tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-144003462024-03-13T17:07:23.088+05:30Walking with You"I certainly don't regret my experiences because without them, I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today. Life is an amazing gift to those who have overcome great obstacles, and attitude is everything!"Samiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-11666070318424585092009-07-26T02:39:00.001+05:302009-07-26T02:39:52.845+05:30Whirlpool of ThoughtsIt's been a whirlpool of thoughts. Not that I did warrant all these but I feel myself nerdy and lost. Just that when all the thoughts in my mind pointing to the ever increasing gap in my desire and reality. I'm at war with myself! I did piss some people because of this, but I should have kept my mouth shut. Today I realized that the best speech I ever regretted is the one I gave while I was angry. I should be more mature, think this is how you learn.
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<br>Everything that I did come across today, my brain wired that into the annoying part. Good that the day ended, and it's back to normal. :)
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<br>Sometimes you really need such days so that even ordinary days seemed to be great in contrast. So how were things with you lately? And when did you get mad with yourself?
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<br>Cheers.
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-74132983380547704622009-07-13T01:26:00.001+05:302009-07-13T01:26:53.344+05:30The Week That WasDid this ever happen to you?
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<br>You imagine things to go some way and then suddenly you find yourself standing at the cross road of something totally different. Then, there is a conscious alignment of your thoughts, just that the roads can't be re aligned but the direction can.
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<br>I for quite sometime in past couple of years lived like quarter miles a day vision. It's entirely fun though! Not only you don't know what to expect it helps it from doing away with the cribs too. At the end you are not sure what you want to be! And again start the next quarter mile journey with freshness. Oh! The tires need to be changed and the gas needs to be filled! That's ok for a journey.
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<br>The week had been a mixture of event. Had a great time with mom, but she kept of pushing her agenda that I should settle down and how it will help me in my future. Think every mom has a thing for their kids, and can't accept that kids too grow and may be at times out grow their thinking. But, I guess that's the norm. No complains. Well, back in work my manager gave me an hour lecture about how ones performance is not related to ones promotion in the company. Let's see what all I need to hear! Friends are doing good, did meet with lot of them this week and had a talk with some of them. I really miss my messy hostel life!
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<br>Well, hope the next week turns out to be interesting apart from the mundane stuffs. Planning to join Salsa classes but not sure if they accept without partners! Let's see.
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<br>Happy week folks, btw, I did see that this blog is also visited by folks from western India apart from Mumbai. Shall I presume their silence to be the comments of things gone by? Just a flickering thought.
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-62712406474267395562009-07-01T01:43:00.001+05:302009-07-01T01:43:45.378+05:30Finally I'm HookedBeen there Done that would suitable fit me if I were to re orient the clock back at least 7 years.<p>Did try my hand into getting past some servers and the obnoxious firewalls of networks, moved a motor by hard coding the PCB using Linux shell. And the biggest of them finally executed the elevator program during the practical examination of my C Lab, by just asking the examiner what she expects as inputs and output. Well, the last one may be some 8 years back. Was quite a net savvy person, got a gmail account thanks to a friend at mountainview where google alpha tested it to only 1000 people. Screwed my machine so many times as the worm code got so wrong, even short circuited my mother board. But in every thing I did I enjoyed and the adrenaline rush of screwing things up was immense.<p>Enough of bragging huh!<p>And it took me so long to open a facebook account. Well, people must be thinking that I just landed from the bronze age. Ok! I admit I was considerable lazy (I wish I had a better excuse), but today I opened facebook account. Not that I was not aware of the facebook buzz. Just couldn't get into it. This again added twist, I registered to facebook some couple of weeks backs through my mobile thanks to the buzz about personal user name. Just that complete forgot the ID. Add to the wound people in my contact list are already added in it. So after long hours of unsuccessful (legal) way of finding I gave up hope and created a new profile. I wish my friends will eventually migrate into this page. <p>Not sure if this is something a person blogs about but the only significance I find if facebook were to be a country the population would be more than 200 million strong. Well, as rest of my day went, in the office was busy helping folks in migrating to a different floor. Back home had an hour long call with a lady trying to put across her view when things went so wrong. Will, share this sometime later when I get somewhat clear picture.<p>Mom and dad coming tomorrow have to attend one relatives wedding after that a friend's reception. The good news it's raining and the temperature is down. <p>-
<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-60078934718188255972009-06-28T11:42:00.001+05:302009-06-28T11:42:37.680+05:30Jun 28 2009Did this ever hit you?
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<br>You want to write but just couldn't focus on any specifics. Will it be on the daily clutters, long lost girl, life lessons, new girls or pure cribs? Well, my thoughts are running empty for the moment.
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<br>Ummm..., it's more than a decade back when I was in my high schools I met this girl. Cute dimple face with buttoned nose. Man, she was one big chatter! Ask about something, she would promise you a trip to moon and back. I met here some days back quite unexpectedly after all these years and to my worst fear she has become a doctor! OMG!
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<br>:-) wish her all the very best and think her medicines are of more use then her generous suggestions. I'm having an head ache, need to call her up and try out which works better!
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<br>Lot of things to do even it's Sunday.
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<br>1. The Winners Stand Alone - Paulo Coelho
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-37527090412404948642009-06-27T00:04:00.001+05:302009-06-27T00:04:53.380+05:30MJWorld's first Global Superstar. MJ we will ever be missed.
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<br>I like millions of my age, literally grew up listening to his music. What is so much astounding about MJ is he let do his style of music talking and became the first Black person to have his music video aired at MTV. 13 Grammy's and rest is history.
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<br>Today I woke up with the news and man I felt very sad. Trying to get what so ever information of this tragic event. There may be debates about the nature of debt he left behind thanks to the pink papers. But, somewhere at least a part of me is still singing Billey Jane.
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<br>MJ you will be so much missed, but you united the world with your style of music.
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<br>Watching "Gone too Soon" video from his album "Dangerous". You are truly a unifying factor.
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<br>Need to check in his album sales post these events. MJ RIP, from one of your unknown fan!
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-104503629055909022009-06-26T02:16:00.001+05:302009-06-26T02:16:56.240+05:30Just another DaySubtle thoughts through out the day. Had a pretty ordinary day, something that often we pass as a regular day. No more of any space cracking stuffs.
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<br>Tried catching up with old connections, but trust me I miss the hyderabad birayani. Wish I had one! Anyways, somethings got moving at office and not much of a clarity elsewhere. Need to catch up with loads of friends, becoming a troglodyte! That's scary.
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<br>Let's see what comes tomorrow. Have a good time.
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-84180681005392340262009-06-24T01:25:00.000+05:302009-06-24T01:27:07.917+05:30WTFThe most disappointing aspect that I find is when you get a small salary which even full fills most of your needs. It weeds out your aspiration, suffocates your spirit and ultimately throws up an aversion to change. It's pity for your 20 years of education, at least there you would have studied new subjects every year.
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<br>Some people are grossly parasitic. What I see people who shamelessly bargain tends to be lucky. And what a fool I'm to intellectually rationalize. It defeats my cognition for people who should have been more mature blindly following Pigeon Hole theory. They have made a socialism out of corporates. Just to be averse to change. Is there any respect! But who cares, huh!
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<br>On the other side, people are striving to make room for everyone. Think it's time for me to decide. Else I would end up eating my aspiration. That would be too much of a shame.
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<br>Need to go for a vacation to get out of the negative energy. Singapore and Java would suit my bill. Even I had a plan for Mount Everest Base Camp, but I have then to wait out the rains. Let's see.
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-38579120186242401752009-06-23T01:05:00.000+05:302009-06-23T01:06:36.727+05:30Process Process ProcessAnother day passed by. Did some work and mostly wiped others mess, cause they would not bloody work. Now I understood, while I was a kid why so many of my class mate were so good at playing musical chair. Is it genetic, people hate leaving the chair and on a curious note you can even see the butt marks embossed in it. Such a waste!
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<br>Enough of all this! I pity those who are struggling to make things better for these sloths to have a status quo. I should introduce you with another novelty, that's "Process". My foot! It's necessary only for people with IQ 150 and above. I sometimes feel so retard.
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<br>Doing a Dale Carnegie course or listening to Porter's lecture doesn't change unless you have the fire inside. They have been living a life out of it like this. Gosh! Everything has red tape involved and most of them doesn't have the balls to raise a point. Who cares when you get a 7 figure salary and we are through with recession too. I must have a wind tunnel between my ears to comprehend this.
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<br>It's one of the biggest asset to grow old with experience, it takes lot to stand your ground rather than finding a lame excuse to move your A$$. When you grow old with experience please value and respect people and never behave with anyone just because you were once subjected to it.
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<br>Like Mahatma says " An eye for an eye makes everyone blind".
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-11324467664928039972009-06-22T01:33:00.000+05:302009-06-22T01:34:50.116+05:30JeevanSathi on SundayIt's the start of the week. I did make a point that every Monday beginning, I would try to be happy because I still have work to do. Not that it may change the world but it's always a great learning to change the things. :)
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<br>I had a very lazy weekend barring a movie, all I did was sleep. The good part is that it gave my system all the required rest. I'm feeling fresh and happy. Will go for swimming in the evening after work. Sometimes I wonder, I have been gradually moving in the direction where I like what I do even if it means working hard. Cause all of a sudden this feeling is creeping in me, that everything we do is for a purpose. Hopefully the purpose will be reflected in times to come.
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<br>O yes, I did change my caller tune and I'm loving it! Still have a laundry list of things to do. And one little secret, my mom has started unravelling the internet, and pounced on the matrimony sites (she compiled a list of them by now). I'm amazed to see her growth in technological understanding. Had guided her how to take print screen of a picture and send it to me via gtalk to my blackberry. Man! She was happy the moment she heard that the snap has reached me. The kind of thrill you may have felt when the pea seed in the jar turned to a plant.
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<br>I was more interested in her learning curve than the picture she shared, at least for the moment.
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-43295858301479237702009-06-21T02:13:00.000+05:302009-06-21T02:14:33.223+05:30Movie at lastIt took nearly 3 months to watched a decent movie. Last time it was during my visit to Mumbai with my good friends catching up. I like the spontaneity they have. Man! There were already enough fluid in the system, and at 3 in the afternoon people planned for a movie. Did work out though!
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<br>Today watched X Men in Kolkata. There had been a fight between film producers and multiplex owners over revenue sharing for quite sometime in India. So not so good deal was available until last week, when the strikes were called off. One thing that stuck me straight in the face is the amazingly poor service in multiplex. I went at South City to watch the movie, ordered a regular cheese popcorn and requested them to serve me at the seat. It took nearly 30 mins along with my screaming to get their a$$ moving. During intermission there were at least 15 people selling different stuffs, couple of them approached us with ice cream and coffee. Even if you tend to be courteous they keep on nagging. Think the multiplex owner is trying to rob us for their loss of revenue during summers.
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<br>Man! The prices have jacked up also. I always prefer cheese popcorn while watching a movie and trust me it is on a non sharing basis. So there had been times when I went to watch movies with friends because to full fill the urge of having both. Think if this is the scene, I better buy a pop corn machine in my house. My home theatre would be a decent replacement for the nagging and the good part is we can have fluids too! To much of sin! :)
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<br>Just a fact, last month only 5 of us watched a movie in a multiplex. The hall was empty. Had a private screening feeling, yet the nag was there!
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<br>Hope things improve, and please somebody tell them to complete the total movie watching experience they are killing the basic need to have a good time out!
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<br>Too much of bling! Gold is again a good bet for many but I agree with Warren it's most over hyped option.
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-45733929932416257062009-06-20T17:05:00.000+05:302009-06-20T17:06:25.495+05:30SaturdayIt's been a decent day, considering the week that just passed. To start off with I was down with fever, then had to some hectic work to do at office, thanks to a functional assessment for a prospect. This incidentally put lot of stress into my body and most of the week my body was aching. Missed swimming entire week, so felt like a zombie.
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<br>On the downside one of my friend met with an accident of his car! But he is lucky to escape unhurt. Poor guy, the car rammed into a cow.
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<br>Well, had laid back most of the day, enjoying music and reading books. Outside the temperature is very hot and humid. Thanks to my bro for making me comfortable at 24`c.
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<br>Now may be going out, I had my eyes at a croc flip flop, need to check the budget.
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<br>See ya!
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-8088884060090728722009-06-15T02:14:00.000+05:302009-06-15T02:15:02.755+05:30Through the Prism of our thoughtsDecisions becomes difficult when I try to see through them.<p>There has been a gradual comfort in my life thanks largely to my parents. Most of the people I see around would be content with this. And this is what is troubling me. <p>I do have more than couple of houses to stay in, have a car and have a decent job to take care of my finances and my "Incredible India" travels every quarter. I have great friends to catch up with and a near decent life. <p>This is exactly what is troubling me. I am gradually getting into a comfort zone. Which brings me to the unattainable question, am I missing the purpose? Am I being cocoon-ed in a Matrix? <p>When you leave one thing for something you are in a cusp. In there lies the zone of contemplation. Typical what-if-scenarious. Today when I see myself and my life in general I gradually feel I am moving away from the very fire that keeps burning. I have lost touch with so many things but surely I wrap my pretensions and the power of gab glides me through. Whom am I fooling? It's always the hand that gets burned which holds on to a burning rod. The trick is not to pass but to cast the rod into something. <p>Still I am searching a ready made dose of comfort. When I start something I expect to inherit my current happiness. Surely that would be like the cinderella story everyone grows up with, just that there is no more prince charming! <p>Well, I have stayed alone for some part of my life and that gave me a very good insight. I love myself a lot. It may not be a sign of selfishness, but surely this create a distraction. I hail from a part of the country that strongly believes (at least till yesterday) on socialism and communist principle. I have seen people all around me living in a minimalistic approach (may be perils of over three decades of minimalistic thinking). The other day I was driving and under the scotching heat of 42`c I see an bicycle riding in the middle of the road. I get my pane down and request the guy to ride on one side rather than slowing the traffic. You know what answer I got - "I am poor that's why you are telling me". Man, what does this say. I just have a word with a person twice my age riding in the middle of the roads and this is what the response!<p>I find a stark haves and haves not mentality. I dwell on these facets, then I realize this can happen when anyone has lost hope and belief in oneself. Every single human being wants to be important, that's hard coded in our primitive cerebral. It didn't change since the first homo sapeins to the 21st century humans. The size of brian remained same even after 10,000 years of evolution, what changed is the depth of the thoughts. <p>And in these very thoughts I try to see change. A decision to bring change, something to live for and may be to die with. I am blessed with the goodness of my near and dear ones. Still I want to break free, still I want to live a purpose. Just that I don't know what it is! <p>May be in some point of your life you will face these questions. May be your thoughts will give you a better measured response and may be if your decision works out good the by the theory of natural selection you will help us as a species evolve in a greater way. <p>Till that time, through the Prism of our thoughts I try to see a change!<p>-
<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-88744598708998993612009-06-08T02:21:00.000+05:302009-06-08T02:22:42.478+05:30Started Tweeting once againThis got to be eventful, I have started tweeting once again. And this is kind off very attaching this time. Got tweetberry in my phone and viola...
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<br>Very happy. Though I must admit I need to get my self organized to keep away the noise.
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<br>Folks at RIM you guys deserve a nobel prize. You got me addicted.
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<br>Have a happy week. Oh! Checkout on the right side of the page to follow my tweets.
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-18961847922258700072009-06-06T14:50:00.001+05:302009-06-06T14:50:11.738+05:30Samiran Ghosh wants to keep up with you on Twitter<style type="text/css"> a { color: #0084B4} a:hover { color: #215e88} h1, h2 { margin: 0 0 16px 0; color: #000;} h2 { font: 20px Georgia, serif; } h3 { margin: 14px 0 4px 0; color: #000; font: normal 18px Georgia, serif; line-height: 22px; } p, ul { margin: 4px 0 15px 0 } p { font:13px 'Lucida Grande', Lucida Grande, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; } .user:after { content: "."; display: block; height: 0; clear: both; visibility: hidden; } .user { {display: inline-block;} </style> <div style="padding: 8px; background-color:#9AE4E8;background-image: url(http://assets2.twitter.com/images/bg.gif);background-repeat: no-repeat;background-position: left top;background-attachment:fixed; -moz-border-radius:7px;-webkit-border-radius:7px;"> <div id="mail-header" style="padding: 8px; margin: 8px 0px;"> <a href="http://twitter.com"><img src="http://assets0.twitter.com/images/twitter_logo_header.png?src=mail" style="border: 0px;"/></a> </div> <div style="height: 10px; padding: 0; margin: 0"> <img src="http://static.twitter.com/images/arr2.gif" style="padding:0px;margin:2px 0px 0px 25px;"> </div> <div id="bubble"> <table width="100%" style="background-color:#fff; color: #222; -moz-border-radius:5px;-webkit-border-radius:5px; *margin-top: -5px"> <tr><td width="100%" style="padding: 8px; margin: 8px;"> <h2 style="margin-bottom:16px;">Samiran Ghosh wants to keep up with you on Twitter</h2> <p> To find out more about Twitter visit <a href="http://twitter.com/i/c68ff71d746c390b18f2fb42ce568b2ad9d57292?utm_source=invite&utm_campaign=twitter20081014103612&utm_medium=email">http://twitter.com/i/c68ff71d746c390b18f2fb42ce568b2ad9d57292</a> </p> <p> Thanks,<br/> <span style="padding-left:8px;text-decoration:none;">— The Twitter Team</span> </p> <h3>About Twitter</h3> <p> Twitter is a unique approach to communication and networking based on the simple concept of status. What are you doing? What are your friends doing—right now? With Twitter, you may answer this question over SMS or the Web and the responses are shared between contacts. </p> <p style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238);font-family: 'Lucida Grande',Lucida Grande,Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal;font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 13px; font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0pt; padding-top: 13px;"> <p style="margin-top:5px;font-size:10px;"> This message was sent by a Twitter user who entered your email address. If you'd prefer not to receive emails when other people invite you to Twitter you can <a href="http://twitter.com/i/optout/eceb2350b80ff852b8556abcd79ed9e7d9891ae7">opt-out</a> </p> </p> </td></tr> </table> </div> </div> Samiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-59135823051765144872009-06-06T11:43:00.000+05:302009-06-06T11:44:21.587+05:30Morning RantingsYesterday night I did an overhauling of my site. The only problem I did face is the Blogs I frequent list, I have to add some other blog links too. As I use rss aggregator to read them never realized it would look so big.
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<br>Anyways, just wake up and the weather is hot and humid. Man! It took an effort to get my butt up from bed.
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<br>Well one help I may require, I couldn't locate the subscribe email link for the blog updates. Any help coming?
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-52819243801958631722009-06-05T15:45:00.002+05:302009-06-05T20:35:01.939+05:30In Equal Relationship<p><font size="6">"I</font>t is tempting to fall in the trap of being critical of people who are better than you but the best way to resolve inequalities is to look at what the other person is clearly superior in and learn from it. If you then add it to your existing skills, then at some point, you will supersede the person in question. </p> <p>The same inequality exists in friends and man-woman relationships. Here it gets a bit more complicated because the normal misunderstanding is that friendships and relationships are based on equality, but they are not. </p> <p>How many times does one observe the stark inequality between two friends or between man-woman relationships? How do these work then? </p> <p>Unequal relationships can only work when there is a compensatory benefit from one side. E.g Assume Rakesh and Prakash are friends. Rakesh is rich, Prakash is middle class. Rakesh always wines and dines Prakash in fancy places, the kind he is used to. Prakash though is more intelligent and a source of knowledge for Rakesh. He is also loyal to him even though he can be objectively critical of Rakesh. Also, Prakash makes sure that periodically he takes Rakesh out to cheaper but eclectic places with clean food which is a really different experience for Rakesh. </p> <p>Krish and Nishi are married. Krish is good looking and intelligent, Nishi is a bit above average in looks and intelligence but not equal to Krish. In the beginning years of the marriage, everything is hunky dory because Nishi adulates Krish and is an avid learner. Krish enjoys being a mentor and watches her bloom. As she becomes better, she gets more respect all around and suddenly starts thinking that she is equal to Krish. She starts arguing and fighting with him which not only hurts the relationship but also her own growth. </p> <p>Over a period of time, one gets used to the inequality and even the person on the wrong side of the equation starts expecting more. This lack of awareness causes trouble. </p> <p>Unequal relationships work as long the equation is clear on both sides. Suppose one is a 7 and the other a 5 and they know it, its OK. The moment the 5 starts thinking that they are a 7 or the 7 starts thinking like they are a 9, there are issues. If the 7 is a benevolent 7 and the 5 treats the 7 with respect and tries to become a 7, it's a great equation. </p> <p>On a controversial closing note, women always are happier if the man is more intelligent, stronger and capable than them. This does not mean that a woman is less than a man, it only means that she may like a man who is lesser than her but instinctively she looks for a man who is superior to her."</p><p>-- You may not agree or partly agree. But we still strive for Equalities! <br></p><br>Samiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-91792693868737951752009-06-05T00:05:00.001+05:302009-06-05T00:05:59.455+05:30I Still Fail to LearnSome times I come across people who fail to learn. Oh come on!
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<br>We always learn right! The learning sinks in when we are pushed to the edge.
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<br>Till that time we try to rationalize our point of view with ethics, morality, religion, hard work and sometimes the teachings of kindergarten Moral science classes. When we fail to make a headway we look outward for an answer. Some get answers from outward even some create a rational expression of self containment. Rest try to look inward for a just explanation.
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<br>I'm baffled by this philosophy. Though I must admit I did took long time to learn lot of things. It took me even more time to accept certain things which I never thought of. These made me realize three important aspects:
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<br>1. Everyone should taste loosing cause may be the fear from oneself goes away and the cliche learning out of it is there.
<br>2. Never to react but to respond. Try it once even forcefully it will surely change your world.
<br>3. Silence is golden. In the initial phase it is very difficult to be silent but after sometime it works.
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<br>These are easier said that done. For once I'm trying to implement.
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-35570836825414973912009-05-04T00:28:00.000+05:302009-05-04T00:30:14.995+05:30Why Do we Blog?For sometime now I simply couldn't write, not that I don't want to but too many things are flying past me to keep a note. These are not stuffs that would make or break life, but pretty ordained stuffs.<p>I did find some instances of my last post getting unintended audience in a blog of my friend. I thought how remote we have become to vent our thoughts/feelings through such public forum. We seemed to have lost those days where in we could ask friend's patience to our emotional garbage. Never mind, couple of pegs of Cognac made me all happy. <p>This made me think, why do we blog in the first place! Is it:<br> <br>1. To keep a note on things that happen around us?<br>2. To let through our success, failures, aspirations and achievements? <br>3. To save the dieing habit of maintaining diary that too at full public glare? <br>4. To put across views for the sake of it?<br>5. To make us evaluate/feel good about how we did connect the dots in time?<br>6. To connect?<br>7. Or is it to make a humble mark of our own existence?<p>There sure would be many more reasons but if you ponder why we actively nourish even the thought of putting across Blogs in full public glare you may end up finding a striking similarity with the Freud's notion of "Id". Hang on, I don't intend to give a lecture on constructs of personality traits. Just an thought though.<p>I have been a very shy person during my school days, I did have my fare share of friends. But I was never the type who will stand first in class (unless you are gifted with seeing the merit list inverted) nor will raise the hand when a question was thrown.<p>But as I did go to a boarding school (incidentally a reputed one considered by many) since I was 9 or 10 years old. I love people watching. You could actually learn a lot just by watching everyone around, just that you have to stop type casting them while you watch. Prejudice is such a killer while you want to learn your life lessons.<p>During all these years, all I have learned simply by people watching is insurmountable. That did made me tension averse most of the times, cause I didn't find anything worth the pain. It hardly matters in the long run. But what surely matters to me is how much I have measured myself! It's a crime to fall in your own eyes! Never let that happen. <p>Till that day, my ego don't hurts and I live to blog to find why I blog. <p>Once Socrates told, that the person who can give an answer to five why's at a go is God. Let's not try to find an answer to why these happened! Cause most likely you will get colored answers else you may not them at all. <p>Let's not ask why! Let's ask why not?<p>-
<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-51523145337260517202009-04-24T09:11:00.000+05:302009-04-24T09:13:08.906+05:30Confession of a wild mind - IIToo many folks are reading too much into the last post! It's just an experimental writing... People have started taking special interest on the girl whom I mentioned at the post.
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<br>It's all a figment of my imagination. Try to put yourself across in a similar explained situation. Nothing more! :)
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-44757250620010592602009-04-24T02:26:00.000+05:302009-04-24T02:28:10.921+05:30Confession of a Wild MindI'm damn agitated. Or is it the signs of frustration that is finally creeping in me. Each and every moment I'm trying to keep away the agony of pessimism. But may be because of all these I have become some what self centered. I have moved away from feelings of happiness, pain and agony, I couldn't relate myself with anyone, though I still connect with everyone. It's so superficial. I couldn't open up in front of anyone and keep bottling up things with me. Everyone expect me to be there with them in times of need but no one ever asks me how I'm doing and what makes me happy.
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<br>May be all these are true and somewhat related to you too. I do believe "Things that doesn't kill me makes me stronger". I have made a full mockery of myself in front a girl, she mailed me that it's not possible to keep in touch sometime back, just that I didn't check the mail. Kept on calling and got a blank response just came to know about the mail. It's not that I was deep in love of something but I liked her and still couldn't understand why we can't be friends. But I didn't ask why, cause I don't want to know.
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<br>Please don't jump into any conclusion that my state of mind is dictating the flow of writing. Today I really got agitated seeing the KKR match at IPL, it must be more tough for the boys who are playing.
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<br>I should give myself some time, as I always do, when I get agitated I get into a shell and think. Think! What?
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<br>Somethings are always left unsaid. Can you count how many times I have used the word "I" in this post. Isn't the blog about "walking with You".
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<br>Contradiction is what makes life so funny! It should be "we" rather than "I". Think we have an agreement on this.
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<br>Sent from BlackBerry® on AirtelSamiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-35828043273404567832009-04-16T16:46:00.000+05:302009-04-16T16:47:00.637+05:30Signs of Recession<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal><img width=498 height=599 id="Picture_x0020_1" src="cid:image001.png@01C9BEB1.D3B6C830"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class=MsoNormal><b>Photograph: Eddie Keogh/Reuters<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal><b><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal><b><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal><b><img width=504 height=291 id="Picture_x0020_2" src="cid:image002.png@01C9BEB1.D3B6C830"><o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal><b><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal><b>Photograph: Eddie Keogh/Reuters<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal><b><o:p> </o:p></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal><b><o:p> </o:p></b></p> </div> Samiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-35810398748882519872009-04-16T16:31:00.001+05:302009-04-16T16:31:07.827+05:30Election 2009 - Free Symbols<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal>The first Phase of Election started today! On a curious note, I went through the Election Commission of India Portal to find out the total number of Registered and Recognized/Unrecognized Parties. The total tally of political parties stood around 1000, considering that as a nation India is 1.3 Billion. So if there is any scope of new political entities spawning in some recent future, these are the free Symbols available for them. I did have my creative thoughts/tag lines on some of them. <span style='font-family: Wingdings'>J</span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>(LIST OF FREE SYMBOLS)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><b><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>1. Almirah – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Good place to Stack the goods even if promises are not delivered</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>2. Balloon – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>It’s all the about the Gas</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>3. Banana – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>No Comments, don’t want the feminists up in arms against me</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>4. Basket – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Too much for a market Economy</span><o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>5. Bat – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Good things happen by Night</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>6. Batsman – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Reserved for the crickets only</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>7. Battery Torch – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Small in size but sure to light </span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>8. Black Board – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>As they say, Finally Back in Black</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>9. Bread – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Size and dimensions anyone<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>10. Brief Case – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>It’s Heavy<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>11. Brush - <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Imagine</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>12. Cake – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Without The Cherry<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>13. Camera – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Light Action<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>14. Candles – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>I’m still young</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>15. Carrot – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Wait for the stick<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>16. Ceiling Fan –<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>17. Coat – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Reid & Taylor</span></i> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>18. Coconut - <i><span style='color: #C00000'>??</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>19. Comb (In all States and Union Territories except in the State of Kerala) <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>20. Cot (In all States and Union Territories except in the State of Kerala) – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Lie down</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>21. Cup & Saucer<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>22. Diesel Pump – <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>23. Dolli<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>24. Electric Pole – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Shocked!</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>25. Fork<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>26. Frock<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>27. Frying Pan<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>28. Gas Cylinder<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>29. Gas Stove<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>30. Glass Tumbler<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>31. Harmonium<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>32. Hat<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>33. Ice Cream<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>34. Iron<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>35. Jug<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>36. Kettle<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>37. Kite<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>38. Lady Purse – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>All shine but no Value</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>39. Letter Box – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Remembering History</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>40. Maize<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>41. Nagara (In all States and Union Territories except in the North Eastern States of<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>Arunachal Pradesh, Assam, Manipur, Meghalaya, Mizoram, Nagaland and Tripura)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>42. Pressure Cooker<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>43. Railway Engine – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Since 1887</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>44. Ring – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Is it the suffeRING</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>45. Road Roller<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>46. Saw (In all States and Union Territories except in the State of Kerala)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>47. Scissors<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>48. Sewing Machine<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>49. Shuttle – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>One way ticket to the moon<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>50. Slate<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>51. Spoon – <i><span style='color:#C00000'>Feeding hope<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>52. Stool<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>53. Table<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>54. Table Lamp <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>55. Television<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>56. Tent<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>57. Violin<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>58. Walking Stick<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><span style='font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'>59. Whistle</span><span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"'><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p> </div> Samiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-53030417981560022302009-04-14T16:38:00.001+05:302009-04-14T16:38:16.288+05:30How it changed<div class=Section1> <table class=MsoNormalTable border=0 cellpadding=0> <tr> <td valign=top style='padding:.75pt .75pt .75pt .75pt'> <p class=MsoNormal><b><span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif"'>Here I am sitting in my office @ night… Thinking hard about life How it changed….. </span></b><br> <b><span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'>from a maverick collage life to strict professional life…...</span></b><span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'> </span><br> <br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'>How tiny pocket money changed to huge monthly paychecks but then why it gives less happiness…. </span><br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'>How a few local denim jeans changed to new branded wardrobe but then why there are less people to use them </span><br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'>How a single plate of samosa changed to a full Pizza or burger But then why there is less hunger….. </span><br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'> </span> <br> <br> <b><span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif"'>Here I am sitting in my office @ night… Thinking hard about life How it changed….. </span></b><br> <span style='color:#00007F'>How a bike always in reserve changed to bike always on but then why there are less places to go on…… </span><br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'>How a small coffee shop changed to cafe coffee day but then why its feels like shop is far away….. </span><br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'>How a limited prepaid card changed to postpaid package but then why there are less </span><span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:navy'>messages</span><span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'> & more </span><span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:navy'>call</span><span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'>s…… </span><br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'> </span> <br> <b><span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif"'>Here I am sitting in my office @ night… Thinking hard about life How it changed….. </span></b><br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'>How a general class journey changed to Flight journey But then why there are less vacations for enjoyment…. </span><br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'>How a old assembled desktop changed to new branded laptop but then why there is less time to put it on………. </span><br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'>How a small bunch of friends changed to office mate But then why we always feel lonely n miss those college frnz.…. </span><br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'> </span> <br> <b><span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif"'>Here I am sitting in my office @ night… Thinking hard about life How it changed….. How it changed…….. </span></b><br> <span style='font-family:"Garamond","serif";color:#00007F'> </span> <o:p></o:p></p> </td> </tr> </table> <p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; color:#1F497D'><o:p> </o:p></span></p> </div> Samiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-34717335645378240832009-04-05T13:32:00.001+05:302009-04-12T03:05:39.975+05:30Games We Play<div align="justify">We all play games, some games we play is for fun while most of the games we play is to win! Is it our primitive instinct? Leftover of a near million years of evolution!<br /><br />All around the animal kingdom you will notice younger beings playfully doing things... without much of fuss . These games ultimately manifest the nature of the animal while they grow up, helping them either to fight of flight. Same with humans, we are taught to socialize during our infancy years and form bond with the environment. Yet, as we add in ages we tend to do just the opposite-well most of us. We don't give a hoot about the environment and people who are less fortunate, we try to create a wall of amnesia. Fortune, may not be a good thing to be divided but surely there is no fortune greater enough to help people.<br /></div><div align="justify">Did you ever wonder why? Is it because we as a race are progressive change believers! We know only how to take but seldom measure act of repaying with colored lenses. Or is it, we as a race can only speak a language, which makes us so prone to lieing. Did you ever hear a dog, cat or a lion lie? If wisdom of our religions are to be believed then they have a open ticket to heaven. </div><div align="justify"><br />Just a thought I wanted to share!<br /><br /></div>Samiran Ghoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16727499681433922315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14400346.post-74056994646859942462009-04-05T03:03:00.000+05:302009-04-05T03:04:22.762+05:30Another year addedMy Mom called me and became nostalgic about my birth - some quarter of a century ago, as she remembers I came to the planet. She vividly remembers everything, it was told that I was relatively healthy baby at birth. My family that point of time was best described as a middle class hindu undivided family, with a little stretching of imagination of the word "middle class".<br>I happen to be the eldest of my generation in my family of nearly 200 relatives. My father was not present at my birth, he went to a business visit some 500 kms away. The news of my birth was celebrated by my relatives and starting from the staffs at the hospital to the cleaners of janitor were given their share of sweets. <br>Something else was going on at that moment in my mother's mind. The room my mom shared with another lady was also expected to give birth. As fate would decide my mom and the lady started having the labor pain on the very same day. When I was born, that lady gave birth to a beautiful girl. My mom was concerned that if I would be swapped. The moment I cried for the first grasp of air in my lung, my mom saw me and noticed that I got my eyes big like her! Isn't it amazing that in a minute of birth out of comfort from my mother's womb the realities of the world started hitting me!<br>It's being long now, lot of things have changed. Something remains always with me, my mom's support and the golden chain that my grandpa gave me at birth. Though I occasionally disagree with lot of people. Today I want to make a resolution at least for this year I would be polite and nice to everyone and more with people who are rude! :) let's see if somethings can be changed. <p>My friends called me and wished me, though I don't expect anymore! It's always easier that way. My brother called me from dubai and he called me at midnight his time! Wondering what will happen if we differ the time zone by 12 hours. :)<br>The only issue is that I'm running temperature, hope things improve. Well, no much update of my swimming. The entire body is aching. Hope that means something. <br>To everyone who read me, thank you for being with me. It's always Walking With You! :)
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