<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of Siddharth Arora</title><link>http://callmesid.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of Siddharth Arora</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>And I Keep on Waiting......</title><description><![CDATA[<BLOCKQUOTE class=replbq style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #1010ff 2px solid"><BR><DIV align=center><BR><DIV><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt" face="Monotype Corsiva" color=#800080><B>Its 8:15 a.m. and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the office<BR>bus to arrive. I stand here in the same manner as I did a few years<BR>back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things<BR>would change so much in 2 years; the sky under which I am standing <BR>seems to be looking at me and smiling .. It is perhaps the only thing<BR>that has acted as a witness .. watching the transformation of a loud<BR>and bubbly person into a quiet professional. <BR><BR> </B></FONT> <BR><P><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt" face="Monotype Corsiva" color=#800080><B>I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is <BR>destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the<BR>true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people<BR>everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely. <BR><BR> </B></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt" face="Monotype Corsiva" color=#800080><B>I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the<BR>window watching people trying to catch up with "life" .. It's an hour's<BR>journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of <BR>the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to<BR>be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance.<BR>It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because I <BR>am cut off from the melody but because I would now be thrust with<BR>thoughts of the solitary journey ahead. <BR> </B></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt" face="Monotype Corsiva" color=#800080><B>I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college ... well<BR>it's a paradox to call a distance of 30 KMs "short", but that is how it <BR>always seemed. A typical college day always begins in the bus with all<BR>the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in<BR>from the various stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that<BR>were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who<BR>would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day ...<BR>well as I said it was a different life then. The pleasant memories of<BR>college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus <BR>journey. <BR><BR><BR>I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of<BR>acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I approach my<BR>cubicle. A few of my colleagues greet me with their morning wishes and <BR>as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the<BR>weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend. <BR><BR><BR>It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would<BR>ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life <BR>or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new </B></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt" face="Monotype Corsiva" color=#800080><B>founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays<BR>didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the <BR>authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to<BR>perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is<BR>suffering from some kind of paralytic attack. </B></FONT></P><BR><P> </P><BR><DIV><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt" face="Monotype Corsiva" color=#800080><B>There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leaving behind <BR>your friends and carrying along only memories. You do make new friends,<BR>but then you never get the old close ones ... you do meet people who'd<BR>be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but <BR>you do not find a person to whom you needn't say things ... friends who<BR>just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, have been the only<BR>thing that I seem to look forward to ...However, I cant help but notice <BR>the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation ..A pause not<BR>because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to<BR>say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the<BR>paucity of words! </B></FONT><BR><DIV><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt" face="Monotype Corsiva" color=#800080><B><BR>As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mug, watching the drops of <BR>rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty<BR>outside, I tell myself, may be there will be a day when things will<BR>change, when life will offer a rewind, a recap of all the events and I<BR>just have to wait. <BR><BR>Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd<BR>be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I<BR>miss this moment, waiting perhaps...!! <BR><BR>And I keep on waiting......</B></FONT></DIV></DIV></DIV></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/157/82dbaa4b1968b057d48af5f37c086e7b/homep/images/1206973378">]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2008 19:37:31 +0530</pubDate><link>http://callmesid.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/03/31/And-I-Keep-on-Waiting.html</link></item><item><title>My Encounter With 'P'</title><description><![CDATA[<P><B><FONT face="Monotype Corsiva" color=#800080><FONT size=5>My Encounter With </FONT><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 28pt">'</FONT><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 28pt" color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 28pt">'</FONT></FONT><FONT face="Monotype Corsiva"><FONT color=#800080><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 28pt"><BR></FONT><FONT size=5><BR></FONT></FONT><FONT size=5><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Programmer     (Me Of course)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for People              (Intriguing)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Project             (My work)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Position           (The Big Fight)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Passion            (Computers As Always)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Plethora           (Emotions In Me)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Pain                 (I Used To Feel Always)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for PL                    (Project Leader)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Pimpalkar         (My PL)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Pragya              (Best Friend)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Pooja                (Inexpressible What She Is To Me)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Placid               (I Always Desire To Be)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Parents             (Rarely Satisfied With Me)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Punctual           (I Am But Others Are Not ... IST)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Peace                 (In Search Of)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Pace                   (Always Threatening Be It Life Or Cricket)<BR></FONT><FONT color=#0000ff>P</FONT><FONT color=#800080> for Pat                     (Miss On My Back)</FONT></FONT><FONT face="Bradley Hand ITC"><BR> </FONT></FONT></B></P><BR><P><B>The list is quite long infact but mentioned the most significant ones only..........</B></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/157/82dbaa4b1968b057d48af5f37c086e7b/homep/images/1200237408">]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jan 2008 20:21:17 +0530</pubDate><link>http://callmesid.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/13/My-Encounter-With-P-.html</link></item><item><title>SWEETS AT MY DESK.!</title><description><![CDATA[<P><B><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Subha Utha , Nahaya ..Mast Deo Lagaya... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); 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FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Phir Socha Uski Jhalak Paani Hain Office Mein, Kahin Late Na Ho Jaun... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Goggles Lagaya Style Mein, Sutta Niptaya, </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Bike Kiya Self Start, Accelerator Maara </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Pahucha Office...Card Swipe Kara.. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Khola Pc ...Lotus Notes Top Par Mail Uska Paaya... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Mailbox Dekh Sanatta Chaya.. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Uska Mail Ka Subject Humien Na Bhaya.. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Ek Baar Phir Kiya Mail Ka Subject Check </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Oh No ..Not Again..Same Words..."Sweets At My Desk" </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Darte Darte Khola Mail...Andar Wedding Invitation Paaya... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Lo Bhaiya Lut Gayee Duniya...Mandraya Kala Saaya... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Dukhi Mann Se Socha ...Chalo Ek Baar Contents To Padd Le.. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Naam Kya Hai Ladke Ka...Details Se Rubaru To Ho Le... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Phir Ek Baar Mann Chakkar Khaya...Uska Naam Kahin Naa Paaya.. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Mail Ka Phir Se Audit Kiya...Dil Ka Ncr Report Acha Aaya... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Mail Ke Subject Se Achi Mail Ke Body Nikli.. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Jiski Shaadi Thi ..Woh To Uski Sister Nikli... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Bhujti Hui Low Phir Phadphadai.. . </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Ek Umeed Jaagi..Asha Ki Ek Kiran Nazar Aayee. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Josh Bhare Kadmon Se Rukh Kiya Uske Cubicle Ki Aur... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Ab Sirf Uskee Jhalak Nahin ..Yeh Dil Maange More.. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Aaj Tak Cubicle Ki Diwaron Se Dekha Tha Usko.. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Dekhte Hee Usne Bola ..Lo Dear, Sweets Lo.. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Humne Suna "Dear" , Humne Kaha Ab No Fear. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Kiya Jhuki Aankhon Se Usko Stare, Uthaya Sweats Ka Apna Share.. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">"Dear" Shabd Kitna Acha Lagne Laga Tha.... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Uske Aur Mere Beech Ka Loc Ab Mitne Laga Tha... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Baton Hi Baton Mein Usko Bataya Mail Padke Hua Confusion Tha </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Reply Jo Bataya Usne, Phir Se Chida Kargil Tha.. </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Phir Se Low Bhuj Gayee Thi, Umeed Mit Gayee Thi ... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Uski Sagai Ki Mail To Ek Hafte Pahle Bounce Back Ho Chuki Thi... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Maa Kasam Ek Hi Gaana Yaad Aa Raha Tha Cham Se... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Kasam Ki Kasam , Yeh Pyaar Na Hoga Ab Humse... </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"> </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">O Haseeno Sun Lo Meri Iltaaja, </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Please Mat Hona Humse Khafa, </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Kuch Bhi Ho Jaaye Ab Na Hoga Adjust, </SPAN><BR style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif"><SPAN style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153); FONT-FAMILY: georgia,serif">Ab Mat Daalna Mail With Subject "Sweets At My Desk" </SPAN></B></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/157/82dbaa4b1968b057d48af5f37c086e7b/homep/images/1199709142">]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2008 17:42:02 +0530</pubDate><link>http://callmesid.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/01/07/SWEETS-AT-MY-DESK-.html</link></item><item><title>Happy New Year</title><description><![CDATA[<BR><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font color="#993300" face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5"><span style="font-size: 20pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" monotype="" corsiva="">My wish for you<o:p></o:p></span></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span class="GramE"><font color="#333399" face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5"><span style="font-size: 20pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" monotype="" corsiva="">Happiness deep down within.</span></font></span><font color="#333399" face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5"><span style="font-size: 20pt; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" monotype="" corsiva=""><br><span class="GramE">Serenity with each sunrise.</span><br><span class="GramE">Success in each facet of your life.</span><br><span class="GramE">Family beside you.</span><br><span class="GramE">Close and caring friends.</span><br><span class="GramE">Health, inside you.</span><br><span class="GramE">Love that never ends.</span><br><span class="GramE">Special memories of all the yesterdays.</span><br><span class="GramE">A bright today with much to be thankful for.</span><br><span class="GramE">A path that leads to beautiful tomorrows.</span><br><span class="GramE">Dreams that do their best to come true.</span><br><span class="GramE">Appreciation of all the wonderful things about you.</span><o:p></o:p></span></font></p><br><br><p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><font color="#993300" face="Monotype Corsiva" size="6"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 22pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" monotype="" corsiva="">H</span></font></b><font color="#993300" face="Monotype Corsiva" size="6"><span style="font-size: 22pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" monotype="" corsiva=""> ours of happy times with friends and family<br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span></b> <span class="SpellE">bundant</span> time for relaxation<br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span></b> <span class="SpellE">rosperity</span><br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">P</span></b> <span class="SpellE">lenty</span> of love when you need it the most<br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Y</span></b><b style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></b><span class="SpellE">outhful</span> excitement at <span class="SpellE">lifes</span> simple pleasures<br><br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">N</span></b><b style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></b><span class="SpellE">ights</span> of restful slumber (you know - <span class="SpellE">dont</span>" worry be happy)<br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></b> <span class="SpellE">verything</span> you need<br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">W</span></b> <span class="SpellE">ishing</span> you love and light<br><br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">Y</span></b><b style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></b>ears and years of good health<br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">E</span></b> <span class="SpellE">njoyment</span> and mirth<br><span class="GramE"><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">A</span></b></span><b style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></b>angels to watch over you<br><b><span style="font-weight: bold;">R</span></b><b style=""><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></b><span class="SpellE">embrances</span> <span class="GramE">of a happy years</span><o:p></o:p></span></font></p><br><p style="text-align: center;" align="center"><font color="#993300" face="Wingdings" size="6"><span style="font-size: 22pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Wingdings;" mso-hansi-font-family:="" monotype="" corsiva="" ;="" mso-char-type:="" symbol;="" mso-symbol-font-family:="" wingdings=""><span style=""></span></span></font><font color="#993300" face="Monotype Corsiva" size="6"><span style="font-size: 22pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" monotype="" corsiva="">Happy New Year </span></font><font color="#993300" face="Wingdings" size="6"><span style="font-size: 22pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-family: Wingdings;" mso-hansi-font-family:="" monotype="" corsiva="" ;="" mso-char-type:="" symbol;="" mso-symbol-font-family:="" wingdings=""><span style=""></span></span></font><font color="#993300" face="Monotype Corsiva" size="6"><span style="font-size: 22pt; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" monotype="" corsiva=""><o:p></o:p></span></font></p><BR><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/157/82dbaa4b1968b057d48af5f37c086e7b/homep/images/1199097478">]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2007 16:04:52 +0530</pubDate><link>http://callmesid.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/31/Happy-New-Year.html</link></item><item><title>A Software Engineer's Feelings.....</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">It was raining heavily outside. Dark clouds gathered in the sky and nature was in its ominous best. I took a break from my work and went to the pantry to grab a cup of coffee. I had a sip and went near the window to see the rain pouring down heavily outside the glass structure. I was inside our huge office building, unruffled by even the fierceness of the nature.</SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Through the heavy transparent glass, I could see a small girl trying to hold on to her umbrella which the wind was snatching away from her. I felt sorry for the girl, and was happy that I was not in a similar pathetic situation. Yes. I take pride for the fact that I am a software engineer.</SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><B><FONT face=Verdana color=red size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: red; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">I have everything which a common man would envy; money, status, respect, you name it I have it</SPAN></FONT></B><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">. I always wanted to be software professional and here I am, working for one of the best firms in the world. But then, am I really happy? Now, I could see an imprint of my palm on the other glass window, through which I reminisced my past, basked in the warmth of the sun shine.</SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">My childhood was so much of fun. I vividly remember those rainy days, when I hugged my mother tightly during sleeping listening to all the stories told by her. Now, <B><FONT color=red><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: red">I have a big house here, but then it is just a house, not a home. My parents are pretty far away from me now. I have a cell phone to talk to them everyday, but then I really miss those dinners which I had with my family everyday. I could easily afford to taste all the different cuisines these days, but the best of food there, lack the love and affection which is present in the food prepared by my mother.</SPAN></FONT></B></SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">I threw a lavish party for my colleagues for my birthday, but then they would never replace the birthdays when my friends secretly brought a cake and at the end, half of the cake would have ended up on my face<B><FONT color=red><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: red">. The couple of hundred bucks that u save for a long period just to give a treat to your friends in the road side chat shop can never give the pleasure even after spending a few thousand bucks these days.</SPAN></FONT></B></SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">The scene of me crying and refusing to have dinner on the day when I fought with my best friend came to my mind. Today, he has gone far away from me, taking away my friendship and with it my life, but I am sitting and coding here with a false smile on my face. Everyday I meet new people, but then I long ceased to make a new friend.</SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">It's true that I have a lot of things now. <B><FONT color=red><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: red">I have a nice bed, but no time to sleep. Lots of money, but no friends to spend it with. The latest designer clothes, but a worn out body </SPAN></FONT></B>. Awards for technical excellence, but no reward for the crave for peaceful ambience. A confident demeanor, but a reluctant and apathetic mind. Full of rain, but no sunshine even in the farthest distance.</SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Now, I could see the small girl on the road enjoying in the rain with her umbrella firmly in her grip. She might not have all the comforts which I have, but then she has the innocence and fun which I lost a long time back.</SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">I have decided to come out of this false fantasy, even if it is at the expense of losing the tap of the software engineer. I am going to again enjoy my life. I am going to go out in the rain and play with the small kid now. I removed my tie, and went near my computer to shut it down. Just then, I saw a new mail alert in my mail box. I slowly opened outlook and I found a message from my manager with an attachment saying that there was a <EM><B><I><FONT face=Verdana><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">critical defect</SPAN></FONT></I></B></EM> in the code and I have to fix it soon. I convinced myself that I am not going to get bogged down again by these pressures and stick to my decision. I ignored the mail and went to the rest room. After a couple of minutes, the software engineer in me came out, his shirt tucked in with the perfect tie knot, sat before the computer, and started typing,</SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana color=navy size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"></SPAN></FONT> </P><BR><P><FONT face=Arial color=navy size=2><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: navy; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"></SPAN></FONT> </P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Hi XYZ,</SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">I am looking into the defect and will send the patch files before EOD.</SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Regards,</SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT face=Verdana size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Software Engineer.</SPAN></FONT></P><BR><P><FONT color=#0000ff size=2><SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: 700; FONT-STYLE: italic; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana">Its just my imagination of life of a Software Engineer influenced by my own life as I am also a Software Engineer. </SPAN></FONT></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/157/82dbaa4b1968b057d48af5f37c086e7b/homep/images/1198424343">]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 23 Dec 2007 21:00:55 +0530</pubDate><link>http://callmesid.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/23/A-Software-Engineer-s.html</link></item><item><title>Prashna Chinha</title><description><![CDATA[<P><B><FONT face=Pristina color=#800080><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt">Kaun</FONT><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt"> hoon mein, kya naam hai mera<BR>Kya astitva hai mera, kya pehchaan hai meri<BR><BR>Kya hoon mein bas ek kshanbhangur hee<BR>Mit jana hai jiski niyati<BR>Bujh jana hai jiska parinaam<BR><BR>Kya manzil hai meri, kaunsa rasta hai mera<BR>Kyun hai zindagi ek prashna chinha see lagti<BR>Kyun hai har nazar jaise mujhe hi ghoorti<BR><BR>Samay jaise alp viraam sa ruk gaya hai<BR>Eeshwar bhi jaise parakhte parakhte thak gaya hai<BR><BR>Kisi kee kami hai zindagi mein jaise<BR>Saans bas uu thami hai intezaar mein aise<BR><BR>Koi aaye aur pyaar se gale laga le<BR>Dil ki aaj bas yehi arzoo hai.</FONT></FONT></B></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/157/82dbaa4b1968b057d48af5f37c086e7b/homep/images/1196748796">]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2007 11:33:18 +0530</pubDate><link>http://callmesid.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/12/04/Prashna.html</link></item><item><title>Virtual Tears</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Hello Friends,</P><BR><P>I hope n wish that all of u are fit n fine and doing gr8.Its been long i wrote something on iland..just cudn't compile all the events and write them here, as there is too much happening around me nowadays, its true that i m not fully involved in all the events and i shud call them mishappenings as that suits better but whatever is happening, happening with my near n dear ones or dearest ones u can say including friends and relatives.As there was noone to listen me today and give me mental peace so i thought to write it down here and feel little bit fine and protected and surrounded by some of the most wonderful hearts and brains on earth and thats u all my closest buddies and pals.<BR>I am very confused why its so much of confusions, pains, heartbreakings, tensions, accidents and what not.somewhere somebody is being hit by Blue line busses , or some young boy is dying in short of medical treatment or some baby is drowning in water because of a negligent teacher..i just feel shocked and full of heartache reading all this.<BR>Then again life is moving with the same or even higher speed , i don't say we should mourn on each n every death as death is also an integral part of life cycle but such deaths.....its not fare at all.<BR>I sincerely don't know what i m writing all this and why i m writing all this so please don't take it in wrong sense if i say something very pinching or disturbing its just that I am full of many things and now not  able to make a simple systematic flow of events so things are coming in an uncontrollable flow.<BR>It seems as if life is playing a game with all of us, very vivacious game with our hands and legs are tied and mouth is taped and we have only open eyes and we are left to act as mere spectators, there are no controls given to control this game of life and still we are expected to mould it according to us...how can somebody tell me how...if a guy has made his life studying hard, and made all the efforts and someday some blue line hits him to death or he end his life because of excessive ragging...then whose fault is this, what happened then he did his effort and wrote his destiny with golden letters, still whats the output zeroooo and nothing more than that then how can one say make ur own destiny when there is nothing in our control.<BR>I am fed up with it now..it seems like a worst dream but the night has extended quite long and no sign of light is visible.</P><BR><P>I am really tired and just pray to God plzz plzz God only u can help now , please help my friends and those who consider me as enemy also, just mould their minds in good way and make this earth a happier and safer place to live else the suffocation is going to take lives of some atleast some like me and again that will be an unnatural d........</P><BR><P>SOS........<BR>sid.</P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/157/82dbaa4b1968b057d48af5f37c086e7b/homep/images/1193849929">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 22:12:51 +0530</pubDate><link>http://callmesid.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/10/31/Virtual.html</link></item><item><title>My Friend</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><B><SPAN style="LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: Pristina"><FONT color=#0000ff size=4>Hi Friends I wrote this poem for my friend who is going to join other company in some days time.</FONT></SPAN></B></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"> </P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'">You cared about me, when everything was going hay y</SPAN></B></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'">You supported me, when nobody was ready to give a shoulder to cry</SPAN></B></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'">You listened  to me, when nobody was eager to give me a try</SPAN></B></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'">You were always there, when everybody was shy</SPAN></B></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'">You spared time for me, when everybody was busy with their own I</SPAN></B></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'">You believed in my truth, when everybody around was telling a lie</SPAN></B></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'">You embraced me with smile, when nobody was having time to say hi</SPAN></B></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'">And now you are leaving, but I don't want to say goodbye</SPAN></B></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'">I want to spend one more day, one more hour, one more minute with you, because you are my sweetest friend that's why.</SPAN></B></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%"><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'"></SPAN></B></FONT> </P><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'"><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: right" align=right><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Edwardian Script ITC'">Good Luck</SPAN></B></FONT></P><BR><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 150%; TEXT-ALIGN: right" align=right><FONT color=#800080><B><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 26pt; FONT-FAMILY: Edwardian Script ITC">Siddharth</SPAN></B></FONT></P></SPAN></B></FONT><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/157/82dbaa4b1968b057d48af5f37c086e7b/homep/images/1190203969">]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2007 17:32:45 +0530</pubDate><link>http://callmesid.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/09/19/My.html</link></item><item><title>Loved or Pampered</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT style="FONT-SIZE: 20pt" face="Script MT Bold" color=#800080>My dear readers, <BR><BR>Is it true that one of the greatest needs is to feel loved? Seems so, but<BR>it's not true!<BR><BR>'The need to be pampered', rather than 'the need to be loved', seems to be<BR>the greatest craving. Is there a difference? When you want others to love<BR>you (only) the way you want to be loved, it is pampering. To a lot of<BR>people, being loved means their loved ones should always be soft on them,<BR>always agree with what they say, never complain or criticize, never push<BR>them beyond their comfort zones. basically leave them as they are, accept<BR>them as they are and not show any signs of wanting to change them. But love<BR>is not love that pampers. Love is love that makes a difference. Pampering<BR>will weaken you. Love will create you.<BR><BR>After all, no man is perfect. There is endless scope to better ourselves.<BR>Except those who love you, no one else cares about whether you improve or<BR>not. In the name of tolerance, pampering will leave you with your<BR>imperfections. Even at the cost of hurting your ego, love will give you<BR>feedbacks to make a difference to you. Pampering works with your ego. Love<BR>works on you<BR><BR>No man can always be right. In the name of acceptance, pampering will make<BR>what's not okay look okay. Love will act as a mirror and reflect you to you<BR>- not as you want to be seen, but as you truly are. The world will punish<BR>you for your wrong; love will endure your wrong and work on making you<BR>right. Only those who love you will tell you that there is gunk on your<BR>nose; the rest will make a joke out of you. Pampering is a mere façade,<BR>wanting to appear nice. One of the most honest expressions of love is the<BR>courage to take the risk of being mistaken and yet being a constructive<BR>critic.<BR><BR>The motivation levels of most people are low. You need someone or something<BR>outside of you to push you. Pampering will sinfully leave you in your<BR>low performing, comfort zone. Love will even dare to risk the friendship to<BR>create the friend. To demand - 'Give more of you to life', is an intense<BR>expression of love. You cannot be left as you are. That which does not<BR>change does not grow and that which does not grow, dies. The call to awaken<BR>one from his slumber is pure, classic love.<BR><BR>Pampering is like boozing. It gives you a joyful evening but nothing about<BR>you may change. Love is like meditation. It may seem that nothing is<BR>happening and yet everything about you will change. Crave to be loved and to<BR>be created, and not to be pampered and get stagnated. </FONT></P><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/157/82dbaa4b1968b057d48af5f37c086e7b/homep/images/1189259995">]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2007 19:25:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://callmesid.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/09/08/Loved-or.html</link></item><item><title>Happy Friendship Day</title><description><![CDATA[<p><b><font color="#800080" face="Monotype Corsiva" size="5">Some friends are like a flower,<br>and when they finally bloom,<br>they wilt away in just one day,<br><br>Some friends are like a cloudy day,<br>and when the sun's in sight,<br>it gets blocked by the grayest cloud<br>and day turns into night.<br><br>Some friends are like a maple tree,<br>and with the slightest breeze,<br>the colored leaves, they all come loose<br>and float away with ease.<br><br>Some friends are like a circle,<br>for they are always true,<br>I know I have friends like that<br>and yes, those friends are you.</font></b></p><br><img src="http://ri.rediffiland.com/homepimages/home4/157/82dbaa4b1968b057d48af5f37c086e7b/homep/images/1186239399">]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 04 Aug 2007 20:24:06 +0530</pubDate><link>http://callmesid.rediffiland.com/blogs/2007/08/04/Happy-Friendship.html</link></item></channel></rss>