<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912</id><updated>2011-12-06T03:23:11.231+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Diary .............. Like Me, There is something for all !!!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-7715605464121558535</id><published>2011-12-06T03:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-06T03:23:11.239+05:30</updated><title type='text'>pagesinxt problem in my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;There was a strange error in my blog, after some time, the blog automatically redirected to a link by pagesinxt&lt;br /&gt;After a little investigation i was able to find out the source of this link was a call originated from a js file&lt;br /&gt;from this link : datrove.web2rank.com/widgets/img/35/704539103.js&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i couldnt figure out from where this call was originating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter whether i clicked on any link, the same URL redirect from pagesinxt was opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After investigating a bit more, i cleared the template, customized html code in it.&lt;br /&gt;But still, error was not gone. So , i found out it must be one of the widgets i am suing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I removed all the unnecessary widgets one by one and while removing them, i found the problematic link :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-7715605464121558535?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7715605464121558535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=7715605464121558535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7715605464121558535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7715605464121558535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2011/12/pagesinxt-problem-in-my-blog.html' title='pagesinxt problem in my blog'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-3562983114632945969</id><published>2010-04-06T13:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:23:17.167+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thinking to quit  ?</title><content type='html'>One day I decided to quit...&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job, my relationship, my  spirituality...&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to quit my life. I went to the woods to have one last talk&lt;br /&gt;with  God.&lt;br /&gt;"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"&lt;br /&gt;His answer surprised me...&lt;br /&gt;"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes", I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care&lt;br /&gt;of  them. I gave them light. I gave them water.&lt;br /&gt;The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the&lt;br /&gt;floor.&lt;br /&gt;Yet  nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo. In the second year the Fern grew&lt;br /&gt;more  vibrant and plentiful.&lt;br /&gt;And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did not quit on&lt;br /&gt;the  bamboo. He said.&lt;br /&gt;"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I&lt;br /&gt;would  not quit.&lt;br /&gt;In year four, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;I would not quit." He said.&lt;br /&gt;"Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant...But&lt;br /&gt;just  6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;It had spent the five years&lt;br /&gt;growing roots. Those roots made it&lt;br /&gt;strong  and gave it what it needed to&lt;br /&gt;survive.&lt;br /&gt;I would not give any of my&lt;br /&gt;creations a challenge it could not&lt;br /&gt;handle."&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. "Did you know, my child, that all this time you have&lt;br /&gt;been  struggling, you have actually been growing roots"&lt;br /&gt;"I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a&lt;br /&gt;different  purpose than the fern. Yet they both make the forest&lt;br /&gt;beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;"Your time will come", God said to me. "You will rise high"&lt;br /&gt;"How high should I rise" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"How high will the bamboo rise" He asked in&lt;br /&gt;return.&lt;br /&gt;"As high as it can" I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." He said,&lt;br /&gt;"Give me glory by rising as high as you can."&lt;br /&gt;I left the forest  and bring back this story.&lt;br /&gt;Never Give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- ( As recieved by me in a forwarded mail ) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-3562983114632945969?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3562983114632945969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=3562983114632945969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3562983114632945969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3562983114632945969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2010/04/thinking-to-quit.html' title='Thinking to quit  ?'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5779328439882842638</id><published>2010-02-25T17:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:35:24.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And Still People fight over little things !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: pink;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;GIVING BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: pink;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at Stanford Hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare and serious disease.  Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister.  I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save Liz."&lt;br /&gt;As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right  away?"&lt;br /&gt;Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: pink;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;Note : Above posts is copied from some blog, just for viewer's viewing purpose and raising awareness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5779328439882842638?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5779328439882842638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5779328439882842638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5779328439882842638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5779328439882842638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-still-people-fight-over-little.html' title='And Still People fight over little things !!!'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-1555532962800682412</id><published>2010-02-06T08:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-06T08:37:03.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Short Story : Attitude is everything !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate.  He  was always in a good  mood and always had something positive to say.  When someone would ask  him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were any better, I would  be twins!"&lt;br /&gt;He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had  followed  him around from restaurant to restaurant.  The reason the waiters  followed Jerry was because of his attitude.  He was a natural motivator.    If an employee was having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the  employee  how to look on the positive side of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to  Jerry  and asked him, "I don't get it! You can't be a positive person all of  the time.  How do you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, Jerry, you  have two choices today.  You can choose to be in a good mood or you  can choose to be in a bad mood.'  I choose to be in a good mood.   Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I  can choose to learn from it.  I choose to learn from it.  Every  time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their  complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose  the positive side of life."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes it is," Jerry said.  "Life is all about choices.  When you cut  away all the junk, every situation is a choice.  You choose how you  react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood.   You choose to be in a good or bad mood.  The bottom line:  It's your  choice how you live life."&lt;br /&gt;I reflected on what Jerry said.  Soon thereafter, I left the  restaurant  industry to start my own business.  We lost touch, but I often thought  about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never  supposed to do in a restaurant business:  he left the back door open  one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three armed robbers.&lt;br /&gt;While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness,  slipped off the combination.  The robbers panicked and shot him.   Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the local  trauma center. &lt;br /&gt;After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was  released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in  his body.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jerry about six months after the accident.  When I asked him  how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins.  Wanna  see my scars?"&lt;br /&gt;I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through  his mind as the robbery took place.&lt;br /&gt;"The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have  locked the back door," Jerry replied.  "Then, as I lay on the floor,  I remembered that I had two choices:  I could choose to live, or I  could choose to die. I chose to live."&lt;br /&gt;"Weren't you scared?  Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great.  They kept telling me  I was going to be fine.  But when they wheeled me into the emergency  room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses,  I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man.' I knew  I needed to take action."&lt;br /&gt;"What did you do?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said  Jerry. "She asked if I was allergic to anything.  'Yes,' I replied. The  doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply.  I  took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!'  Over their laughter, I told  them, "I am choosing to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."&lt;br /&gt;Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of  his amazing attitude.  I learned from him that every day we have the  choice to live fully.&lt;br /&gt;Attitude, after all, is everything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-1555532962800682412?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1555532962800682412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=1555532962800682412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/1555532962800682412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/1555532962800682412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/short-story-attitude-is-everything.html' title='Short Story : Attitude is everything !!!'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5066526813312534897</id><published>2010-02-01T07:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-01T07:36:07.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A inspiring video Link</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/adLxTDJgXUw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/adLxTDJgXUw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this one to be really a great video !!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/adLxTDJgXUw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/adLxTDJgXUw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;Video Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5066526813312534897?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5066526813312534897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5066526813312534897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5066526813312534897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5066526813312534897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2010/02/inspiring-video-link.html' title='A inspiring video Link'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-7363975557806681350</id><published>2010-01-14T01:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T01:14:28.203+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 Idiots and its Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Recently I got this e-mail, it is a things to be learned from "3-idiots"&amp;nbsp; Bollywood (indian) movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Management Lessons from "3 Idiots" Movie... Good One...! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="334" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=1c4337beb7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1262881fa55e74a6&amp;amp;attid=0.11&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.1&amp;amp;zw" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Never Try To Be Successful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success is the bye-product. Excellence always creates success. So, never run after the success, let it happen automatically in the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="751" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=1c4337beb7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1262881fa55e74a6&amp;amp;attid=0.8&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.2&amp;amp;zw" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom To Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t die before actual death. Live every moment to the fullest as you are going to&lt;br /&gt;die today night. Life is gifted to humankind to live, live &amp;amp; live @ happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passion Leads To Excellence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When your hobby becomes your profession and passion becomes your profession. You will be able to lead up to excellence in the life. Satisfaction, pleasure, joy and love will be the outcome of following passion. Following your passion for years, you will surely become something one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=1c4337beb7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1262881fa55e74a6&amp;amp;attid=0.10&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.3&amp;amp;zw" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Learning Is Very Simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers do fail. Learners never fail. Learning is never complicated or difficult. Learning is always possible whatever rule you apply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=1c4337beb7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1262881fa55e74a6&amp;amp;attid=0.5&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.4&amp;amp;zw" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pressure At Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current education system is developing pressures on students’ head. University intelligence is useful and making some impact in the life but it cannot be at the cost of the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=1c4337beb7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1262881fa55e74a6&amp;amp;attid=0.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.5&amp;amp;zw" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life Is Emotion Management Not Intelligence Optimization&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory and regular study have definite value and it always helps you in leading a life. You are able to survive even if you can make some mark in the path of the life. With artificial intelligence, you can survive and win but you cannot prove yourself genius. Therefore, in this process genius dies in you.&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="339" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=1c4337beb7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1262881fa55e74a6&amp;amp;attid=0.4&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.6&amp;amp;zw" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Necessity Is The Mother Of Invention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necessity creates pressure and forces you to invent something or to make it happen or to use your potentiality. Aamir Khan in this film, 3 idiots, is able to prove in the film by using aqua guard pump at the last moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=1c4337beb7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1262881fa55e74a6&amp;amp;attid=0.2&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.7&amp;amp;zw" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Simplicity is Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is need base never want base. Desires have no ends. Simplicity is way of life and Indian culture highly stresses on simple living and high thinking, and this is the way of life: ‘Legs down to earth and eyes looking beyond the sky’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="666" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=1c4337beb7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1262881fa55e74a6&amp;amp;attid=0.9&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.8&amp;amp;zw" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Industrial Leadership&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean of the institute in 3 idiots is showing very typical leadership. He has his own principles, values and ideology, and he leads the whole institute accordingly. This is an example of current institutional leadership. In the present scenario, most of the institutes are fixed in a block or Squarish thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=1c4337beb7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1262881fa55e74a6&amp;amp;attid=0.7&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.9&amp;amp;zw" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Is Time &amp;amp; Space Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not time bound and space bound. It is very well demonstrated in this movie same love was demonstrated by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Krishna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; and Meera. Love is border free, time free and space free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="360" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=1c4337beb7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1262881fa55e74a6&amp;amp;attid=0.6&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.10&amp;amp;zw" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Importance Of One Word In Communication &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If communication dies, everything dies. Each word has impact and value in communication. One word if used wrongly or emphasized wrongly or paused at a wrong place in communication what effect it creates and how is it affected is demonstrated very well in this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=1c4337beb7&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=1262881fa55e74a6&amp;amp;attid=0.1&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;realattid=0.11&amp;amp;zw" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mediocrity Is Penalized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dilsedesigroup/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Middle class family or average talent or average institute is going to suffer and has to pay maximum price in the life if they do not upgrade their living standards. To be born poor or as an average person is not a crime but to die as an average person with middle class talent is miserable and if you are unable to optimize your potentiality and die with unused potentiality then that is your shameful truth. One should not die as a mediocre. He/she has to bring out genius inside him/her and has to use his/her potentiality to the optimum level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-7363975557806681350?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7363975557806681350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=7363975557806681350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7363975557806681350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7363975557806681350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-idiots-and-its-lessons.html' title='3 Idiots and its Lessons'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-568864618198937366</id><published>2010-01-08T17:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:15:51.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Re-birth / Re-Incarnation, beliefs and my experience</title><content type='html'>Re-birth / Re-Incarnation, beliefs and my experience &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the book "Many Lives, Many Masters" by Dr. Robert Weiss, my belief of re-birth became more firm.&lt;br /&gt;Recently I had a practical experience related to this also.&lt;br /&gt;That experience and other related thoughts of me are being compiled and updated.&lt;br /&gt;They will be here soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-568864618198937366?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/568864618198937366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=568864618198937366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/568864618198937366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/568864618198937366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/re-birth-re-incarnation-beliefs-and-my.html' title='Re-birth / Re-Incarnation, beliefs and my experience'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-2275959851986628161</id><published>2010-01-05T09:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:58:53.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Star</title><content type='html'>Clearing the first thought, this post doesnt relates to any of my achievement.Rather, it is about my dad's LML Star Scooter, which I am using from past 2 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-2275959851986628161?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2275959851986628161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=2275959851986628161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2275959851986628161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2275959851986628161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/dads-star.html' title='Dad&apos;s Star'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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These are posed to keep me motivated, that yes, I am doing somethin good also !!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  The work of finger print capturing : button previously, now using a iconic image.&lt;br /&gt;2)  Web Project : Use of WAR creation by eclipse and its configuration.&lt;br /&gt;3)  Use of ajax by using suggest:layout tags&lt;br /&gt;4)  Use of for each loops&lt;br /&gt;5)  Use of var-args syntax&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5847778650332884264?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5847778650332884264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5847778650332884264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5847778650332884264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5847778650332884264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2010/01/innovations-work-place.html' title='Innovations @ work place'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-2319895810024682007</id><published>2009-12-09T10:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-11T00:19:13.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>self creation- 7</title><content type='html'>_______________________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;आखें भले ही कुछ कहती हो , जुबान पे शब्द आने नहीं देता,&lt;br /&gt;क्या जादू है ये की अपनों को अपना कहने से ही जैसे रोक देता !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;उठती है दिल से आवाज कई, लेकिन सब जैसे सामने उनको देखते ही कहीं दब सी जाती है ,&lt;br /&gt;क्या जादू है ये जो बार बार कहता है मन वो भी कहने से&amp;nbsp; जैसे रोक देता !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दूरी नहीं होती कोई अगर बात कह दी जाती पहले ही,&lt;br /&gt;क्या जादू है ये की कोई दूरी ना होते हुए भी बार बार दूरी बढ़ाते ही जाता ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW : aankhein kuch bhale hi kehti ho, juban pe shabd aane nahi deta,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; kya jadoo hai yeh ki apano ko apna  kehne se hi jaise rok deta !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EW : uthti hai dil se aawaj kayi, lekin sab jaise samne unko dekhte hi kahin dab si jati hai,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; kya jadoo hai yeh ki jo baar baar kehta hai mann wo bhi kehne se rok deta  !!!&lt;br /&gt;EW : duri nahi hoti koi agar baat keh di jati  pehle hi,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;ya jadoo hai yeh ki koi duri na hote hue bhi  baar baar duri badhaate hi jata ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EV: Whatever eyes may say, it stops the words to come out,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; What is this magic, which stops me to say someone as 'us'&amp;nbsp; !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EV: Many words come from inside of the heart, but all those are suppressed on seeing you in front of me!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What is this magic , which stops heart from saying it, whatever it is saying repeatedly !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EV : (Under updations) * &lt;br /&gt;dil kahan samaj aur duniya ke kayde dekhta hai,&lt;br /&gt;kya jadoo hai yeh ki baar baar dil ko bhi samjha jaise rok deta hai....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-2319895810024682007?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2319895810024682007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=2319895810024682007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2319895810024682007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2319895810024682007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/self-creation-7.html' title='self creation- 7'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-2019885700321558855</id><published>2009-12-09T10:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:45:47.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>self creation - 6</title><content type='html'>aise bhi din aate hai is jindagi me jab, din ka ujala bhi dhundla sa dikhai &lt;br /&gt;deta hai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aise bhi din aate hai is jindagi me jab, doston ki baatein bhi &lt;br /&gt;ansune sabdon se lagte hain!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aise bhi din aate hai is jindagi me jab, kisi se mil kar bhi &lt;br /&gt;akelapan sa lagta hai!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aise bhi din aate hai is jindagi me jab, muskurane ke liye bhi &lt;br /&gt;bahana dhundhna padta hai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aise bhi din aate hai is jidagi  me jab, baat karne ka mann &lt;br /&gt;hote hue bhi chup rehna padta hai!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aise bhi din aate hai is jidagi  me jab ................ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(still  under updation )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-2019885700321558855?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2019885700321558855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=2019885700321558855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2019885700321558855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2019885700321558855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/12/self-creation-6.html' title='self creation - 6'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-814909149833982590</id><published>2009-11-26T21:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-26T21:30:43.211+05:30</updated><title type='text'>24 done, 25th to go !!!</title><content type='html'>It was my 24th bday yesterday ...&lt;br /&gt;Now finally converting into a fully grown up man... [:d] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were celebrations, wishes, but I didnt felt much, many things were log compared to what happens every year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I thanked many persons for the bday wishes by : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aapki duaon ka asar hai,&lt;br /&gt;bhagvad kripa se sab kushal hai,&lt;br /&gt;doston ka saath aur badon ka ashirvaad,&lt;br /&gt;aur kuch nahi chaiye bus is ek wish ke baad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-814909149833982590?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/814909149833982590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=814909149833982590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/814909149833982590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/814909149833982590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/24-done-25th-to-go.html' title='24 done, 25th to go !!!'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5484673255981321725</id><published>2009-11-24T00:32:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:58:06.201+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How.. ?</title><content type='html'>How the flowing wind be stopped ? &lt;br /&gt;How the determination of a man be tested ? &lt;br /&gt;How the innocence of a child be proved.. ? &lt;br /&gt;How can one be silent when the whole body is so communicative.... ????? &lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a men prove his faithfulness ??? &lt;br /&gt;How can a mother be so hard yet so caring. ? &lt;br /&gt;How can a seed grow in so adversity ?? &lt;br /&gt;How can a love be so selfish, yet so supportive. ??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can the teacher teach so much when there is no interest ? &lt;br /&gt;How can one know when there is no limit to knowledge ? &lt;br /&gt;How can one trust when there is no way to guarantee it. ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5484673255981321725?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5484673255981321725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5484673255981321725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5484673255981321725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5484673255981321725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/how.html' title='How.. ?'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-8571010758227184381</id><published>2009-11-19T14:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:21:51.761+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Well, Communicative .. ???</title><content type='html'>Nowadays I am not stage-feared, although I remember a incident of my  school days, when while participating in a &lt;br /&gt;inter-school debate competition, I trembled, and out of fear,panic and nervousness, I  talked too fast for a person to understand.&lt;br /&gt;What i did, I dont know, but I hear feedbacks,It was a over-sped voice,"Son, you had a good material, but you should&lt;br /&gt;present it also very well, you should speak in stage in audible form.You were faster then too fast... :) "&lt;br /&gt;Many years have passed since then, but still, whenever I am on stage, this incident comes to my mind, &lt;br /&gt;and a firmness comes from within, you have to speak good, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;At times,the wish to speak well make me over conscious also............... &lt;br /&gt;........... &lt;br /&gt;Ok now back to present scenario, its me again, going over the stage.&lt;br /&gt;Voilla, now I am on the mike, starting words were already prepared.&lt;br /&gt;The salutations, greetings, first line and then the topic name, it came as planned, perfect !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the things began.......... &lt;br /&gt;When you are over-reactive or hyper-conscious, no matter what you do to protect, the worst happens.&lt;br /&gt;Although it wasnt much bad, I recieved appreciation over my appearance and my presentation of points after the speech,&lt;br /&gt;but still, what happened was ,&lt;br /&gt;I forgot 1 whole point to speak. This 1 point had 5 sub-points, and thus some thing was left behind. :( &lt;br /&gt;I was representating my group, so it pinched me later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are at a  leader position, you have to behave well, and consider all.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone in group fails, the group breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had prepared the points, listed out things, revised them, still while speaking,&lt;br /&gt;when my eyes on stage rolled out, seeing some known faces, I dont know what happened to me,&lt;br /&gt;but the calmness inside me was affected.&lt;br /&gt;The haste and rush, all self-imposed by me to me, caused all this I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;This post is to remind me, never to loose that calmness of me, always be cool buddy....... :) &lt;br /&gt;and of course to share this experience with the readers, dont panic, never !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-8571010758227184381?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8571010758227184381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=8571010758227184381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/8571010758227184381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/8571010758227184381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/well-communicative.html' title='Well, Communicative .. ???'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-3935628665552488976</id><published>2009-11-16T15:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:40:11.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My experiments with papad (Cracker)</title><content type='html'>So here I am ..... After a series of experimentation with Rotis, I tried to take on the most basic as well as most hardest test on Indian Kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;If you google for papad, you will come to know, what it is, if you are not a Indian, else you already know, what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it began , my mother was out of kitchen(out of home actually), lunch was already prepared, It was sunday afternoon and with the combination of&lt;br /&gt;rice and daal, I thought to have some Papad.&lt;br /&gt;This idea was a result of various thoughts from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I should step into kitchen,as my father &amp;  his 2 brothers, they all 3 are already  a very good cook.&lt;br /&gt;Even My grandfather was a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not even able to go above making tea...... :(&lt;br /&gt;So this time I thought to have something, to let my genes prove themselves.............&lt;br /&gt;"In Rajasthan, specially in my home and all home of my relatives, we dont use any aid while roasting the papad.&lt;br /&gt;On the Gas burner, it is roasted directly, and it require a skilled person to roast it all over the same.&lt;br /&gt;It should be neither too much roasted, as it is all black then, nor less roasted, as it is all raw then.&lt;br /&gt;Even the spots that remain, spoil the all fun."&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about all these, I was in the kitchen with gas on and papad on hand.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to roast it equally. I succeeded in roasting half of the area, Just when a terrible thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;People can have burnt papads, but it is never that the whole papad gets flamed......&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen something in my kitchen till now.&lt;br /&gt;But it happened. ..............&lt;br /&gt;The papad itself set on fire, and I knew, No fire extinguisher can save it.... ;) &lt;br /&gt;I then somehow managed to put the flame off from the papad, and save some of it. :) &lt;br /&gt;The whole incident made me learn a new lesson,&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to kitchen, It is better to stay out !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-3935628665552488976?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3935628665552488976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=3935628665552488976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3935628665552488976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3935628665552488976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-experiments-with-papad-cracker.html' title='My experiments with papad (Cracker)'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5666756601766740751</id><published>2009-11-12T06:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-12T06:54:44.169+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally Cleared SCJP</title><content type='html'>So it ended finally. It had to. The Determination was high, although the road always seemed to be more darker and darker.... &lt;br /&gt;Heavy work loads from office, works at home and my association with Arsha Vidya Teertha (avtjaipur.org, avtjaipur.blogspot.com)  left very little time for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started and ended my preparations like forgetting all the things that I studied when starting, at least 7-10 times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, at last what it matters most is that you succeed and your hard work pays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am not a born topper, and in the exam also, I didnt scored much high.&lt;br /&gt;People gets 90%, 95%, 97%, I even am not in the 90s or 80s....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesnt matters now. Party Time folks !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5666756601766740751?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5666756601766740751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5666756601766740751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5666756601766740751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5666756601766740751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/11/finally-cleared-scjp.html' title='Finally Cleared SCJP'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-4151721154277104968</id><published>2009-10-10T01:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-10T02:00:55.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Posting of Self resume Online</title><content type='html'>Link of my accounts / web pages are : &lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://abhishekacharya.resume.homepagenow.com"&gt; Resume on Homepagenow . com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://kristoabhi.googlepages.com"&gt;Google Pages Abhishek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, both needs to be updated frequently and needs a lot of initial work here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-4151721154277104968?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4151721154277104968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=4151721154277104968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4151721154277104968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4151721154277104968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/posting-of-self-resume-online.html' title='Posting of Self resume Online'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-2763314107128254359</id><published>2009-10-09T07:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:18:51.136+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Preparation Links</title><content type='html'>Preparation links for scjp : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) http://sunjavasnips.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;2) http://www.javaranch.com&lt;br /&gt;3) http://scjptest.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-2763314107128254359?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2763314107128254359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=2763314107128254359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2763314107128254359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2763314107128254359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/preparation-links.html' title='Preparation Links'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5946822713099249915</id><published>2009-10-04T08:47:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:53:25.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Scjp : Preparations</title><content type='html'>Well, as promised to self that i will be back again, I am trying now for scjp 1.6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought scjp 6 study guide from  kathy sierra and berthy bates.&lt;br /&gt;The book is not yet completed, i am marking the important pages of the book, writing the page numbers containing important things, folding some of the pages, underlining the important things in pages.&lt;br /&gt;The first goal is to complete the book once as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i will be there re-reading the marked pages, practicing questions given at the end of chapters.&lt;br /&gt;The third step will be to go out and taking simulators, free mock tests, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent purchased again the voucher.&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as my salary credits into account, i guess i will be purchasing the voucher.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have much time now waiting.&lt;br /&gt;The conditions in office are not improving, and i dont know whether one certification alone will help or not, but this is my current dream and i am on it chasing .............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5946822713099249915?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5946822713099249915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5946822713099249915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5946822713099249915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5946822713099249915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/10/scjp-preparations.html' title='Scjp : Preparations'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-3500698302124208248</id><published>2009-09-02T05:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:05:44.595+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Inspiring Story about buying miracle !!!</title><content type='html'>A MIRACLE OF $1.10 (claimed to be a true story)&lt;br /&gt;Tess was a precocious eight year old when she heard her Mom and Dad talking about her little brother, Andrew. All she knew was that he was very sick and they were completely out of money. They were moving to an apartment complex next month because Daddy didn't have the money for the doctor bills and our house. Only a very costly surgery could save him now and it was looking like there was no-one to loan them the money. She heard Daddy say to her tearful Mother with whispered desperation, "Only a miracle can save him now."&lt;br /&gt;Tess went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet. She poured all the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes. Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door. She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good.&lt;br /&gt;Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!&lt;br /&gt;"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. "I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."&lt;br /&gt;"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"&lt;br /&gt;"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little. "Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does you brother need?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. "I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."&lt;br /&gt;"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago. "One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents - the exact price of a miracle for little brothers." He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said, "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the kind of miracle you need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specialising in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed without charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well. Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.&lt;br /&gt;"That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"&lt;br /&gt;Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost... one dollar and eleven cents ...... plus the faith of a little child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-3500698302124208248?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3500698302124208248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=3500698302124208248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3500698302124208248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3500698302124208248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiring-story-about-buying-miracle.html' title='A Inspiring Story about buying miracle !!!'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-2837930484048091280</id><published>2009-08-27T12:43:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:49:03.217+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Preparation for SCJP</title><content type='html'>After failing in the SCJP 1.5 and repeatedly confirming to myself, that i Cant clear the exam in the current scenario,&lt;br /&gt; I dont know, but something inside me prompted to prepare again and to not to give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I cant devote time in office and home, but still better dead then defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i am starting all over again, posts in blog will may be inspire me to not to waste time and whatever amount of time i get, i will try to utilize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any small or minor success, I cant proceed in life hoping for big achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May victory be mine !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-2837930484048091280?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2837930484048091280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=2837930484048091280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2837930484048091280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2837930484048091280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/preparation-for-scjp.html' title='Preparation for SCJP'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-6644435935797701364</id><published>2009-08-15T21:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:39:09.283+05:30</updated><title type='text'>15 th august celebrations</title><content type='html'>Was with the friends whole day, mahesh, pradeep, tanu, rachna...&lt;br /&gt;We went to nahargarh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about managing the time and thus took a step forward of  making a time table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ( God.... may this be my last ....... ) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now looking for a change in life.&lt;br /&gt;At just 12000 per month and too much of work burden, i see troubles in working for long with the present company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-6644435935797701364?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6644435935797701364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=6644435935797701364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/6644435935797701364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/6644435935797701364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/08/15-th-august-celebrations.html' title='15 th august celebrations'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-2265213364378056858</id><published>2009-07-01T20:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-05T14:13:25.962+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bikaner trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2009070501391112'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on bikaner trip from 28 th to 30th june 2009. It gave new zeal and motivated for the further advancements...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with cousins and all the relative's comments filled me up with +ve responses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude of peoples there, general bikaneri style, wo apnapan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all was awesome !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-2265213364378056858?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2265213364378056858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=2265213364378056858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2265213364378056858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2265213364378056858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/07/bikaner-trip.html' title='Bikaner trip'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-8485644674116015121</id><published>2009-06-21T23:02:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:10:57.257+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much... Loose time tables.</title><content type='html'>No creations, No new learnings, no fixed time table and lots of huffs &amp; puffs.&lt;br /&gt;I even forgot the mummy-papa's marriage anniversary today.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know how m i living.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixed and too hard schedules in office, no motivation / strength to perform additional duties, and lesser money.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not going the way right now as it should be..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not. &lt;br /&gt;I need to start the changes.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am @ times down also,dont know why.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-8485644674116015121?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8485644674116015121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=8485644674116015121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/8485644674116015121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/8485644674116015121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/06/nothing-much-loose-time-tables.html' title='Nothing much... Loose time tables.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5752226201385667185</id><published>2009-05-18T19:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:15:01.975+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Words that matters.</title><content type='html'>Nowadays it just comes out of mouth,without thinking of pros n cons, i m using language, which cant be considered decent. This is affecting my character. Am nw thinking to put a brake and go slow while talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5752226201385667185?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5752226201385667185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5752226201385667185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5752226201385667185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5752226201385667185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/words-that-matters.html' title='Words that matters.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-4325964567860927169</id><published>2009-05-18T07:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T07:55:09.561+05:30</updated><title type='text'>OS Play</title><content type='html'>With Sun's new Virtual Box, I am playing with all kind of OS from last 3 days,&lt;br /&gt;and the play is not going to stop .... {:)} &lt;br /&gt;Installed Fedora10, Ubuntu 8.0.4, Windows 7 , on a WInodws Vista machine,&lt;br /&gt;and more to come are : &lt;br /&gt;Solaris, Windows XP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-4325964567860927169?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4325964567860927169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=4325964567860927169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4325964567860927169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4325964567860927169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/os-play.html' title='OS Play'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-448697062286330357</id><published>2009-05-07T16:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:04:20.566+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Observing the newer things.</title><content type='html'>One should never loose the calmness of mind. Huffle-puffle, haste are the attributes, which degrades your quality, and lower ur impression. Most common test for this is when any new change happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-448697062286330357?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/448697062286330357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=448697062286330357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/448697062286330357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/448697062286330357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/05/observing-newer-things.html' title='Observing the newer things.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-7199337736401972346</id><published>2009-04-30T16:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:59:16.332+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back in Shimla</title><content type='html'>For a brief period of time, its in May, i am again back in shimla.&lt;br /&gt;However,this time, things were not in favor, as compared to last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-7199337736401972346?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7199337736401972346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=7199337736401972346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7199337736401972346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7199337736401972346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Back in Shimla'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5264852667989513048</id><published>2009-04-21T01:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:38:30.527+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Recent Changes</title><content type='html'>Still, getting certified is one of the aim !!! &lt;br /&gt;Life nowadays is at its own pace. Mother is going to shift with father soon.&lt;br /&gt;Blogging after a long time, nowadays am getting online through mobile also, but not blogging from it.&lt;br /&gt;May be, will continue soon. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a little less devotion in the self related to activites in ashram.&lt;br /&gt;Pending from long time is work related to ashram, its site, blog and other activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5264852667989513048?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5264852667989513048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5264852667989513048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5264852667989513048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5264852667989513048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/04/recent-changes.html' title='Recent Changes'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-9041111903880795800</id><published>2009-01-12T22:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:05:28.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Self-creation.5</title><content type='html'>Main behti nadi ki ek dhara,&lt;br /&gt;jise to behte hi rehna hai. &lt;br /&gt;Main achal himalaya ka wo hissa, &lt;br /&gt;jiske iradon ko adig hi rehma hai. &lt;br /&gt;Main shakti ka wo ansh jiski takat se yeh jahan chalta hai. Main nayi shuruat ka wo aadhar,&lt;br /&gt; jo nit nayi khoj karta rehta hai. Main bharat ka wo yùva,&lt;br /&gt; jiske aage sara jahan jhukta hai.&lt;br /&gt;yuva divas pe sabhi yuvaon ko mera salam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-9041111903880795800?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/9041111903880795800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=9041111903880795800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/9041111903880795800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/9041111903880795800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2009/01/self-creation5.html' title='Self-creation.5'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-3286187819121811838</id><published>2008-10-04T10:57:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:57:44.882+05:30</updated><title type='text'>self creation -3</title><content type='html'>choti si hasti meri,&lt;br /&gt;maano nadi me ho kagaj ki ek kashti,&lt;br /&gt;  beech paani me bhi jaise dhoond rahi ho ek basti&lt;br /&gt;  kaun sangi..&lt;br /&gt;kaun Saathi&lt;br /&gt;kaun dost ...&lt;br /&gt;aur kaun naati...&lt;br /&gt;achanak hawa chalti hai&lt;br /&gt;  aur sab saath chor dete hain&lt;br /&gt;kisse kahoon...&lt;br /&gt;kya kahoon...&lt;br /&gt;jab apne hi sab saath chor dete hain&lt;br /&gt;kahan jaana&lt;br /&gt;kya karna&lt;br /&gt;koi nahi batata&lt;br /&gt;  is paani me do boond aansu bhi gire&lt;br /&gt;toh kaun hi aankh uthata&lt;br /&gt;jee raha hoon main bus&lt;br /&gt;khud ka astitava banane ke liye&lt;br /&gt;par kya hoon main, kaun hoon main&lt;br /&gt;kya kar raha hoon is jamane ke liye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#888888;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-3286187819121811838?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3286187819121811838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=3286187819121811838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3286187819121811838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3286187819121811838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/self-creation-3.html' title='self creation -3'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-2659692756617879218</id><published>2008-10-04T10:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:41:56.168+05:30</updated><title type='text'>one more poem..</title><content type='html'>जब भी अकेलापन लगता है , दिल को मैं सम्हाल नही पांता&lt;br /&gt;समझ में आता नही कुछ और काम कुछ भी हो नही पांता&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;मजाक उडाते लोगों से कुछ कह नही पांता&lt;br /&gt;इन सिरफिरे लोगों को कैसे बताँउं , दिल को कोई समझ नही पाता..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वैसे तोह हैं बहुत से दोस्त और चाहने वाले,&lt;br /&gt;पर जाने कहाँ दूर हो जाते हैं सब , जब मैं हंस नही पाता॥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कुछ यादें और कुछ बातें मैं भुला नही पाता,&lt;br /&gt;जब भी अकेलापन लगता है , दिल को कोई समझ नही पाता...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;दुनिया चलती रहती है, पर यह वक्त है जैसे थम सा जाता&lt;br /&gt;न जाने क्यूँ यह इच्छा होती है, काश यह वक्त ही न आता  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;जब&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;अकेलापन&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;लगता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;है&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span&gt;दिल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;को&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;मैं&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;सम्हाल&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पांता&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;समझ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;में&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;आता&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कुछ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;और&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;काम&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;कुछ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;भी&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;हो&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;नही&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;पांता&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- Created by abhishek on 4 october 2008 10.40 am... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-2659692756617879218?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2659692756617879218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=2659692756617879218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2659692756617879218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2659692756617879218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-more-poem.html' title='one more poem..'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5600674340129279053</id><published>2008-10-01T17:55:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:03:06.309+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Working at Intel.</title><content type='html'>So diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was first me in shimla, and now me in Intel, working for some stuffs, that i can share later on.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome experience...&lt;br /&gt;Only point is that i am unable to work with my full efficiency. I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;May be from now on i will be able to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tensions regarding result (m-3 back) are still present and i am standing on a mid-way between the best of time, and a worst of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever its best, it is full and whenever its worst, its like.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest in detail, sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5600674340129279053?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5600674340129279053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5600674340129279053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5600674340129279053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5600674340129279053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/10/working-at-intel.html' title='Working at Intel.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-4589011606170499387</id><published>2008-09-04T10:54:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:21:26.042+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Devotion.</title><content type='html'>When you truly love / admire a person, the dedication to person becomes automatically high.&lt;br /&gt;From a long time i was having small / big heated arguments with my mother. Recently in those arguments, i learnt myself that i was arguing only because what i thought is different from what my mother is saying. If i thought i would do this and then this... while my mother told me a work which caused my plannings to be disturbed, it was causing irritation to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things start at small level and slowly slowly your whole life becomes hell......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day i found a solution. Now applying the strategy, things are much better. The solution is Total Devotion.  I , now just leave my plannings and do the things as per my mother's wish. Acceptance of things in their form, causes such a big +ve impact, that your life seems to be complete.&lt;br /&gt;Although i am unable to do things as i planned, but... even at many times my planning is failed by my own self. .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-4589011606170499387?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4589011606170499387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=4589011606170499387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4589011606170499387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4589011606170499387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/09/devotion.html' title='Devotion.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-6950706741017426698</id><published>2008-07-10T19:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-10T19:43:19.524+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When forcing doesnt works...</title><content type='html'>How many times a person feels that certain things should be done in a particular manner,&lt;br /&gt;but the persons.... the world...&lt;br /&gt;what to say. ?&lt;br /&gt;nothing works in the manner you expect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a person could done in this case then.. ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;Emotional blackmail , Big dialogues, Commitments to other on behalf of the thing / work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same happening with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what. .?&lt;br /&gt;The best part is when you live without expecting anything from any one....&lt;br /&gt;Just wishing, my lifestyle changes and i become the same....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz expectations really break the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, once you are granted, it should be the same all the life, when it is not..&lt;br /&gt;You are hurted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its not granted... then also the pain hurts.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this...&lt;br /&gt;Now a days.. Me  starting reading novel, for keeping in touch with English......&lt;br /&gt;Confidence shattered, coz i am unable to find exact words yaar.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-6950706741017426698?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6950706741017426698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=6950706741017426698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/6950706741017426698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/6950706741017426698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-forcing-doesnt-works.html' title='When forcing doesnt works...'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-6145618403550580914</id><published>2008-07-02T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:43:49.372+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why should one wake up early.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;What a strange co-incidence...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found the answer to my previous post, though i think it is still harder to get up ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lines below are copied from amitabh bachchan's blog ( he also have copied from somewhere for sure... ;) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"When Hanuman desired to gain knowledge he went to the Almighty and asked Him how he could achieve that. The Almighty guided him to the Sun. Go there, he said, the Sun is the giver of all knowledge. When Hanuman approached the Sun he was in for a rude shock. I am continuously moving said Sun, how can I impart knowledge to you. Hanuman was smarter. I shall face you and walk backwards as you move and gain whatever you need to teach me. You keep moving, I shall keep learning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A symbolic tale ! Which is why the importance of rising before the sun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The best thoughts and ideas come then. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blog of Amitab Bachchan could be found at :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://blogs.bigadda.com/ab/2008/06/29/day-66/#more-230&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-6145618403550580914?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6145618403550580914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=6145618403550580914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/6145618403550580914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/6145618403550580914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-should-one-wake-up-early.html' title='Why should one wake up early.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5212532898385396743</id><published>2008-07-02T18:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:51:10.394+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spirituality &amp; me.</title><content type='html'>It seems to me very strange when people in the name of religion accept things blindly.&lt;br /&gt;At times i am also forced for the same, when it is order of your mother and guru, you cant disobey happily. However, many doubts in the inquisitive mind. If i am told to wake up early and do some japa as opposed to my nature of sleepinglate and getting difficulty to wake early,&lt;br /&gt;i thought at times why... ? ? [:)] &lt;br /&gt;IF doing japa and wakin early is for freshness of mind, i do feel fresh if i am not waking ......&lt;br /&gt;How to judge the unknown factor..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5212532898385396743?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5212532898385396743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5212532898385396743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5212532898385396743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5212532898385396743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/07/spirituality-me.html' title='Spirituality &amp; me.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-2806626067389454364</id><published>2008-06-20T17:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-20T17:32:06.367+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost a month has passed since my last posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;So much of events happened in life, unable to judge what and how to write.&lt;br /&gt;Main events :&lt;br /&gt;from 22nd may i am in shimla, for company work, at client side here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 12 th of june, janaeu dharan was done in rishikesh @ the ashram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accessing the net from the bank( in which i am currently posted)  itself i got very lesser time to be on net so just hurrying it all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-2806626067389454364?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2806626067389454364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=2806626067389454364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2806626067389454364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2806626067389454364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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destruction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-6711445132911587509?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6711445132911587509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=6711445132911587509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/6711445132911587509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/6711445132911587509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/jaipur-blasts.html' title='Jaipur blasts'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-7471333615963831105</id><published>2008-05-13T09:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:11:01.947+05:30</updated><title type='text'>brand name...</title><content type='html'>Although not very big brand name,&lt;br /&gt;but still , name is name .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be my efforts have got the attraction of lord, or its just a co-incidence,&lt;br /&gt;but NTPL has been bought by HCL Infosystems,&lt;br /&gt;and programmers like me, have been gone under HCL Infosystems, not as regular employee,but on the probation period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the positive, i am just keeping my fingers crossed....&lt;br /&gt;[b]Trying to live fully in the present is now only my aim.[/b]&lt;br /&gt;I got in connection with little sis again.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought / hoped this to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Just watching, till how long i am in contact...&lt;br /&gt;Just pure emotions........&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what is the connection, but there is surely a previous connection associated, Otherwise no one has inspire / give me such a strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way it appears as though time is repeating itself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life taking a +ve turn, i in contact with previous friends,&lt;br /&gt;making a diary, getting too much of ups and lows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-7471333615963831105?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7471333615963831105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=7471333615963831105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7471333615963831105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7471333615963831105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/05/brand-name.html' title='brand name...'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-1892021247953903487</id><published>2008-05-01T07:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-01T08:01:47.065+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion.</title><content type='html'>From the day i got the stamp of underperforming,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking lunch in office,I worked and worked harder then i have ever done in the company.&lt;br /&gt;from 10 to 10 it is almost 12 hours duty, and then the delays at work in home, ashram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that previously daily duty at company was exhausting, but now it clearly seems,&lt;br /&gt;my tolerance level has increased.... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lord, give me the strength.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-1892021247953903487?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1892021247953903487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=1892021247953903487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/1892021247953903487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/1892021247953903487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-849785454281918976</id><published>2008-04-26T08:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-26T08:19:40.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Leader and Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Former President of India APJ Abdul Kalam at Wharton India Economic forum , Philadelphia, March 22,2008 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question: Could you give an example, from your own experience, of how leaders should manage failure? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kalam: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Let me tell you about my experience. In 1973 I became the project director of India’s satellite launch vehicle program, commonly called the SLV-3. Our goal was to put India’s “Rohini” satellite into orbit by 1980. I was given funds and human resources — but was told clearly that by 1980 we had to launch the satellite into space. Thousands of people worked together in scientific and technical teams towards that goal.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;By 1979 — I think the month was August — we thought we were ready. As the project director, I went to the control center for the launch. At four minutes before the satellite launch, the computer began to go through the checklist of items that needed to be checked.. One minute later, the computer program put the launch on hold; the display showed that some control components were not in order. My experts — I had four or five of them with me — told me not to worry; they had done their calculations and there was enough reserve fuel. So I bypassed the computer, switched to manual mode, and launched the rocket. In the first stage, everything worked fine. In the second stage, a problem developed. Instead of the satellite going into orbit, the whole rocket system plunged into the Bay of Bengal. It was a big failure. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That day, the chairman of the Indian Space Research Organization, Prof. Satish Dhawan, had called a press conference. The launch was at 7:00 am, and the press conference — where journalists from around the world were present — was at 7:45 am at ISRO’s satellite launch range in Sriharikota [in Andhra Pradesh in southern India]. Prof. Dhawan, the leader of the organization, conducted the press conference himself. He took responsibility for the failure — he said that the team had worked very hard, but that it needed more technological support. He assured the media that in another year, the team would definitely succeed. Now, I was the project director, and it was my failure, but instead, he took responsibility for the failure as chairman of the organization. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next year, in July 1980, we tried again to launch the satellite — and this time we succeeded. The whole nation was jubilant. Again, there was a press conference. Prof. Dhawan called me aside and told me, “You conduct the press conference today.” &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I learned a very important lesson that day. When failure occurred, the leader of the organization owned that failure. When success came, he gave it to his team. The best management lesson I have learned did not come to me from reading a book; it came from that experience.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-849785454281918976?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/849785454281918976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=849785454281918976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/849785454281918976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/849785454281918976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/leader-and-failure.html' title='Leader and Failure'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-7815291499777146034</id><published>2008-04-26T08:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-26T08:16:17.973+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Posting again.. So that i dont forget. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Wednesday, December 5, 2007&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;a name="2139384231625736673"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Fwd. content, copied from successinlife.in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the ego can be touched. It is very touchy. If&lt;br /&gt;somebody just looks at you in a certain way, it is&lt;br /&gt;touched. He has not done anything. If somebody smiles&lt;br /&gt;a little, it is touched; if somebody just turns his&lt;br /&gt;head and does not look at you, it is touched. It is&lt;br /&gt;very touchy. It is like a wound, always open, green.&lt;br /&gt;You touch it and the pain arises. A single word, a&lt;br /&gt;single gesture — the other may not even be aware of&lt;br /&gt;what he has done to you, but he has touched it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And you always think the other is responsible, that he&lt;br /&gt;has wounded you. No, you carry your wound. With the&lt;br /&gt;ego your whole being is a wound. And you carry it&lt;br /&gt;around. Nobody is interested in hurting you, nobody is&lt;br /&gt;positively waiting to hurt you; everybody is engaged&lt;br /&gt;in safeguarding his own wound. Who has got the energy?&lt;br /&gt;But still it happens, because you are so ready to be&lt;br /&gt;wounded, so ready, just waiting on the brink for&lt;br /&gt;anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You cannot touch a man of Tao. Why? — because there&lt;br /&gt;is no one to be touched. There is no wound. He is&lt;br /&gt;healthy, healed, whole. This word ‘whole’ is&lt;br /&gt;beautiful. The word ‘heal’ comes from ‘whole’, and the&lt;br /&gt;word ‘holy’ also comes from ‘whole’. He is whole,&lt;br /&gt;healed, holy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Be aware of your wound. Don’t help it to grow, let it&lt;br /&gt;be healed; and it will be healed only when you move to&lt;br /&gt;the roots. The less the head, the more the wound will&lt;br /&gt;heal — with no head there is no wound. Live a&lt;br /&gt;headless life. Move as a total being, and accept&lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just for twenty-four hours, try it — total&lt;br /&gt;acceptance, whatsoever happens. Someone insults you,&lt;br /&gt;accept it, don’t react, and see what happens. Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you will feel an energy flowing in you that you have&lt;br /&gt;not felt before. Somebody insults you: you feel weak,&lt;br /&gt;you feel disturbed, you start thinking of how to get&lt;br /&gt;your revenge. That man has hooked you, and now you&lt;br /&gt;will move round and round. For days, nights, months,&lt;br /&gt;even years, you will not be able to sleep, you will&lt;br /&gt;have bad dreams. People can waste their whole life&lt;br /&gt;over a small thing, just because someone insulted&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just look back into your past and you will remember a&lt;br /&gt;few things. You were a small child and the teacher in&lt;br /&gt;the class called you an idiot, and you still remember&lt;br /&gt;it and you feel resentment. Your father said&lt;br /&gt;something. Your parents have forgotten, and even if&lt;br /&gt;you remind them, they will not be able to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;Your mother looked at you in a certain way and since&lt;br /&gt;then the wound has been there. And it is still open,&lt;br /&gt;fresh; if anybody touches it, you will explode.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t help this wound to grow. Don’t make this wound&lt;br /&gt;your soul. Go to the roots, be with the whole. For&lt;br /&gt;twenty-four hours, just twenty-four hours, try not to&lt;br /&gt;react, not to reject, whatsoever happens.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If someone pushes you and you fall to the ground –&lt;br /&gt;fall! Then get up and go home. Don’t do anything about&lt;br /&gt;it. If somebody hits you, bow down your head, accept&lt;br /&gt;it with gratitude. Go home, don’t do anything, just&lt;br /&gt;for twenty-four hours. And you will know a new upsurge&lt;br /&gt;of energy that you have never known before, a new&lt;br /&gt;vitality arising from the roots. And once you know it,&lt;br /&gt;once you have tasted it, your life will be different.&lt;br /&gt;Then you will laugh at all the foolish things you have&lt;br /&gt;been doing, at all the resentments, reactions,&lt;br /&gt;revenges, with which you have been destroying&lt;br /&gt;yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nobody else can destroy you except you; nobody else&lt;br /&gt;can save you except you. ”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-7815291499777146034?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7815291499777146034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=7815291499777146034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7815291499777146034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7815291499777146034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/posting-again-so-that-i-dont-forget.html' title='Posting again.. So that i dont forget. :)'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-4526681122057774301</id><published>2008-04-25T07:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:36:02.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Performance .....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, In the company, I was forced to sign a letter which says that my performance is not good and the company may terminate my service in next 7 days, if my performance is not upto a satisfactory mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurted and was only depressed, but didnt expressed, because i was not alone, 3 Team Leaders out of 6, all the trainees and 7-8 programmers also were forced to sign the same doc, out of total of 80 programmers in company.&lt;br /&gt;How are trainees supposed to give performance. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The management is just like ......... ( i dont want to use the exact word ;) ).&lt;br /&gt;The person who dreamt to bring their CBS upto maximum level is not performing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see, who is performing then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were the feelings i expressed then.. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before today I was in the company of few,&lt;br /&gt;whom I respected and admired true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reporting to seniors,who were like fathers,&lt;br /&gt;hard to say but true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked with dedication,&lt;br /&gt;with enthusiasm and feeling just like you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to enjoy the coding,&lt;br /&gt;thinking globally just like you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I am different, non-performing and waste,&lt;br /&gt;like none of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt it hurts when you are blamed,&lt;br /&gt;Or, it is that I am different from you ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My Lord give me the strength,&lt;br /&gt;to bear the SHAME which I cant argue....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I wont say a word,&lt;br /&gt;for the one who is seeing all this is silent just like you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before today i was in the company of few,&lt;br /&gt;whom I respected and admired true.................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-4526681122057774301?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4526681122057774301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=4526681122057774301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4526681122057774301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4526681122057774301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/performance.html' title='Performance .....'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-725866085164914286</id><published>2008-04-18T09:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-18T09:26:39.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Break Out.</title><content type='html'>The desire of getting certified(scjp) is getting me to loose at most of fronts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all the high expectation that i should get 3-4 different certifications as soon as possible is wrong, and then the ground reality that i am not studying for at least 15 mins in a day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the mental pressure daily building up, only one sound comes from mind, i should leave all the things, aim is too high and ground reality is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though i build the mood and go for study, the external factors (like work at home, office, any one calls, anything... it could be just anything and the flow breaks even before it starts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when i got the time when i am alone, only frustration is left to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a ordinary person is OK, no probs, but why do i desire for being a person with some additional qualities, when ground reality is that i am such a .....................................&lt;br /&gt;, in short nothing. Just one - two failures at school time, one-two failures at college time and seeing the way things are going, very sooner it would one-two failures in..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just searching for the self, i am unable to decide to which category i belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never happy with office-mates, as their behavior at most of time is not same as of mine.&lt;br /&gt;But also , then i am no different from them, because we have formed a group, and i am unable to isolate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant share with anyone, coz unable to decide what is to be shared / discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if the person dont knows what the problem is, how can he knows  the solution. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are my desires wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or its just that every one aspires to be best, has got the ideas, but only few of them are able to implement them truly, and rest, same like me wander from here and there, in search of happiness, which cant be ever found. ............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it that, i am given a good mind but hell like situations, in which i am just struggling and failing, coz my own thoughts, desires are not matching my work.... &gt;????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-725866085164914286?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/725866085164914286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=725866085164914286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/725866085164914286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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इच्छा न थी मन मैं,&lt;br /&gt;आज सपनो मी भी चाहतों का भंडार है,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कुछ समय पहले नही चल पता था मैं,&lt;br /&gt;आज मेरी अलग रफ्तार है,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कुछ समय पहले कुछ नही था आज के मुकाबले,&lt;br /&gt;आज फिर भी उस्सी समय के लिए दिल बेकरार है।&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Written in lecture of E-Commerce in seventh sem, in the class in front of lecturer, sitting on front seat.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kya din they ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got old register today.(safai nahi chal rahi, table pe aise hi dhoond toh kuch raha tha, just yeh mil gaya.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-4995070691364101525?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4995070691364101525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=4995070691364101525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4995070691364101525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4995070691364101525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/self-creation-2.html' title='Self Creation-2'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5352485316222622404</id><published>2008-04-14T23:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:25:50.383+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bitte Ice cream</title><content type='html'>papa ghar aaye hue hain,&lt;br /&gt;and dii and madhav (MY bhanja) bhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa ki special request pe kaha gaya, aaj ice-cream party ho jaye.&lt;br /&gt;such keh raha hoon yaar, it was just like i wanted to do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but............................. ab kismat hi aisi hai...&lt;br /&gt;kuch achcha hone se pehle kuch bura bhi toh hona cahiye.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;ice cream me kuch alag karne ki sochi, socha different flavor lenge, ab mujhe kya pata tha, shopkeeper se bhi puch liya, usne bhi kaha, yeh flavor achcha hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took amul 's rajbhog, ice-cream me naya aaya tha shayad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idea flopped and mummy ne toh wo taang keenchi, isse achcha toh hota tu nahi lata,&lt;br /&gt;cone hi le aata....&lt;br /&gt;and all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y it happens with me only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as again ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate to give justifications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly speaking i dint knew how these all taste. koi dibba dekh ke thodi pata chalega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, sorry for all ....................... i know writing here doesnt mean to any one, nothing gonna change............................. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are really golden days.....&lt;br /&gt;really........................ Nothing goin in my favor. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5352485316222622404?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5352485316222622404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5352485316222622404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5352485316222622404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5352485316222622404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/bitteice.html' title='Bitte Ice cream'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-8217752645858042901</id><published>2008-04-13T19:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T19:14:39.215+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ups and downs.</title><content type='html'>Everything was fine and then suddenly d dream breaks..&lt;br /&gt;All d good things that i did ever were hidden like they never existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Weakness was exploited in a manner that it would continue until I am totally down.&lt;br /&gt;D person on fornt was continuously teasing, hurting me and me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;defenceless, first tried to absorb all&lt;br /&gt;but when later failed,&lt;br /&gt;bursted out all... depressed, hurted, crying like baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y do i need to give justification. I hate that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-8217752645858042901?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8217752645858042901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=8217752645858042901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/8217752645858042901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/8217752645858042901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/ups-and-downs.html' title='Ups and downs.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-311041768577928162</id><published>2008-04-12T23:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:00:10.059+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Strange things...</title><content type='html'>The way things happened there ,  I am amazed, amused and just.. what to say more.&lt;br /&gt;My expression is like mouth little opened, some expressions changed  and inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;thought process goes like : Oh My god.. This........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Times you are just impressed by mere dedication and the feelings..&lt;br /&gt;I guess same happened with me, although i know, the things are going to change very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i wish, things may last forever....&lt;br /&gt;Cant the time be stopped. ?&lt;br /&gt;Cant i be in the company of a person little bit more... ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant i just ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-311041768577928162?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/311041768577928162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=311041768577928162' title='0 Comments'/><link 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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;होता तो नही कोई अपना यहाँ,&lt;br /&gt;फिर भी देखो गैरों से हम निभाए जा रहे हैं.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-41557227838007118?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/41557227838007118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=41557227838007118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/41557227838007118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/41557227838007118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/creations.html' title='Creations...'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-8463437106250017676</id><published>2008-04-11T00:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-11T01:07:43.554+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Attractions.</title><content type='html'>though very strange, but yet being true, I admit that i am trapped in the web of attraction.&lt;br /&gt;I am unable to decide, what is in her that is attracting me, but the more i am avoiding, the more i guess i am getting into it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-8463437106250017676?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8463437106250017676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=8463437106250017676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/8463437106250017676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/8463437106250017676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/attractions.html' title='Attractions.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-4078330490772910059</id><published>2008-04-10T09:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:31:21.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Broken Link</title><content type='html'>From 6th april, i was going daily with swamiji for a morning walk in 5.30 am morning. Today, however i didnt went :( .&lt;br /&gt;Continuity was never with me, be it any work. I knew this, but i dint thought all things would happen this way. I was just feeling tired. It was not that I did not wake, mother wake up today, and she tried all the stuff to wake me. :) but i was not feeling able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm... happens at times.. what to write more. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparations have started for a paper, but they are not going right way. Infact games playing(Rise of nations) demand too much energy and time from me. I am trying to avoid  but the attraction and passion is so much........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-4078330490772910059?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4078330490772910059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=4078330490772910059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4078330490772910059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4078330490772910059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/broken-link.html' title='Broken Link'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-288993328648418481</id><published>2008-04-07T07:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-04-07T07:11:19.099+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Morning Walk</title><content type='html'>And so does it begin.&lt;br /&gt;After too much of avoidance, from 7th april 2008 again the morning walk begins. Hindu nav-varsh me dusre din se subah subah morning walk to start kari, swamiji ke saath me,&lt;br /&gt;continue kab tak rahegi iska mujhe doubt hi hai. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to mujhe bhi lag rahi thi, coz exercise kuch hoti nahi, and body pc pe baithe baith bigadti ja rahi thi....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-288993328648418481?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/288993328648418481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=288993328648418481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/288993328648418481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/288993328648418481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/04/morning-walk.html' title='Morning Walk'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-6136703990922183711</id><published>2008-03-31T00:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:00:11.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rishikesh Trip.</title><content type='html'>I attended a vedanta camp in rishikesh, from 20-25th march, even on holi day, i was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was amazing and it only deepened my effect in indian sanskriti.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know whether it was the effect of teacher (swami dayananda saraswati) teaching there or it was lord's special grace on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spiritual experiences gained there is unexpressable. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-6136703990922183711?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/6136703990922183711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=6136703990922183711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/6136703990922183711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/6136703990922183711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/rishikesh-trip.html' title='Rishikesh Trip.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-4318745753026302345</id><published>2008-03-04T01:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:42:41.599+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Money matters..</title><content type='html'>Its almost 9 months working in NTPL. From a company through which i am getting only 8000/ pm, working 10 to 7 , doing mostly over-time, but still getting no rewards / benefits, always the -ve thoughts arise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that could be assumed to be +ve is that i am learning new things.&lt;br /&gt;But tell me, who the guy now wants to learn new things, because of which your personal life, professional life, and your maximum of time is wasted..... ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just only one wish arise in mind, and that too repeatedly, to leave this place. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Load at company is not only the thing, getting too much of load through ashram and home is making me irritating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights, desire to get some of the certifications, the attraction of new magical things in office.. ( cool stuffs like ajax, eclipse plugins, jboss-administration...) the attachment of games --rise of nations, rise of legends, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just more then i can give, i am totally exhausted....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-4318745753026302345?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/4318745753026302345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=4318745753026302345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4318745753026302345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/4318745753026302345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/money-matters.html' title='Money matters..'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-1892617346629828888</id><published>2008-03-02T23:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:03:06.108+05:30</updated><title type='text'>0 Comments</title><content type='html'>Continuous 4 posts, with a gap of too much time,&lt;br /&gt;and still 0 comments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....&lt;br /&gt;so i am not getting attention...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalo koi nahi 5 th entry bhi 0 comments rahe, isse pehle dusre bloggers ko ja ja ke pareshan karte hain.&lt;br /&gt;Kya pata koi ' bhala - manush ' bhoole bhatakte aa jaye... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-1892617346629828888?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/1892617346629828888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=1892617346629828888' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/1892617346629828888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/1892617346629828888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/0-comments.html' title='0 Comments'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5782781502529849445</id><published>2008-03-02T22:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:58:41.428+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2 Problems</title><content type='html'>2 Problems are very common nowadays for every youth :&lt;br /&gt;1. Inconsistency.&lt;br /&gt;2: DirectionLess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder, I am also facing the same.&lt;br /&gt;Hectic Schedules, Demand of more things @ personal and professional level and too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily in office R&amp;amp;D is done over new topics,and no one is getting completed.&lt;br /&gt;This should be avoided, as completing one thing at a time would be only fruitful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5782781502529849445?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5782781502529849445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5782781502529849445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5782781502529849445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5782781502529849445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/03/2-problems.html' title='2 Problems'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-5961055813284189240</id><published>2008-02-01T01:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:39:41.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anger over small issues.</title><content type='html'>Though whatever a person pretend to be,&lt;br /&gt;avoiding anger seems to be a impossible task.&lt;br /&gt;I was today exhausted, frustrated with my work in the company.In the home I was like, no classes for today( i am recently studying some things in nearby ashram, in night.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mother managed to call me in ashram. I was very angry, why i am always neglected.&lt;br /&gt;The un-importance of me kept me high in inner side.&lt;br /&gt;However, somehow, i didnt said anyword to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the best thing of life, now writing in diary i realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a dream..... Anything is not going to persist.&lt;br /&gt;Then why to get angry and just break emotions of our near &amp;amp; dear ones.. ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-5961055813284189240?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/5961055813284189240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=5961055813284189240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5961055813284189240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/5961055813284189240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/anger-over-small-issues.html' title='Anger over small issues.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-3190669478590464617</id><published>2008-01-06T04:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-06T04:25:55.362+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hard work always pays ???</title><content type='html'>Is it the hardwork that always pays ???&lt;br /&gt;or the smart work ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-3190669478590464617?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3190669478590464617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=3190669478590464617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3190669478590464617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3190669478590464617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2008/01/hard-work-always-pays.html' title='hard work always pays ???'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-8118181282117554762</id><published>2007-12-09T16:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-09T16:59:20.974+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lacking confidence</title><content type='html'>One of key points to successfully code/ write a program fast and efficiently is the self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goes --&gt; " god helps those who help themselves".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of some less self - confidence and trapped in the false belief of getting help by colleagues,&lt;br /&gt; I was not doing good coding in company. ( as per my own satisfactory level)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from now on, i guess i have got the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would try to be self -dependent and confident...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-8118181282117554762?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/8118181282117554762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=8118181282117554762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/8118181282117554762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/8118181282117554762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/lacking-confidence.html' title='Lacking confidence'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-2139384231625736673</id><published>2007-12-06T08:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-06T08:20:54.864+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fwd. content, copied from successinlife.in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the ego can be touched. It is very touchy. If&lt;br /&gt;somebody just looks at you in a certain way, it is&lt;br /&gt;touched. He has not done anything. If somebody smiles&lt;br /&gt;a little, it is touched; if somebody just turns his&lt;br /&gt;head and does not look at you, it is touched. It is&lt;br /&gt;very touchy. It is like a wound, always open, green.&lt;br /&gt;You touch it and the pain arises. A single word, a&lt;br /&gt;single gesture — the other may not even be aware of&lt;br /&gt;what he has done to you, but he has touched it. &lt;p&gt;And you always think the other is responsible, that he&lt;br /&gt;has wounded you. No, you carry your wound. With the&lt;br /&gt;ego your whole being is a wound. And you carry it&lt;br /&gt;around. Nobody is interested in hurting you, nobody is&lt;br /&gt;positively waiting to hurt you; everybody is engaged&lt;br /&gt;in safeguarding his own wound. Who has got the energy?&lt;br /&gt;But still it happens, because you are so ready to be&lt;br /&gt;wounded, so ready, just waiting on the brink for&lt;br /&gt;anything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You cannot touch a man of Tao. Why? — because there&lt;br /&gt;is no one to be touched. There is no wound. He is&lt;br /&gt;healthy, healed, whole. This word ‘whole’ is&lt;br /&gt;beautiful. The word ‘heal’ comes from ‘whole’, and the&lt;br /&gt;word ‘holy’ also comes from ‘whole’. He is whole,&lt;br /&gt;healed, holy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Be aware of your wound. Don’t help it to grow, let it&lt;br /&gt;be healed; and it will be healed only when you move to&lt;br /&gt;the roots. The less the head, the more the wound will&lt;br /&gt;heal — with no head there is no wound. Live a&lt;br /&gt;headless life. Move as a total being, and accept&lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just for twenty-four hours, try it — total&lt;br /&gt;acceptance, whatsoever happens. Someone insults you,&lt;br /&gt;accept it, don’t react, and see what happens. Suddenly&lt;br /&gt;you will feel an energy flowing in you that you have&lt;br /&gt;not felt before. Somebody insults you: you feel weak,&lt;br /&gt;you feel disturbed, you start thinking of how to get&lt;br /&gt;your revenge. That man has hooked you, and now you&lt;br /&gt;will move round and round. For days, nights, months,&lt;br /&gt;even years, you will not be able to sleep, you will&lt;br /&gt;have bad dreams. People can waste their whole life&lt;br /&gt;over a small thing, just because someone insulted&lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just look back into your past and you will remember a&lt;br /&gt;few things. You were a small child and the teacher in&lt;br /&gt;the class called you an idiot, and you still remember&lt;br /&gt;it and you feel resentment. Your father said&lt;br /&gt;something. Your parents have forgotten, and even if&lt;br /&gt;you remind them, they will not be able to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;Your mother looked at you in a certain way and since&lt;br /&gt;then the wound has been there. And it is still open,&lt;br /&gt;fresh; if anybody touches it, you will explode.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Don’t help this wound to grow. Don’t make this wound&lt;br /&gt;your soul. Go to the roots, be with the whole. For&lt;br /&gt;twenty-four hours, just twenty-four hours, try not to&lt;br /&gt;react, not to reject, whatsoever happens.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If someone pushes you and you fall to the ground –&lt;br /&gt;fall! Then get up and go home. Don’t do anything about&lt;br /&gt;it. If somebody hits you, bow down your head, accept&lt;br /&gt;it with gratitude. Go home, don’t do anything, just&lt;br /&gt;for twenty-four hours. And you will know a new upsurge&lt;br /&gt;of energy that you have never known before, a new&lt;br /&gt;vitality arising from the roots. And once you know it,&lt;br /&gt;once you have tasted it, your life will be different.&lt;br /&gt;Then you will laugh at all the foolish things you have&lt;br /&gt;been doing, at all the resentments, reactions,&lt;br /&gt;revenges, with which you have been destroying&lt;br /&gt;yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nobody else can destroy you except you; nobody else&lt;br /&gt;can save you except you. ”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-2139384231625736673?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2139384231625736673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=2139384231625736673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2139384231625736673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2139384231625736673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/fwd.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-3121017553275542458</id><published>2007-12-05T09:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:35:26.202+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Morning Effects.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7K4z7GscY/R1YjT9gXlhI/AAAAAAAAABk/FFkh_IHM7R4/s1600-h/Picture+158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7K4z7GscY/R1YjT9gXlhI/AAAAAAAAABk/FFkh_IHM7R4/s400/Picture+158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140334850524812818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7K4z7GscY/R1YiZtgXlfI/AAAAAAAAABU/t9W1_UFae1s/s1600-h/Picture+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7K4z7GscY/R1YiZtgXlfI/AAAAAAAAABU/t9W1_UFae1s/s400/Picture+153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140333849797432818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7K4z7GscY/R1YiZ9gXlgI/AAAAAAAAABc/F6MCaeKZtDM/s1600-h/Picture+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7K4z7GscY/R1YiZ9gXlgI/AAAAAAAAABc/F6MCaeKZtDM/s400/Picture+154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140333854092400130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the month of december , when temprature is around 10-12'c , now who wants to come out of bed and go outside.....&lt;br /&gt;Same with me...&lt;br /&gt;But my luck..... had to move outside, as father was going to sikar, so i had to drop him till bus-stand.&lt;br /&gt;It was not a new thing for me, coz from the day father was transferred to sikar, i have to drop him till bus stand, if he comes to jaipur.&lt;br /&gt;I thought this time to take camera and shoot if anything worth......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the saying goes, ships are best safe in the harbor, but they are not meant for it,&lt;br /&gt;I too realised the morning time before sun-rise if spent on bed is wasted, there is no use of it for me.(on bed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took out the camera on return journey, cause we were in hurry at the time of going to bus stand.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing attracted me was the pigeons, on the middle of road.On the divider , some people feed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A worth looking look. The way many of these were gathered and eating, that attracted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that sun rise was the prime attraction....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed the perfect shot though... coz because of trees, the original orange sun just rising from the mountain had moved to somewhat higher level. [:(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i got something to shoot. [:)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-3121017553275542458?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/3121017553275542458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=3121017553275542458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3121017553275542458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/3121017553275542458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/morning-effects.html' title='The Morning Effects.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_7K4z7GscY/R1YjT9gXlhI/AAAAAAAAABk/FFkh_IHM7R4/s72-c/Picture+158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-137082090162000810</id><published>2007-12-04T08:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:34:57.361+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Problem : Direction Less</title><content type='html'>Today 's youth have a common problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Direction Less thinking / working.&lt;br /&gt;NO donuts, if same is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am interested in numerology / astrology / palmistry / vaastu-shastra.&lt;br /&gt;Along with,&lt;br /&gt;daily have to keep updated self about latest trends and technologies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens really is ....&lt;br /&gt;one day the insights and the urge is so strong that reading articles about palmistry starts....&lt;br /&gt;and the whole month is spent, forgetting that reading.&lt;br /&gt;(this is because, no revisions, no further study).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The urge and attitude is strong....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be this.&lt;br /&gt;To be that.&lt;br /&gt;To do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the effectiveness is not there, thanks to easy attraction - shifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only solution to this,  is that one should first perfect one thing, before even thinking about the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then our minds are not so easy to control.&lt;br /&gt;Are they ??????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-137082090162000810?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/137082090162000810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=137082090162000810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/137082090162000810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/137082090162000810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/problem-direction-less.html' title='Problem : Direction Less'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-7629189569334782878</id><published>2007-12-04T08:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:28:13.506+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Irregularity</title><content type='html'>I admit i am a irregular person @ times...&lt;br /&gt;But here, reality is thoughts just come to my mind when i am not online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, what i should write is gone in my thinking,&lt;br /&gt; and moreover when i am online, orkut/ gtalk / yahoo messenger just makes sure that even i logged on to blogger, i dont write anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, every time i takes a pledge sort of inside, from now regular postings.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so much to share.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And infact every common man has with him lots of tips/ tricks / experiences , that if shared, would save other's lots of time and value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So would try to be regular from now...... (may be writing here may have some effect. [;)] )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-7629189569334782878?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7629189569334782878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=7629189569334782878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7629189569334782878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7629189569334782878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/12/irregularity.html' title='Irregularity'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-229555753449754536</id><published>2007-11-19T20:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:34:57.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reward of Ignorance (19th november office)</title><content type='html'>Today in office, i  observed the power of ignorance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my colleague feeling happy to explaining things, that i already knew. [;)]&lt;br /&gt;The way he was explaining things to me,&lt;br /&gt;it felt like he was feeling very happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have cut the sentence abruptly by saying, haan haan i know.&lt;br /&gt;but  something prompted me to hear .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in a way proved foolish by not knowing a basic thing of programming world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later i realised that merely by listening to something that i already knew, i dint wasted my time(  @ least...... )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-229555753449754536?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/229555753449754536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=229555753449754536' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/229555753449754536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/229555753449754536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/reward-of-ignorance-19th-november.html' title='Reward of Ignorance (19th november office)'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-2271431054924815024</id><published>2007-11-19T09:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-19T09:50:37.071+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gold of Scraps : Collection of Self-Thoughts</title><content type='html'>1. Jo majak udda rahe hain, wo khud hi majak banenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "  All of us are great , but we loose our greatness by doing some mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;                While others gain greatness by correcting those........ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- So my this own thought says that its just a matter of work done @ a instant which denotes our character.....&lt;br /&gt;Things go fine and you are great...&lt;br /&gt;"-- &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Please comment, what your ideas are for this thought "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;3. Always be continue, otherwise your continuity will come to end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Think good, do better.. and you would be called as best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  " A smile on your face looks like moon shining on space "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The hardest thing is to set your aim and be continue on it.&lt;br /&gt;            The easiest thing is to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  If you reply by smiling, it wont cost you anything....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        But doing so would make you feel better, and magnitude of  your name would be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jyada buk - buk ka koi fayda nahi hai, chup rehna bhi seekho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- All these written by me when i was in 9th class. These are original,  may lack @ time maturity,&lt;br /&gt;yet clearly tell the attitude one should try to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-2271431054924815024?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2271431054924815024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=2271431054924815024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2271431054924815024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2271431054924815024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/gold-of-scraps-collection-of-self.html' title='Gold of Scraps : Collection of Self-Thoughts'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-7186026129475986717</id><published>2007-11-06T00:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-06T00:43:53.406+05:30</updated><title type='text'>6th november 12:45 am</title><content type='html'>Many of the defects or flaws of human mistakes comes so easily......our mind is so susceptible to blunders, that one can hardly detect, whether the behavior he is showing is original one or a made-up one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For e.g., i have closely observed persons, side-tracked / jealous by batchmate's success.&lt;br /&gt;This is the vulnerability of mind... isnt it.. ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your neighbor may be performing well, may be so he got better things...&lt;br /&gt;but that is not permanent... is it ?&lt;br /&gt;Then why a human mind just compares himself to other.. ???&lt;br /&gt;in every walk/ front of life......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes the comparison....&lt;br /&gt;My parents are so and so... Others have so and so...(comparison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so and so marks.....  My friend always have so and so marks.... why me.. ???? (comparison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working here... with so &amp;amp; so....  My friends... One got there.. another got there....&lt;br /&gt;why me here... ....... (comparison)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we just leave the comparison.. for today.... ???????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO comparisons for today....&lt;br /&gt;Accept life in all forms as it is in its true sense............&lt;br /&gt;And you would be astonished by the results.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-7186026129475986717?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7186026129475986717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=7186026129475986717' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7186026129475986717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7186026129475986717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/6th-november-1245-am.html' title='6th november 12:45 am'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-2740383683009412826</id><published>2007-11-05T00:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:54:21.210+05:30</updated><title type='text'>5th november morning 1 am.</title><content type='html'>continuing the diary...&lt;br /&gt;once i created these lines :&lt;br /&gt;"in the deepest ocean,&lt;br /&gt;seeing the blackiest sky,&lt;br /&gt;Travelling the largest way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wonder why........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Darkness around the star,&lt;br /&gt;  sadness around the guy,&lt;br /&gt;  Seeing the poorest people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wonder why........................................ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failures occur to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Life keeps on moving,&lt;br /&gt;But failing the easiest tests,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wonder why........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Every1 has heart,&lt;br /&gt;every one cares,&lt;br /&gt;Still seeing the broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wonder why........................................ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-2740383683009412826?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/2740383683009412826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=2740383683009412826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2740383683009412826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/2740383683009412826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/11/5th-november-morning-1-am.html' title='5th november morning 1 am.'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-7561957119899272719</id><published>2007-10-31T23:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:13:46.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today i observed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" At times in life we are so puzzled &amp;amp; mixed up in little things, that efficiency degrades... "&lt;br /&gt;If we don't just fine the blade, it tends to cut lesser......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a person should check himself for the upgradations... [;)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-7561957119899272719?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7561957119899272719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=7561957119899272719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7561957119899272719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7561957119899272719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-i-observed.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-7353793114840337979</id><published>2007-10-23T08:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:39:04.018+05:30</updated><title type='text'>23 october.(Morning).</title><content type='html'>In the morning of 23rd October, i am writing about some of the thoughts that affected yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once i thought it is better to be a king in small company, then to be a employee with lesser powers in big company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but me doubting my own thought.&lt;br /&gt;If you are in MNC, or any big players of market, you have other advantages, that a small company can't offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what is correct approach. ??? confused............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be someday some one would clear my doubt or i will discover the answer by myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-7353793114840337979?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7353793114840337979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=7353793114840337979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7353793114840337979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7353793114840337979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/23-octobermorning.html' title='23 october.(Morning).'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6173399016904834912.post-7963067083576039917</id><published>2007-10-14T21:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:47:09.418+05:30</updated><title type='text'>14th October 2007</title><content type='html'>Today, on 14th of October 2007, i  just thought to maintain a daily diary sort of blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is done to ensure :&lt;br /&gt;1.  if any constructive ideas come in my mind, they just dont get away.&lt;br /&gt;2. my daily performance goes to a level.&lt;br /&gt;3. i daily do something to write..... [;)] may be that things improve....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, readers... ( if any)  lets just start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Abhishek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6173399016904834912-7963067083576039917?l=abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/feeds/7963067083576039917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6173399016904834912&amp;postID=7963067083576039917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7963067083576039917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6173399016904834912/posts/default/7963067083576039917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abhishekacharyadiary.blogspot.com/2007/10/14th-october-2007.html' title='14th October 2007'/><author><name>Abhishek  Acharya</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
