tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41825674886860492372024-03-12T21:35:05.856-07:00ENNUIThe me decipheredJitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-35044190298817607822011-12-26T23:49:00.000-08:002011-12-27T00:05:00.881-08:00A renewed zeal and enthusiasm.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nefxp6ASpVU/Tvl61hryUWI/AAAAAAAAADg/fodmjQJGEFQ/s1600/tumblr_lsoh4zN6XI1qatrxho1_1280.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nefxp6ASpVU/Tvl61hryUWI/AAAAAAAAADg/fodmjQJGEFQ/s400/tumblr_lsoh4zN6XI1qatrxho1_1280.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690714664153010530" /></a><br />A beautiful song playing in the background. I am working on making the assessment policy for my school, and all of sudden I have this song strong urge of Blogging. I guess thats only after seeing my friends blog entry. It reminded me, Hey ! I also have a blog. So here I am listening to the title track from the Movie Kamine. Amazing lyrics. Amazing Music." Kabhi Zindagi se manga Pinjre mein Chand La do." Some time songs can do so much with your mind. Oh! Songs play mind game. <br /><br />So what is my state of mind. Well there is so much going on in my little mind. There are so many things to be done. So many dreams to be lived. So many places to be seen. So many people to touched. And I feel that I am running short of time. Sitting in my office I realize that life isn't so difficult as I think. I just need to focus. Well this wonderful poster by my friend Utpal gave me this insight right now. That I need not lose my imagination and focus. I need not lose the conviction in myself that I wont be able to finish so many things. You know what! I will. <br /><br />Well this is feeling so good. Typing out your feelings, speaking to your Macbook. Just being alone in your office. As I sit here there are no students. No staff to come and disturb me. This silence is beautiful. The song just stopped. And somehow I have tears in my eyes. I don't know why but I feeling like crying. May be this is my mind's way to de-stress. Thank God for this beautiful moment. <br /><br />PEACE.Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-56834844838866156592010-06-29T09:09:00.001-07:002010-06-29T09:19:00.902-07:00A new begining:- I promise to type everydayWell work place is really becoming sickening. I somehow feel choked working. Its only the kids thats makes me go on. Keeping that aside I have to remember that I am a bonded labour,for at least the next two years. 1st July I will be getting a new boss. Lets see how she is. The funniest thing about bosses is that you always feel that you know more than them. You feel like laughing at their stupidities.Dad has taught me one thing that "Boss is always correct." Dad I take this in its eternity. These days I feel really lonely. Miss mom a lot. And yes !!!! miss dad also :-( want so desperately to hug him tell him that I love him so much. I hope you will understand me dad when I am gone. I also miss bapuji. He was hospitalized and this was the first time I was not with him. His entire life has revolved around me. And here I am a selfish bastard who didn't go to see him. But how can I. I hope that what I feel these days is a passing phase. I hope I will see the bright things again.Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-8512245968197159942010-05-25T06:37:00.000-07:002010-05-25T06:38:45.596-07:00A story....Dear Blog,<br /><br /><br />First of all accept my apologies for not writing sooner. I promise to you that I will be posting regularly, come what may.<br /><br />I have a story to tell.<br /><br />Will you listen?Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-15723500062019668172009-10-20T00:12:00.000-07:002009-10-20T00:18:55.509-07:00Why are you so scared to love?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/St1kQYh-QjI/AAAAAAAAACI/s_IGPDhWPGU/s1600-h/upload.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/St1kQYh-QjI/AAAAAAAAACI/s_IGPDhWPGU/s200/upload.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394578161285349938" /></a><br />Why are you scared to love?<br />Why are you scared to confess?<br />Your eyes seem to give me signs <br />But don't know why your lips you confine.<br />What makes you go back<br />What resists you to sup me in?<br />Its only you I think these days <br />Its only you I breathe these days<br />You are the one around which life revolves<br />I am waiting for the day till<br />the love in your heart evolves.Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-24235202574107498462009-10-04T06:10:00.000-07:002009-10-04T06:12:38.162-07:0010 things before I want to do before I dieWell figuring it out... Thodi hi der mein hum phir haazir honge break ke baadJitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-27188099007867827152009-09-28T00:49:00.000-07:002009-09-28T00:53:13.704-07:00The world is full of hypocritesWell last nite got a lecture over the phone on being positive about negative things.Sometimes people don't realize that being negative about positive things mar people's interest in certain things. Well the present job has taught me a trillion things. One important thing that I have learnt from this job that how survival of the dumbest works. <br /><br />Well the answer is simple flatter, flatter, flatter the parent..... Cause you don't have enough brain you use enough butter... Keep going guys!!!!Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-80027082701822438242009-08-12T23:56:00.000-07:002009-08-13T00:07:19.681-07:00Est -ceque vous m'aimz encore?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SoO7gJn1NOI/AAAAAAAAACA/SKcrVmh_-5E/s1600-h/img-questions-lrg.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SoO7gJn1NOI/AAAAAAAAACA/SKcrVmh_-5E/s200/img-questions-lrg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369341341768955106" /></a><br />The din of the traffic fades away<br />as your memories sweeps by<br />My eyes wells up with tears<br />Thinking this you did to me why.<br /><br />You say you don't love me<br />But you still care for me though.<br />For me you are my life.<br />Wanted to let you know.<br /><br />Evenings are full of expectations,<br />And so full are the days.<br />I keep waiting for you really,<br />Looking for you down the way.<br /><br />The pains you give me sometimes<br />I often find them sweet. <br />But without you my friend<br />My heart tends to bleed.<br /><br />There are thousand questions often <br />which I really want to ask<br />But two keep nagging <br />the back of my heart.<br /><br />Did you ever really love me?<br />Did you ever took me yours?<br />The final question let me put it<br />Do you still love me so?Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-43867587589236435172009-08-12T01:37:00.000-07:002009-08-12T01:40:04.663-07:00Some random thoughtsGosh have created this blog and haven't got time to post on it... New place new life, new diseases.... A cough, a sneez gives fear these days.... Promise to be regular from now.... Very soon a poem... for you Mr.PresidentJitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-34019481186964298332009-06-19T00:01:00.000-07:002009-06-19T00:06:40.730-07:00The School and the cityWell life is all topsy turvy right now. Just shifted to a new city,a new school. A new way of life. Sometimes I muse whether what I did was right.... What am doing here. Well the answer is.............. I am trying to find LIFEJitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-76230005377022189042009-03-05T03:44:00.000-08:002009-03-05T03:51:34.768-08:00I am just a kidI woke up it was 7<br />I waited till 11<br />Just to figure out that no one would call<br />I think i got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them<br />What's another night all alone?<br />When your spending everyday on your own<br />And here it goes<br />I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare<br />I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair<br />Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is<br />Having more fun than me<br />Tonight...<br /><br />And maybe when the night is dead, I'll crawl into my bed<br />Staring at these 4 walls again<br />I'll try to think about the last time, I had a good time<br />Everyone's got somewhere to go<br />And they're gonna leave me here on my own and here it goes<br /><br />I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare<br />I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair<br />Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is<br />Having more fun than me<br /><br />What the fuck is wrong with me?<br />Don't fit in with anybody<br />How did this happen to me?<br />Wide awake I'm bored and I can't fall asleep<br />And every night is the worst night ever<br /><br />I'm just a kid <br /><br />I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare<br />I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair<br />Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is<br />Nobody wants to be alone in the world.<br />I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare<br />I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair<br />Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is<br />Nobody wants to be alone in the world<br />Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is<br />Having more fun than me tonight<br />I'm all alone tonight<br />Nobody cares tonight<br />Cause I'm just a kid tonightJitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-10387149392532964542009-02-27T04:31:00.000-08:002009-02-27T04:33:21.746-08:00BublyThis ones for you .....Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-72472470934342346122009-02-26T08:04:00.000-08:002009-02-26T08:05:15.461-08:00The sunsetThe gale is touching my face and making me feel alive. Kaiser Lake is a beautiful place to be at sunset. But it is sunset. I brood upon my present, mystified, confused, tensed, and troubled. Life is a jigsaw puzzle which I am TRYING to put into pieces. Saturated of teaching, I want to learn now. Just saw a flock of birds and my heart started flying. These birds are flying home. They call It a day. I also want to go home…. Home where I live life in my own way. Home, where I am me. Home, where my dreams soar. I get up and start taking an amble near the meadow. Daffodils, chrysanthemums, lilies, and some wild flowers have covered the land adding a magic to the vista. But somehow the magnetism was missing don’t know why, may be because of the dusk. I see a butterfly flying amidst these strikingly beautiful flowers. I thought of the butterflies’ life cycle. How it grows. How it flies. How it adds beauty to the picture created by nature. Why can’t I be like a butterfly? Oh how nice it would be if I could spin a cocoon around me. Cover myself and then come out of it free like a butterfly. I think color is missing form my life that’s why I thought of becoming a butterfly. The sun is setting down now and the rays reflect in the water and add a lot of questions to my already confused mind. The sun has finally set and it gave me a significant point with its last ray. Now I know that why do the sun set so that there can be sun rise next morning. There can be brightness. The beauty can again bloom. The sun gave me a lesson and it was – HOPE.Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-68208684858023291002009-02-09T20:30:00.000-08:002009-02-09T20:30:00.474-08:00Merci President<span style="font-family:courier new;">Thank you</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">For teaching me wrong from right and</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">encouraging me to keep my dream in sight.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">For showing me to not let obstacles keep me down.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And for creating a smile from of my frown.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">For saying that you care about me</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And for showing just how special love should be.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">For wiping my tears away when I am feeling sad,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And for calming me down when I tend to go mad,</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">For helping others with the good that you do</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And for teaching me that I should help others too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">For hugging me when I am feeling blue.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">And whispering into my ear "I do care"</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Thank you, Mr. President,for all that you do</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I dont know where I would be if it </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">weren't for you.</span>Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-57464702679246403682009-02-02T00:29:00.000-08:002009-02-02T00:42:25.145-08:00I am sorry I cant be perfect<div align="justify">I object..... I object to the fact that parents are God's incarnation on earth. I cant digest this fact. I teach students to forgive and forget. I teach students that parents are next to God. But somehow lack conviction. Everyday I have a new mellodrama unfurling in a place which i call Home!!! Sometimes its a metal rod, sometimes its my things thrown out, sometimes its a chilly winter nite and me. I want to ask to someone what is my fault. A humble request to you God please give a option to the child to select his or her parents or they will end up feeling that they were never born like me. I cant understand the essence of life. The ennui is taking over me. Someday I ll leave life like that. And start my quest for eternal peace. Peace. Peace. Peace form the everyday mundane world. Peace from the race to earn money. Peace to get admission and make a career. Peace that I would be one with God. Dad says no one will be with me. Hey day no one was with me ever.... I cant breath, I cant see but noboy bothers... But ya some figures in my bank balance bother too much. I wan t an answer from life Are you tough with everyone? People say its a phase, Is it so? </div><p align="justify"><br /> </p><div align="justify">I welcome you ennui come and sup into me. Let me lose intrest in what men call LIFE.</div><p align="justify"><br /> </p><div align="justify">Cheers!!! (Sarcasm intended)</div>Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-2388370833771883402009-01-27T09:09:00.000-08:002009-01-28T03:01:20.083-08:00Wish you could feel my pain<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SYA6Grv4AFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rHbm5pXNaG0/s1600-h/63.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296297048284856402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SYA6Grv4AFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/rHbm5pXNaG0/s200/63.JPG" border="0" /></a> Wish I was a priority in your life. <div><div><div>Wish I was a majority of your life.</div><div>Wish I could make you see my heart.</div><div>Wish I could make you see the wait.</div><div>Wish I could make you see the seconds,</div><div>hanging for my cell to beep.</div><div>Oh how i wish you come here,</div><div>and see my present with a peep.</div><div>But what to wish now from life</div><div>All my wishes circle around you.</div><div>But there's a last wish I want you to know,</div><div>When the dawn will set to my life,</div><div>Please hold hand gently , </div><div>And atleast say a GOOD BYE</div></div></div>Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-61279761757701201032009-01-27T08:34:00.000-08:002009-01-27T08:43:52.745-08:00The Twilight SagaWell just completed breaking dawn last nite in the train. Brillant, Outstanding, superb, I dont know how many such adjectives can I write for these books. Well love has been redifined in these set of books. Actually Bella has personified love.Edward shows a new presepective on Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights but he is not as bad as him. The entire story actually epitomises sacrifice. Would deifinetly recommend everyone to read the four books.<br />Kudos,<br />JitenJitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-11282581684061958922009-01-19T05:43:00.000-08:002009-01-19T05:47:26.790-08:00This ones for you Mr. PresidentMy slience speaks....Listen to it......Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-73605738354469530002009-01-16T21:36:00.000-08:002009-01-16T21:46:21.029-08:00Empathy<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SXFwMw94mtI/AAAAAAAAABY/-dm24Ig-UvY/s1600-h/04SP1_TheLittleMatchGirl_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292134401742248658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SXFwMw94mtI/AAAAAAAAABY/-dm24Ig-UvY/s320/04SP1_TheLittleMatchGirl_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="justify">Just had used the word emapthy so many times. Last nite I felt empathetic about The Little Match Girl. </div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">The Little Match Girl</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire."Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love."Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">I wish I have had a same end......</div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify">Jiten</div>Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-24249992000195119652009-01-14T07:50:00.000-08:002009-01-14T07:56:58.926-08:00HONEY! I’VE DUMPED YOU<div align="center">Recouping a broken relationship</div><div align="justify"> Broken relationships are more painful than broken ribs. I am no big psychiatrist but I am a human. I’ve had my share of heartbreaks and heartaches. So what do we do when somebody actually dump on us. For once life comes to a standstill. Nothing seems real we feel like “God let it be a nightmare, let it get over when I wake up.” When the reality actually dawns we know it’s too late to set things right. Now what! What should we do increase the sale of tissues, CRY SOB SLOTH organize a condolence meeting for the relationship that no longer exists.<br />Here are some handy and practical tips which helped me to move on with things.<br /> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">The Chronicles of Sobbster: - </span></div><div align="justify">This was told by one of my friends and believe me this helped me miraculously. Wondering what is it exactly! Well maintain a grief diary. The most difficult phase after a break up is the flood of memories that keeps on flowing in your brain like a deluge. Those texts messages, those songs everything pinches you. You feel like talking to that idiot again. But you can’t. So what do you do next? You just simply sit and sob. Next time, pick a diary (an old one though) and start writing whatever you feel like. You feel like swearing, swear in it. Curse, talk, and love whatever you want to say to that fellow who has actually dumped you. Now the question is what the funda behind the entire gamut is. Well you actually start writing #1 it takes time #2 it takes effort and finally this entire process of writing becomes so painful that you come out of that web of memories. You actually see the sun behind those clouds. And with the diary use it in the barbecue next time.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">The Six Packs:-</span></div><div align="justify"> Well six packs are in really in fashion. After a break up get a six pack. Join a gym or any sport (Well could have mentioned some fancy names but nobody agreed for sponsorship money!) Na I am not endorsing a Shahrukh or Aamir here. Ask your science teachers they can explain better. A work out releases a hormone that distresses the mind and helps to forget those old unwanted memories. But hey wait a minute don’t go heavy on the pocket. A run for a mile will do the same miracle.<br /> <br /><span style="font-size:180%;">The Jagjit Effect: -</span></div><div align="justify"> Well listening to Jagjit Singh can be dangerous. (Hey no offence intended) Well this happened to me Jagjit Singh, Kishor Kumar, Ghulam Ali became instant favorite with me after I was dumped for the first time. It took me a while that those songs actually added to the trauma. They take you back to those days. So please pick some good numbers. The music market is flooded with good numbers. And also stop correlating every number with your life. You feel like Ghulam Ali is actually singing your story. Gulzar Saab wrote the song keeping you in mind. For once give it a break. Pick some good music and hum to it.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Rendezvous with Simi Gerewal: - </span></div><div align="justify">Na Not a big fan of hers. But yes the conversation part of it rocks. Well the phrase “Gham Bantne se Kam hota hai” actually makes sense. Talk about your issues to friends, family, and pets. Even talking to an empathetic stranger on the internet helps a lot. Don’t keep things piled up in your heart spew it out. You need courage for it and you need to accept the fact that people who loves ought to know what going on in your life.<br /><br />Finally remember laugh, live and enjoy. Love comes again in life. Remember what Sidney Sheldon tells in his autobiography “You don’t know what can happen tomorrow. Life is like a novel, isn’t it? It’s filled with suspense. You have no idea what’s going to happen until you turn the page.” So keep turning the pages</div>Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-87314663636867882102009-01-12T09:44:00.000-08:002009-01-12T09:55:20.753-08:00Technical Problem<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SWuDed-UmvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SzFEgLBgpsE/s1600-h/Missing-you-Poster-C12193998.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290466746742119154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SWuDed-UmvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/SzFEgLBgpsE/s320/Missing-you-Poster-C12193998.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SWuDd6N-HcI/AAAAAAAAABI/0UA_4ww76FM/s1600-h/missing-you.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290466737144077762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SWuDd6N-HcI/AAAAAAAAABI/0UA_4ww76FM/s320/missing-you.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">My heart has a mind of its own and it knows when you are not arround it misses you</span><span style="font-size:100%;">.....</span></div></div>Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-26151681797366772402009-01-10T10:35:00.000-08:002009-01-19T05:48:51.359-08:00Why I am a teacher<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, 'What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?' He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: 'Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach.' To stress his point he said to another guest; 'You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?' Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, 'You want to know what I make? (She paused for a second, and then began...) 'Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.<br />I make a C+ feel like the Congressional Medal of Honor winner. I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental. You want to know what I make? (She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table.)I make kids wonder. I make them question.I make them apologize and mean it.I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions. I teach them to write and then I make them write Keyboarding isn't everything.I make them read, read, readI make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain, not the man-made calculator. I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know about English while preserving their unique cultural identity.I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.I make my students stand, placing their hand over their heart to say the Pledge of Allegiance to the Flag, One Nation Under God, because we live in the United States of America.Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life. (Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn't everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant.... You want to know what I make? I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make Mr. CEO?'His jaw dropped, he went silent</span></div>Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-39493111781596566832009-01-10T06:40:00.000-08:002009-01-10T06:45:54.212-08:00The Pursuit of Happyness<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SWi0kKDEQBI/AAAAAAAAABA/qi28i3foQ18/s1600-h/Happiness--Henry-David-Thoreau-Magnet-C11750605.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289676295612153874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SWi0kKDEQBI/AAAAAAAAABA/qi28i3foQ18/s320/Happiness--Henry-David-Thoreau-Magnet-C11750605.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Had read quite a many times that “Every cloud has a sliver lining.” Well literally lived the moment for two hours watching this movie. Gosh had this movie like for ages in ma pen drive but kept on procrastinating watching it.<br />Now I ask maself WHY???? Well really moved and inspired at the movement. Chris Gardner is a real fighter. A question which I am bound to ask myself. Why is life so harsh to people? Why is the actually pursuit of HaPPyness so difficult? Why life screws people so often? Well may be some other movie will have an answer. Till then Jiten. Keep Watching. </div>Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-41985147909352908522009-01-09T23:05:00.001-08:002009-01-09T23:19:47.892-08:00U and I<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SWhL6UUnGEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/82wJT6-MXQ0/s1600-h/alphabet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289561227606300738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SWhL6UUnGEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/82wJT6-MXQ0/s320/alphabet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I may mean nothing to you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">For me you are everything.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I may just be a passing phase,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">For me you are eternity.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I may mean something to you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">For me life is all about you.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">You may fail to understand me.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">For me each of your heartbeats speak</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">I may sometimes bug you though.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">But for me there is no one,you know.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">You are all ma heart wish to see.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;">And for this you are in my prayers to Thee.</span></div>Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-7790329770737063702009-01-09T03:53:00.000-08:002009-01-09T04:07:54.721-08:00This ones for you Mr. President<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SWc-Aq61ueI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JTQKHlN1toM/s1600-h/photography333.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289264468611938786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wY539WJZXGU/SWc-Aq61ueI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JTQKHlN1toM/s320/photography333.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>You, do you remember me?</div><br /><div>Like I remember you?</div><br /><div>Do you spend your lifeGoing back in your mind to that time?</div><br /><div>Because I, I walk the streets alone </div><br /><div>I hate being on my own</div><br /><div>And everyone can see that I really fell</div><br /><div>And I'm going through hell</div><br /><div>Thinking about you with somebody else</div>Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4182567488686049237.post-14413466637326103842009-01-09T02:42:00.000-08:002009-01-09T02:43:22.007-08:00Additions“Pursuit is a second act of Victory, <br />In many cases more important that the first.”A thirst for knowledge, a chase for perfection, a quiver full of aspirations, and a clenched fist of dreams is what present life is all about.Jitenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06240504238051453182noreply@blogger.com0