An Unforgettable journey (Part 2)

Continuing with where i stopped yesterday, the bus is now a few kms away from Koduru which is the check post. This is the place where Prasad said he would get down. As mentioned before, I get up and reach the front of the bus. Suddenly, the bus takes a left turn and stops at a dhabha for dinner. Whoa!!!!  Now what???? I look at Prasad. He is surprised to see me behind him. Probably he was wondering “what a glutton this guy must be”. I look at him saying, “Let’s get down here and see how we can go ahead”. He is shell shocked for a while. Nevertheless we get down and we find ourselves standing right in the middle of the Highway asking every passing vehicle for a lift. The time is 7 55 pm. I ask this guy (Prasad), “Why are the vehicles (some were autorickshaws) not stopping?” to which he answers, “This stretch is considered very dangerous. Just a few days back, a murder took place in this part of the highway and it was committed by a hitch-hiker. Well, this statement made me shiver. I started praying fervently to the Almighty. Just then an empty auto came and stood next to us. We asked him to drop us till the check post (Koduru).We got in and I asked him in telugu (yeah yeah...i can speak Telugu…I am a multilinguist u see) where he was going to. To my utter amazement and joy he said, “Sir, I am going to Gorantla”. Well, his words came like a blessing in disguise. I told him to take us to Gorantla.  Now, we would not have to wait in Koduru to catch some vehicle to Gorantla. The journey began. The driver turned out to be chain smoker. Whenever he would have to light a new cigarette, he would leave both his hands from the handle and light the cigarette. Amazing feat but damn it at what cost??? He was enjoying it anyways. We had taken the right turn and were 20kms away from gorantla. The road was thin, rough and curvy. The driver drove at top speed. It was pitch dark outside. The auto had very dim lights. The guy next to me i.e. Prasad looked at me and gave a cruel smile. It appeared so atleast. He had braces and was tall, dark and by no means handsome. In short he looked like a villain straight out from a Telugu movie. It is said, “Vinaash Kale Vipaarita Buddhih”. I started imagining, just in case this guy tries attacking me, how do I defend myself. Probably the karate coaching that I undertook during school days could come to my rescue. I was no fighter by any means. I started thinking of critical points of the body which I could attack in order to defeat him. I was thinking of every possible means of defense. The time was 8 25 pm and we reached the Gorantla circle. Surprisingle , the auto driver charged just Rs.20 per head i.e a total of Rs.40 only. We got down and again waited for another vehicle to cover another 25kms to reach Puttaparthi. The setting in Gorantla circle was sending chills on my spine. There was a small tea shop and some village youth were drinking and smoking in a corner. Prasad seemed to be a better person and it turned out that he was actually a nice guy. At 9 pm, a bus came and we got into it. This bus had come from Bangalore….What crap!!!!!! I was told that the bus from which I got down at the dhabha was the last bus……The conductor tells me that they have now introduced a direct bus to puttaparthi from Bangalore at 5 45pm….great…..i finally reached my hostel SAFELY at 9 45 pm. Prasad and I had become friends…….

I reach the hostel and come to know that the warden is out of station and I wouldn’t have faced any problem even if I had joined the next day……wow……..and I had taken all the pains to reach on time……the cost of sincerity I guess……………..

An Unforgettable journey (Part 1)

I still remember, as kids in school, we were asked to write essays on topics like this (an unforgettable moment, an unforgettable journey etc etc). At that point in time, in order to score good marks , my mom used to give me a couple of essay books, ask me to skim through such topics, mug a few good lines and vomit them on the paper. I remember once asking my mom, “Amma, I have never had any such experience. How can I write? “To which she would reply, “U can write when u get such real experience in your life. For now, take help of these books.”

Coming to the actual point, yesterday’s journey from Bangalore to Puttaparthi was a journey that will remain etched in my memory. I was returning to my hostel after attending my cousin’s marriage.I reached Majestic from Electronic city by 3 pm and on reaching Majestic, I realized that the next bus to Puttaparthi is only at 5pm. I then immediately went to the railway station to check if I can catch a train. The station was jam packed. The reservation counter as well as the unreserved tickets counter had queues which were almost a 100 meters long. On enquiring, i understood that the this sudden rush was attributed to the people wanting to travel within the state for celebrating “Dasara” festival. I would have to wait for atleast an hour and half. So, I returned to the bus stop. It was 3 30 pm. I still had time. So, I kept my luggage in the cloak room and went around Majestic area exploring the place. I came back by 4 45pm and the bus was standing. All the while the only thought that was lingering in my mind was, “I must reach hostel before 10 pm.” I boarded the bus and it was only then did I realize that this was a shuttle bus service i.e. it would stop at every possible place and I could reach hostel by 10 pm i.e. it would take 5 hrs to cover a distance of 140 km…I had no other option.

Fast forward to 7 45 pm. I still haven’t reached the Andhra border; the bus is now taking a right turn from the highway to enter the town of Bagepalli. The bus stop arrives, the driver gets down to have his cup of tea, the conductor is casually chatting around and catching up with friends. The guy sitting next to me is talking on the phone in fluent English. He finishes his conversation and I try to strike one with him. He is some research associate in R V Medical College in Bangalore working on cancer treatment. He is a native of Puttaparthi, name’s Prasad. He too wants to get home fast as this bus would reach only by 10 45 pm. Now that was a bouncer ball. The engine cranks back to life at 8 pm and we hit the highway again. Prasad tells me that the bus would stop for dinner again for half an hour at a place called “Koduru” which is the check post. He is gonna get down there and change bus or catch an auto to another place “Gorantla” and from there use some other mode of transport to go to Parthi. Koduru is atleast 5 kms away. He gets up and is about to leave. As he takes leave and goes to the door, my mind starts analyzing pros and cons of me following suit i.e. how about joining that guy and I instinctively get up and join that person……………….well what happens next is an experience of a lifetime.The experience had a mix of emotions: fun, thrilling, scary and adventurous.What happened actually after that???Did i get down from the bus???Was that guy some bad guy(goonda)???? 
watch out for my next post ............picture abhi baaki hai mere dost………….

Light moments

I was checking out the new blogger interface and on the first page itself it said "477 page views"........My God...i was jubilant...i felt as if i had won the Mr.World title (no no i didn't do any crazy stuff like crying out and anything insane like that)...as a matter of fact i don't even know if such  a title exists...nevertheless in my excitement i called out to my best friend and showed the page to him and the revelation brought me back to my senses.He nonchalantly told me,"Dude, this includes the page views by yourself too"...whatever at least it brought me joy for sometime.......

By the way, i was thinking i have been sermonizing a lot.I guess its time for some 'light' content in my posts.
I would like to introduce u to my favorite Professor.He is lovingly called "Renju Sir" alias "God of Finance". He is very famous for his kullus (ie pj)...however must tell u he is one of the most dedicated professors i have ever come across..sometimes he does crack some good jokes here and there...


One fine day he called us after dinner for a surprise test.He can do that given the fact that he stays with us in our hostel.I saw the question paper and said:
 Me:   Sir, u should have given an objective type paper
Renju Sir:  Hmm , no probs, u can write objectively...


Some more to continue

no-ego and self respect

well...its been a long time since i wrote something...to be precise reflected on things...this rat race i tell u...neways better late than never...

"One can be in a no-ego state till one doesn't lose self respect"

This happened to somebody who is very close to me.let the identity be unknown for now
This person had the habit of calling up all his friends regularly given the fact that he was a highly extrovert person.One fine day,  he thought why not let  his 'friends' call him back.But then given his nature, he felt he was being egoistic and he continued to call.One unfortunate day, he saw 2 of his friends in the same bus that he was travelling and he overheard an interesting conversation.they were talking about him and he heard something that devasted him.One of them said,"U know this A.........".He keeps calling regularly to everyone on earth.He is actually losing his self respect by doing so.After calling a couple of times, if someone doesnt return him a call, he should understand that he doesnt want to be in touch...."

Now the question is should this guy be himself and continue with his nature or change himself???
Should he act as the "savior of friendship"???? or ???????
How should one draw the line between that no-ego state and losing self respect????

Well,i am still introspecting...What abt u????

some personal thoughts about the anti corruption movement

Dear All,

It is nice to see that so many of you are sending so many forwards about anna hazare and his campaign.I jus thought of sharing some personal views.It is very essential that we have our own view points.

I am glad that "India",i mean the aam aadmi has awaken to the bitter truth of life and is realizing that it is essential to fight some of the root causes of basic problems.Thousands and lakhs of people are supporting Mr.Anna and his team.I appreciate the work that these people are doing in creating awareness amongst the masses.

However,one thing that bothers me is that somewhere we all are to be blamed for the current state of affairs.How many of those protesting today have not paid a single rupee as bribe?Why talk of others? Are we perfect either?Until and unless we are right,can we point a finger towards others?

Here, I sincerely hope and pray that leaders such as Anna,Arvind Kejriwal etc should now come up to the stage and make statements like, "Friends, it is time we uproot this habit of corruption from our system(internal and external) itself...if we all together as Indians stop bribing some damn govt officials what can he/she do?? they are corrupt because we allowed them to be corrupt"

What do u say guys???I am just trying to stir up a thought.
Waiting for comments

Regards,
Ashish Bhat

Priorities

This is one important aspect that defines the logic of a lot of our actions.Hence it is very important to determine ur priorities in life.The thing to note is that we are judged based on our priorities.
eg: anna hazare has given priority to fighting corruption than any other problem.
some politicians give priority to finding means to make money rather than serve the public...
a mother's priority is the well being of her child
a student may give priority to his studies rather than thinking about earning a living and the list could be endless...

Priorities keep changing as we mature.However, it is essential to understand that one should be able to justify to ONESELF the reason for prioritizing one thing or a person over the other.I may be close to one friend and not that close to another friend of the same group.
I think this is where i face a lot of problems.i find it challenging to prioritize things and situations.what is it that requires immediate attention..
do u too feel this bothers u????
inviting suggestions

Spirit Of Independence

phew...its been a hectic fortnight...internals followed by quality mgmt project and finally preparing for the independence day drama..finally being part of a professional drama after a long time....wow it has been an amazing feeling....played the role of spirit of independence...so many learnings from being part of a drama and acting in it....will let u all know my learnings in my next post

Our Actions........

Today, me and my roommates were discussing about the affects of our actions in our daily lives.While discussing, one of them asked,"How do we know our actions are right or wrong? becoz what i actually deem to be correct might be incorrect for somebody else for eg a terrorist,even while creating a havoc amongst innocent people,continues to believe that his actions are right." Now,this question made us wear our thinking hats.Each one started providing solutions one by one.Some said we should listen to our conscience,some said we should look at the society at large etc etc.My friend did not seem to be convinced with the solutions.So, I intervened and asked him a question,"Brother,tell me, in ur life whom do u love the most?"He seemed confused with this question.I signaled him to answer the question.He said,"I love my mother the most."To which i replied,"Then, before u perform any action just think if that action will make her feel happy or sad.In case,u feel she would be happy or proud with that action then that action would be the right one.Be it anyone whom u luv,ur mother,father,girlfriend or GOD,if u feel they would approve this action or behavior of urs,then u have passed the litmus test of life."

A Bus Journey

My Life is like a journey in a bus.Some have boarded the bus before me.I sit next to or close to some of them and they accompany me for a long time.It so happens,most of the times, that these people get down before me.During this journey,i get so attached to them that separation pains.Apart from these people,given my extrovert nature,I try and talk to all those people who board my bus at different stops.Some of them enjoy my company whereas some don't and they prefer sitting far away.
I have now spent quite a few hours and then I see a bright light entering the bus.This light is emanating from the face of a beautiful,smiling,young lady.She now glides past me, and i am still holding my breath and admiring the creator but then i realize that she goes and occupies a seat very far away from me.She is so far yet so close.I now see myself frantically searching for a vacant seat close to her.yeah!! found one... but what is this!!! By the time i reach,another young man has already occupied it...alas!!!!i am too late.In the next stop, both of them get down and catch another bus.I don't know if she has gone forever.I am shattered and deny to feel or enjoy the beauty of things that already exist around me but slowly the scenes outside the bus starts interesting me.I see the mountain peaks and aim to reach there.The bus driver,too, is very nice.He stops the bus at divine,sublime places so that we could relax ourselves.I am about to reach the peak.By now,most of the people i met have got down and unknown people have boarded.On reaching the peak,i get down from the bus and turn to look at the driver.He smiles at me and drives away.Suddenly, it dawns upon me that all through the journey,the only person who was with me from the start was the bus driver.On getting down, neither did i thank Him nor did i make friendship with Him,yet He brought me to my destination......Hope i don't commit the same mistake in the future and make use of the company of the bus driver in my next journey....

value and cherish every moment and everyone

I believe that we must learn to value and cherish each moment & everything that we have today because the past can never be altered and we may never be able to enjoy it in the future. We usually tend to take people or things for granted. Just to give an eg: Yesterday, my room landline rang aloud like a barking dog at a time when we were enjoying a quite nap after lunch. It was my roommate’s sister who had called. He lifted the receiver and within seconds put it down. On enquiry, he said, “Anyway, it was my sis, I asked her to call me later”. I casually told him, “Hope it was nothing important”. This statement of mine threw open the doors of his brain and he called back. It was only then did he realize that she wanted to discuss some important issue with him which she couldn’t share even with her parents. This small incident made me travel back in time and see if I had committed such mistakes. By God’s grace, I hadn’t. However, I pondered more and found myself asking this question, “Why do we take people or things for granted. Is it becoz that person/thing is easily available?? But then what is the guarantee about future???” eg this fellow went on to share with me the conversation he had with his sister. Conversation as follows:
Bro: Sorry Sis, I hadn’t known why u had called.
Sis: Its ok, I understand. But dear bro, remember one thing. Today, I might be able to share everything with u. What is the guarantee about tomorrow?
Bro: What do u mean? Why r u saying so?
Sis (with tears in her eyes): Tomorrow, once I am married and leave the house, I cannot say that I would be as accessible to u as I am today.
My friend went on to tell me that the fact of life had struck him hard on his face.

I know its late but i have now learnt how to live

I know its late but i have learnt how to live
However may be the days to come,I have now learnt how to live

What is happiness and what is sorrow
They r but just 2 sides of the same coin
Both r like days,which neither stop nor wait
I know its late but i have learnt how to live

I didnt know whom should i call 'my own'
The one who would tell me "where have u remained in life"
or the one who would tell me "you are not alone,I am here"
I guess now i know whom to call 'my own'
I know its late but i have learnt how to live

I dont know if my friends will stay,
Because situations not under my control have forced me to keep them at bay
However i know i will make it up to them
whatever may be the blame
I know its late but i have learnt how to live

Technology.....

Today we say,with the advent of technology,the world has become small...(hope our hearts don't become small)...exchanging messages,mails has become the order of the day....but in this process are we missing something??? I was talking to a friend yesterday.I had called her after a really long time.The moment i said hello,she recognized my voice (so sweet of her) but her instant reaction was a long list of scoldings...she rebuked me for not having kept in touch....i justified saying i do mail her regularly.....to which she became silent and said something that sent me into introspection.She said,"U keep in touch with people by forwarding mails".Yes,this is what technology has done to me.....I claim to be in touch with friends and relatives thru mails!!!! In order to confirm, i checked the sent mail of my mail box and was shocked to see that in the last 7 days alone,i had sent more than 7 forwards to most of my friends.....I immediately decided "no more mails forwarding"....similarly social networking....we chat on Facebook,we comment.....that too with people who stay just a couple of kms away....i was home for the summers this year...and wanted to get back in touch with my school frnds....and guess what!! i met most of them...i was very happy having met many of them............................i was happy.......i was happy for having met them online....what a sad state of affairs.....i met them online but couldn't meet them personally although each one of them stays within a radius of 2-3 kms.....something to ponder upon...why have we started distancing ourselves and why have we become so self centered???

The path to success

Everyone today wants to reach the top and wants to be the best.The most important aspect here is the process itself.Once we reach the top,we realize that being the best or scaling the peak is nothing great.Only on reflection can we understand that it was the process that provided us the learning,a meaning to the motive.
Let me take u all back in time to the year 2007.I was in my final year under graduation.It was the month of June.I had decided that this year me and my shuttle badminton partner would win the doubles championship (we had lost in the quarter finals the previous year).In spite of the academic pressure,we both used to find time to practice and work out for the big event.To cut the story short,the championship started in the month of September and we crossed all the levels and reached the finals.We,obviously,were the underdogs and the opponent was the best team.We,however,proved to be a tough nut to crack.As against the expectations of all,we emerged victorious.My friends lifted me in jubilation and my journey back to the hostel was the one that i can never forget.I had never been praised so much in my life before.I was exuberant and was in the seventh heaven.This story continued only till that evening because by then everyone had congratulated and all got busy with their own work.Yes,it did give me momentary pleasure.That night,as i laid down on my bed and was reflecting,i realized that after all being the best did not matter much.What mattered was my hardwork for those 3-4 months.There is no word called impossible.The attitude matters.This word impossible could be read as I m possible..meaning i can do anything.

A Letter to my Friend

The other day one of my friends,who is like a kid bro to me, came up and said,"Bhai, aapne jitna duniya dekha hai maine utna dekha nahi hai aur life ke baare main jyaada kuch nahi jaanta lekin ek baat ka mujhe yakin hai ki jab bhi mujhe kisi bhi cheez ki zaroorat hogi to aap mere saath hamesha honge(Bro, I havent seen life as much as you have and i dont know much about it either,however i am confident that whenever i need something u will always be there for me)".Well,what could i say???Tears had welled up in my eyes and i just hugged him.
This incident inspired me to write the following:

"A Letter to My Friend"

Dear Friend,
Whenever you are feeling low and want to cry,
I may not be able to make you laugh but will surely be there to cry with you.
Whenever you are feeling miserable and want to run far away,
I may not stop you and cheer u up but will surely be there to run away with you.
Whenever you have a problem and want to get out of it,
I may not be able to provide solutions but will surely be there to listen to you.
Whenever you are victorious and want to celebrate,
I may not be able to sing your praises but will surly be there to get a cake.
But,
Whenever you look around and realize I am not with you,
Trust me,that is the time when "I need You"

about me

A lot of my friends who had a look at my blog suggested that i should write something about myself.Now,the million dollar question is what should i write about??

So, here i am making an attempt to write about myself.Who am I???Wow now that is a pretty challenging question...i myself have no clue about who i am....just in case i answer that question then probably i too could become a guruji and people would start worshiping me...ok ok will not start getting philosophical....

Well i am the "aam aadmi" born in kerala,brought up in Mumbai, have lived on this holy earth for the past 25yrs.I have done my graduation,a post graduate diploma,have worked with India's largest private sector bank and am now,like any other sheep in the herd,pursuing MBA.

I understand now i am supposed to tell about my likes and dislikes.To be frank i dont know what are my likes and dislikes...i will have to think over and let u all know...

Continuing with my bio data,It is said we are not one but 3.What we think we are,what others think we are and what we actually are.It sounded confusing to me in the beginning but later could comprehend the meaning.I think  i am a person who likes to have fun,likes to talk a lot(seriously sometimes it becomes tough to stop me) and i, like anyone else do speak a lot of crap.i love music.My hobbies include dramatics and public speaking(given the fact that i like to sermonize a lot) and i consider to be pretty good at it...........hey guys u know what... i am actually enjoying writing this..... this is the time when i can exalt myself and sing my own glory.....my friend who is sitting next to me is saying.."what the hell?? u r praising yourself!!!!!!!" well whats wrong??? can u do it for me??can u praise me??? no rite??? 

yes friends.......the world might not be always kind enough to keep u happy always...in case it does to u,then u r lucky....it is left to us to remain happy...as the saying goes..

"Pain is inevitable,suffering is optional"

There is this acquaintance of mine who was explaining to me the joys of boozing,smoking and ogling at girls etc...I was showing least interest in his talks...no no i am not saying i am not interested in women..but the manner in which he was talking was of no interest to me...at this he mocked at me by saying,"arre tu to abhi bhi bachha hai na(u r still a kid)" and laughed out aloud...i immediately shot back at him and said ,"tune bada hoke kya ukhad liya?(what have u achieved by growing)"..i continued by saying."if this is what it means by growing,then i prefer to be a child"..Such statements especially from me flabbergasted him.He had nothing more to say but quietly walk away.
I was feeling very proud at that point in time… “A fiiting reply” I thought.While I was extolling myself at this feat of teaching him a good lesson, my mind which is sometimes as bubbly as a champagne said....”the words that I had uttered had just come out in the spur of the moment..what did I actually mean??” I realised that I had actually spoken the bitter fact of life..what have we achieved till date?? Take me for example…its been 25 years that this lump of flesh has existed on this beautiful place called earth..what have I achieved?? In how many people’s faces have i brought a smile?? What are the number of incidents that made my parents,friends,relatives feel proud of me???
This is something that I should seriously think about.If the numbers to the question are high,then I need to keep it up…if not then better pull up your socks ashish…

Simplicity of Life

It is said that to be happy in life it is very essential to make life simple and not complicated but how many of us realize it and understand it???why tell others...do i realize it???this was 'the question' and 'the thought' that was bothering me a lot when i noticed something different yesterday.I have been apparently 'very busy' in the last week or so preparing for the TATA Business Leadership awards and yesterday while returning back from the college computer centre at around 9 45pm, i saw something very simple in our lives.My mind was so complicated with thoughts of my abilities to present,the work i was doing etc etc that this incident came as an eye opener.I saw a  person riding on a bicycle and on this cycle was also seated his daughter.This small girl probably around 5 yrs old was having a gala ride with her father(i guess).The father and the daughter very laughing away to glory as they enjoyed the cool breeze that was blowing.The father looked very simple(my positive attitude does not allow me to use the word "poor") and imagine we,who consider ourselves 'well-to-do' do not have the so called 'time' to enjoy such simple experiences.
I started thinking....what is the use of all this?why am i doing all this?am i actually enjoying what i do?well i have still not answered my own questions..why dont u ask this questions to urself?if u have answered to ur satisfaction then i guess u could be happy...:)

why good people suffer???

This is a question that some of my best friends have asked me.(the very fact that they are my best friends would mean that they are good people...).Some of the common questions are "Ye mere saatha hi kyun hota hai?".Anyways, i was thinking what do i tell them when they share their feelings with me?How can i console them?
Some people say the answer lies in 'karma theory'.They say you might have done something in your previous birth...arre then why punish him/her in this birth...not very convincing right?? My mind started pondering over this issue and then a thought dawned upon me.I think God,probably, makes the good people suffer because it is through them that the world can learn the 'ideal way of life'.Also,it is only they who have the capacity to face difficulties.Our scriptures are a proof to my statement.In Mahabharata,Mother Kunti and her sons,the pandavas always faced troubles.However,God(Krishna) was always by their side and that is why people for ages have respect for them.Similarly,Rama had to face a lot of hardships and today people rever Him as their Lord.I dont say we are as great as them,but the good suffer so that others can look at them and emulate their ideologies and values in their lives too.
The need of the hour is transformation and for this 'the good people' have to make that sacrifice for the betterment of the society.It is the attitude that is very important.The perfect example is one of my friends whom i met this vacation.This friend(name undisclosed) had faced a difficult situation which i had seen myself.However,this person took it as a challenge and overcame it successfully.The friend later told me that it was an experience and not a hardship.......hmmm something that we could emulate...

Is prison a better place than office???

@ PRISON	@ WORK
You spend the majority of your time in a 10X10 cell @ PRISON	you spend the majority of your time In an 6X6 cubicle /office @ WORK
You get three meals a day fully paid for @ PRISON	you get a break for one meal and You have to pay for it @ WORK
You get time off for good behavior	you get more work for Good behavior
@ PRISON The guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you @ PRISON	@ WORK You must often carry a security card And open all the doors for yourself @ WORK
You can watch TV and play games @ PRISON	you could get fired for watching TV and playing games @ WORK
You get your own toilet @ PRISON	you have to share the toilet with Some people who pee on the seat @ WORK
They allow your family and friends to visit @ PRISON	you aren't even supposed to speak To your family @ WORK
All expenses are paid by the taxpayers with no work required @ PRISON	you get to pay all your expenses to go To work, and they deduct taxes from Your salary to pay for prisoners @ WORK
You spend most of your life inside bars wanting to get out	you spend most of your time wanting To get out and go inside bars
@ PRISON You must deal with sadistic wardens	@ WORK They are called managers

Tears of joy

How often has someone come and appreciated u or praised u for a job well done???Well, in my life,i have observed that if your duty was to complete a task and in case u did it well,then u dont always recieve a pat on the back for the simple reason that u were supposed to do it.At the same time,if you are not effective and efficient,then you had it...some times you could have a glimpse at the "dictionary of abuses"(majority of the people are well versed atleast in this field).
I was thinking of the above yesterday and thought of making some difference in atleast one person's life for that day.The whole day passed and unfortunately did not find anyone who was worth my praise..:)..i guess the problem here was i had no time to notice the good work the others were doing...how selfish and unfortunate of me...anyways,it was dinner time and with my plate and glass in hand,was standing in line to take my share of roti and sabzi.I had my dinner,which was pretty good compared to hostel standards and then miraculously it struck to me that here was my oppurtunity.It is said if u even think of doing some good deed,then God comes to ur rescue.After i finished my dinner,i went straight to the kitchen in charge and complimented him for the amazing dinner.What transpired next will remain etched in my memory forever.The moment i complimented the gentleman,there were TEARS OF JOY in his eyes.He went on to tell me that not many students come and tell him that the food was great today.He also said that he would sleep very well that night.I had nothing more to say after that.I just walked away form there.Needless to say,i too slept well last night.
Thank you God for making me a worthy instrument in your hands and hope You will continue to guide me always

Suggestions required.......

One of my friends was facing a problem.He is working in metropolitan city.He has this roommate who is so close to him that he considers my friend's belongings to be his own.My friend was giving me an eg.A month ago,my friend bought a new,branded perfume.His roommate had started using it more frequently than him.My friend,who is very submissive,wants a way out...what do u think he should do???
Well,my suggestion was: buy him a perfume(of course a cheap one) and tell him that since he uses a perfume regularly,u thought it was the best gift to give.If he has an iota of shame left in him,he will stop.

My first blog

Well here i am writing my first blog...thoughts immediately have started running around looking for things to write in the first blog...what should i write about??? There are so many things that i want to share with all of u..well i just came to know on starting this blog that i can earn PAISA thru blogging....vaah...my mind immediately has started shouting "Beta ab shuru ho gaya na ,note dikha nahi ki  sapna kharidne shuru ???"