personality. I write on my blog. It describes me way too well. :D
My writing takes me places my mind never wanted to go
Everyone writes. From the ink of their thoughts, by the pen of their mind on the page of their face. Everyone writes.I love to write. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am sad or when an issue touches my heart. I find inspiration to write in every aspect of life.
This blog is dedicated to anything and everything that fills my thoughts and occupies cranial space

Friday, December 31, 2010

Bye Bye 2010

While sitting free yesterday, I started thinking of 2010…..How this year turned to me. As we know life is full of ups and downs, blues and pinks, but touchwood the year 2010 turned as a great year for me.
The year of  fun
Year 2010 was overall a great year for me, full of many funny activities. A year that marked its presence with many celebrations with friends and family, and full of different experiences, which can’t be forgotten throughout my life. Some of which include the trip to Bhakra Dam, in which we all friends have to walk 10 kms while returning to our homes, or exploring  the roads of patiala with friends by doing a tripleee on bike, or attending the friend’s brother marriage.
Got some friends. Or friends for life. Or the top fr
iends of 2010…….
Its said that, its not important how many relations you hold during life, but what is important is that, the relations you are holding must be true. Same is the case with friends, and I think I have got some of that friends. The list may be long, but is true

Iqbal Singh:He is the most selfless and religious person I have ever seen in my life. It is his blog that inspired me to make my own page.

Gursimran: My roommate. Very funny person and the one having many good jokes with him. But his every attempt of cracking a joke on me has always failed. Better luck sim next time….:)

Chaitanya: One of my very old friend who is really cool and my software expert(have fixed many of my software problems). But more interestingly a good person and my best friend.

Ritika(my sister)- Though she is my sister, but I got her as a friend in 2010……… she is my problem fixer…J

Ankush- My cousin, the one from whom I got all that forwarded mails which are in great demand among many of my friends.

Many more persons are in this list, like the one who checks my blog regularly and corrects the mistakes in the posts…J, many names are also in this list like Shyam, Suraj, Rajinder……….

Things which can’t be forgotten:
I will remember the triplie, the gym, the Path held in the University Gurudwara by our department, Late night Movie Shows, the experience gained while returning from Bhakra Dam and many more things which cant be written here:P,

New Year Plans-
Just wishing that the new year will be more wonderful then this year having more fun, more enjoyment and less of studies……:P
Have many family functions the next year, so looking forward for a wonderful year ahead….
I am one with the light, I am light.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Enjoy By Giving

Nature teaches us.

A Tale of Two Seas
Sitting in the Geography class in school, I remember how fascinated I
was when we were being taught all about the Dead Sea.

As you probably recall, the Dead Sea is really a Lake, not a sea (and as
my Geography teacher pointed out, if you understood that, it would
guarantee 4 marks in the term paper!)
Dead Sea

Its so high in salt content that the human body can float easily. You
can almost lie down and read a book! The salt in the Dead Sea is as high
as 35% - almost 10 times the normal ocean water. And all that saltiness
has meant that there is no life at all in the Dead Sea. No fish. No
vegetation. No sea animals. Nothing lives in the Dead sea.

And hence the name: Dead Sea.

While the Dead Sea has remained etched in my memory, I don't seem to
recall learning about the Sea of Galilee in my school Geography lesson.
So when I heard about the Sea of Galilee and the Dead Sea and the tale
of the two seas - I was intrigued.

Turns out that the Sea of Galilee is just north of the Dead Sea. Both
the Sea of Galilee and the Dead Sea receive their water from river
Jordan. And yet, they are very, very different.
Sea of Galilee

Unlike the Dead Sea, the Sea of Galilee is pretty, resplendent with
rich, colorful marine life. There are lots of plants. And lots of fish
too. In fact, the sea of Galilee is home to over twenty different types
of fishes.

Same region, same source of water, and yet while one sea is full of
life, the other is dead. How come?

Here apparently why. The River Jordan flows into the Sea of Galilee and
then flows out. The water simply passes through the Sea of Galilee in
and then out - and that keeps the Sea healthy and vibrant, teeming with
marine life.

But the Dead Sea is so far below the mean sea level, that it has no
outlet. The water flows in from the river Jordan, but does not flow out.
There are no outlet streams. It is estimated that over 7 million tons of
water evaporate from the Dead Sea every day. Leaving it salty. Too full
of minerals. And unfit for any marine life.

The Dead Sea takes water from the River Jordan, and holds it. It does
not give. Result? No life at all.

Think about it.

Life is not just about getting. Its about giving. We all need to be a
bit like the Sea of Galilee.

We are fortunate to get wealth, knowledge, love and respect. But if we
don't learn to give, we could all end up like the Dead Sea. The love and
the respect, the wealth and the knowledge could all evaporate. Like the
water in the Dead Sea.

If we get the Dead Sea mentality of merely taking in more water, more
money, more everything the results can be disastrous. Good idea to make
sure that in the sea of your own life, you have outlets. Many outlets.
For love and wealth - and everything else that you get in your life.
Make sure you don't just get, you give too.

Open the taps. And you'll open the floodgates to happiness.

Make that a habit. To share. To give.

And experience life. Experience the magic!


Monday, December 13, 2010

Things we will not learn in school..............

There are about 11 things our schools did not teach us and we will not learn in school. Today the feel-good, politically correct teaching has created a generation of kids with no concept of reality and how this concept has set them up for failure in the real world.
Rule 1- Life is not fair- get used to it.

Rule 2- The world doesn’t care about our self esteem. The world will expect us to accomplish something before we feel good about ourselves.

Rule 3- We will not make ` 10,00,000 a year right out of the high school. We won’t  be a vice-president with a car phone until we earn both.

Rule 4- If we think our teacher is tough, we have to wait till we get a boss.

Rule 5- Flipping burgers is not beneath our dignity. Our grandparents had a different word for burger-flipping: they called it opportunity.

Rule 6- If we mess up, it’s not our parents fault, so don’t whine about your mistakes, learn from them.

Rule 7- Before we were born, our Parents weren’t as boring as they are now. They got that way from paying our bills, cleaning our clothes and listening to our talk about how cool we thought we were. So before we save the rainforest from the parasite of our parents generation, we must try delousing the closet in our own room.

Rule 8- Our school may have done away with winners and losers, but life has not. In some schools, they have abolished failing marks and they’ll give us as many times as we want to get the right answer. This doesn’t bear the slightest resemblance to anything in real life.

Rule 9- Life is not divided into semesters. We don’t get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping us find ourselves. We have to do that on our own time.

Rule 10- Television is not real life. In real life people, actually have to leave the coffee shops and go to jobs.

Rule 11- Be nice to nerds. Chances are we’ll end up working for one.


Monday, December 06, 2010

Determination and Persistence

In 1870, an engineer named John Roebling was inspired by an idea to build a spectacular bridge connecting New York with the Long Island. However bridge building experts throughout the world thought that this was an impossible feat and told Roebling to forget the idea.
Roebling could not ignore the vision he had in his mind of this bridge. He thought about it all the time and he knew deep in his heart that it could be done. He just had to share the dream with someone else. After much discussion and persuasion he managed to convince his son Washington, an upcoming engineer, that the bridge in fact could be built.
Working together for the first time, the father and son developed concepts of how it could be accomplished and how the obstacles could be overcome.
The project started well, but when it was only a few months underway a tragic accident on the site took the life of John Roebling. Washington was injured and left with a certain amount of brain damage, which resulted in him not being able to walk or talk or even move.
Everyone had a negative comment to make and felt that the project should be scrapped since the Roeblings were the only ones who knew how the bridge could be built. In spite of all this the handicap son, Washington was never discouraged and still had a burning desire to complete the bridge and his mind was still as sharp as ever.
He tried to inspire and pass on his enthusiasm to some of his friends, but they were too daunted by the task. Suddenly an idea hit him. All he could do was move one finger and he decided to make the best use of it. By moving this, he slowly developed a code of communication with his wife.
He touched his wife's arm with that finger, indicating to her that he wanted her to call the engineers again. Then he used the same method of tapping her arm to tell the engineers what to do. It seemed foolish but the project was under way again.
For 13 years Washington tapped out his instructions with his finger on his wife's arm, until the bridge was finally completed. Today the spectacular Brooklyn Bridge stands in all its glory as a tribute to the triumph of one man's indomitable spirit and his determination not to be defeated by circumstances. It is also a tribute to the engineers and their team work, and to their faith in a man who was considered mad by half the world. It stands too as a tangible monument to the love and devotion of his wife who for 13 long years patiently decoded the messages of her husband and told the engineers what to do. 
Often when we face obstacles in our day-to-day life, our hurdles seem very small in comparison to what many others have to face. The Brooklyn Bridge shows us that dreams that seem impossible can be realized with determination and persistence, no matter what the odds are….


Friday, December 03, 2010


Pencil: I'm sorry
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.

I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational. Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.
All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.