<?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-1761049269969475750</id><updated>2012-01-06T12:26:58.747-08:00</updated><category term='It'/><title type='text'>Samvedna Sibbal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-5205535888043478506</id><published>2011-07-04T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T10:59:50.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Moves On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It  was raining furiously outside, with tears in her eyes and nostalgia in  her heart and blankness in her mind, she was wrapping up her belongings,  her beloved home, her precious albums, her memories which had  penetrated even in the shelves of the home, where she had spent 19 years  of her life, now only whose memories are left over. She resided there  with her idol ,her mother. Her body tired our of work and lack of sleep,  she takes a break and sits at a corner of her home, her heaven for the  past 19 years and goes back into the memory lane which is crystal clear  in her mind….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was her mother who had brought her (to this place) when she was 5 years old (in her 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;  class). Their’s was a small family of two who had indeed brought their  dreams and hopes along with them, enough to start a new life after a  series of struggling days. They initially resided in a small quarter  alotted to them by the organization where the mother worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Days  and months passed by, the small girl blossomed into a mature person,  did very well in her academics, was the best sports person in the  school, stood first in all the debates, elocution and paintings  competitions. She was an all-rounder, the apple of her mother’s eyes.  Her mother could go to any extent to nurture her, to make her happy and  to protect her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Her  mom would directly go to the market and but her a barbie whenever she  stood first in any competition….Her mom would go to the nearest district  market in heavy rains just to but her a walk-man she demanded….She would  protect her from the ruthless questions posed by the society to  her….She would keep awake the entire night just to make her daughter  by-heart the debate….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;The mother’s entire life revolved around her only daughter, her only asset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;As  the demands of the life grew, so grew the need to shift to a much  bigger home. They both shifted to another, big quarter which her mother  was entitled to. Slowly and steadily, her mother had set up the entire  home with love and compassion, bought all the amenities, necessary and  luxurious, and decorated the house with her own hands.The mother made  paintings, wall-hangings, pots etc and also taught her daughter to do so.  It was a dream home for the mother-daughter duo, the only refuge where  they would rest in peace every evening, where they were saved from this  ruthless world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Her  mother was a strong strong lady-a lady made of steel (as apparently  perceived), she was a beautiful woman, an avid writer, an active  professional, a flawless speaker of Hindi. English and Urdu..A lady full  of zeal and love for the world. The world was on her feet, people  literally stopped to listen when she spoke. She loved traveling and  photography. She used to take her daughter around India in the summer  and winter vacations to show how the entire world was, different places,  different cultures, different languages…The amount of albums bear the  testimony to the above mentioned facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Life  was going on smoothly, just perfect till on day the mother was  diagonised by cancer. Everything just broke out of her, everything came  to a stand still. She was still young (in her 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; class) and so was her mother. Nothing could have been worst than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;But  as the saying goes-‘Tough times never lasts and tough people do it’.  The mother was a survivor as if she was born to be and so was her  daughter (but not as strong as her mother). The mother cane back after a  series of operations and got back to her work. Although she would not  work as efficiently as before, but the organization was kind enough,  enough to give her, her job back to continue fulfilling her duites  towards her daughter. May be it was the good fate of the daughter that  she was entitled to such a good schooling, such a life, before, now and  here after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Days  and months passed again, the daughter finished her education, got  independent, her mother was striving hard for her success, gathering all  the courage in this world, alone rather lonely, physically weak and  sometimes mentally shattered too. Daughter is living a nice life, thanks  to her mother’s struggle and hard work. She is as independent as her  mother, as a hard-worker as her mother but not as strong. Struggle had  made her mother strong, it had given her the enthusiasm to move on, the  strength to get going, when the going was tough…but the same struggle  has made her daughter mentally weak, confused with lack of decision  making capability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Now,  that a long time has passed over and the mother is not able to carry on  any further, all alone, has to leave her home, her nest, her  investment, her everything and move on the next step…going back to her  parents place foe a secure and safe living. She doesn’t want to go but  has to go, neither does her daughter want, but again both have to settle  for a compromise keeping in account the mother’s health conditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;With  her heart bulging out with tears, her eyes all swollen, she comes out  of the memory lane and carries on with the packing..as there is no  choice indeed….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in 0in 10pt;text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;The life has to move on as it is very well said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1761049269969475750-5205535888043478506?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5205535888043478506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=5205535888043478506' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5205535888043478506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5205535888043478506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-moves-on.html' title='Life Moves On...'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-5052413616238967159</id><published>2011-04-28T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:28:28.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepting Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a long time, I enjoyed the cool wind from the window of my seat while on my way to home from office. The good thing about it was that I enjoyed it without worrying about my hair getting dirty(as I had washed them the same day) and my skin getting cursed(as I had cleansed it the same day). I enjoyed it bare headed without paying any head to anything and I realized one thing-"Once you accept the change coming in your life, you become happy". &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My life is going on a roller-coaster ride from say, last 1.5 years and only those moments I had been happy were when I had decided to accept those unwanted changes coming my way. I have come to this notion that people rarely accept the change. They would sit at the same place (in the office bus) for months and months, in the same position, with the same expression (expressionless) and doing the same thing (nothing). I mean, its so monotonous and even funny. Even I did not realize it until I came across a major change (in my job and thus, my lifestyle). We really are stubborn when encountered with even a slight change in our life styles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Previously, I used to crib about my monotonous life, same 9-6 job, same boring weekends, but when there was a sudden change (which would in turn, take this monotony away), I was resistant to it and then I realized how adamant and intractable I had become in my nature. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, I have decided to accept the change that comes my way, I have indeed accepted people the way they are, I have decided to accept the way my job shapes up (which is indeed my passion and my bread and butter).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I change my seat everyday in the office bus, I enjoy the hurling wind through the window of my seat (without much worrying about my hair and my skin). Its pretty difficult though and I have even not succumbed to this idea completely (of accepting change) but I shall at least try in every situation which demands my being flexible and easy-going. I am suddenly reminded of the book 'Who Moved My Cheese' which I read long back but uptil now I realized its importance.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hope to go a long way having adopted this attitude&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-5052413616238967159?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5052413616238967159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=5052413616238967159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5052413616238967159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5052413616238967159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2011/04/accepting-change.html' title='Accepting Change'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-173811191757151633</id><published>2010-12-17T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T04:29:24.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More FB Please...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its 12.30 &lt;b style=""&gt;am&lt;/b&gt; and my flat mates are under the strict jurisdiction of FACEBOOK. Oh My God! FB (they call it like this), has become a religion in our country after cricket. The scene is just hilarious. They are just after my soul to create an account on it, but I am even on the verge of de-activating my Orkut account which I had made many years ago. Is FB the only way to be in contact with your folks and peers?? Aren’t people bored of the usual stuff&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;like ”wass up”, “wass going on” …….. I have not opened my lap top to write this article (I am penning down it on a small piece of paper), lest I will get stuck to internet and in turn, forget to write this piece of code. Its easy you know, not to get addicted to FB. What is so good in FB, give me a reason of using FB and I will defend it with my reasons of not using it. For me, if you ask, GTalk is enough or you can say the best means to keep in touch with my network. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both my roomies are sitting in front of each other and chatting on FB rather than communication in person because both of theirs’ response is faster on FB rather than orally. What a scene!!! It’s beyond even expressing in words. So funny that I am having a perfect laughter exercise, this is accelerating my blood circulation. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am happy reading the newspaper and a book about Google, it is just amazing, even more than FB, so introspecting, that you will be forced to think beyond FB. While reading this book a new thought is coming in my mind- Why work for somebody else, why not work for your own self. As the saying goes “start fulfilling your dreams, otherwise somebody else will put you to fulfill his dreams”. Honestly, I was never in favor of opening my own venture but after reading this book a strong desire to open one of my own is coming in my mind. Anyways leave this topic here only…..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly my concentration is diverted by the giggling of my roomies in response to their actions on FB. It is weird when you see people laughing with this idiot box on their laps and an internet connection on their disposal.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways, be happy in what ever you like to be in.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;HAPPY FACE BOOKING!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-173811191757151633?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/173811191757151633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=173811191757151633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/173811191757151633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/173811191757151633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-more-fb-please.html' title='No More FB Please...........'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-4385206302341703188</id><published>2010-09-28T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T11:23:25.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please do This</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its funny you know, when people put a “busy” sign on their custom messages on Gtalk or pick up their phones in the midst of a meeting and say “i am busy, can you call after sometime”. Why cannot people just “sign out” out or “switch off” their cell phones if really busy. Being sarcastic, I really feel like disturbing people more on these occasions. Seriously pinging them again and again so that they finally sign out and concentrate on their so called important work or calling them again and again so that they finally switch off their precious mobiles and concentrate on their meeting. He he he....its fun you know. Just try it once..&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand people’s psychology. I never sign in unless or until I am done with my “important” work. What an era- smitten by the internet bug. Yes, I am smitten by this bug I have stopped even freshening up after coming from my office, the first thing is connecting my internet card-my only friend, wherever and whenever, it fulfils all my needs, may it be mental, emotional or psychological.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot even afford to fall ill. We take medicine even before falling ill, just to avoid bed rest and all. Demands of modern professional personal life!!! Ridiculous. I am on the verge of having cough and cold and am so frightened that I have taken sinarest, lest I shall fall ill. Man!! Kya zamana aa gaya hai. You need to be on your toes. I do not know how people manage their lives and families. I get goose bumps just by thinking about my future. These days I am coming across people who are so ambitious that even I forget my ambition after talking to them for half an hour. I mean, I am really concerned about people who are so striving for success, even though they are on fine enough positions, that they even forget what peace of mind means. I suppose their peace of mind is in achieving their larger than life goals. Even I am ambitious man.....but not to such an extent that I even forget what my actual existence is. There is no limit to your dreams, even before achieving one, you start dreaming to achieve another one. Where does one stop???&lt;br /&gt;Yes, back to my point-why do not people just sign off if they are so busy. Please do this at least after reading this.&lt;br /&gt;I will be really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-4385206302341703188?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/4385206302341703188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=4385206302341703188' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/4385206302341703188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/4385206302341703188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-do-this.html' title='Please do This'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-467121657034037879</id><published>2010-08-29T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T11:35:06.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life would have been easier if Apple and Blackberry would have been mere fruits........</title><content type='html'>Its midnight 12.35 am and I am just not feeling sleepy. My internet connection is going on and off and I am really irritated by its behaviour. My playlist is motivating me and keeping me trying again and again. It’s such a difficult task to be disconnected from the world even for a minute now, how dependent we have become on the technological advancements of this era na?? My cell is in my hand and I just get chaotic even if it goes away 1inch from me. Its funny you know. The first thing I do in the morning (when only my one eye is half opened),  is to check my missed calls or messages and of course, my mailbox, although it should be remembering god and thanking him for this wonderful life. I just cannot wait for the new songs to get downloaded and listening to them.&lt;br /&gt;UFFF...so much to do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is just so “Googled”, we do not take the pain of searching the meaning of a word in a dictionary now, just google it and the results are in front of you, on your precious desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone imagine just one day without Google??? I too just cannot, in any case.&lt;br /&gt;I am just obsessed with my internet connection and my cell, the other day I blocked my sim card as I was trying to do some mischief with my mobile and it was as usual 1 am and there was no refuge for me other than to wait for the sun to rise and go to the vendor (even customer care was not being connected). I just could not sleep the entire night you know. It was such a torture, I remember no number....this is bad, very bad.....the thought of changing my cell number was frightening as this is my official number. Even thinking of that moment scares me now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my cell is with me, safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this big collection of gadgets-a CELL(infact,two), a DIGICAM, a LAPTOP, a USB DATA CARD...and I am so dependent on all these widgets that I long to see them after coming from my office. After a hectic schedule, its the music that gives me peace of mind, I dance, I sing and get ready to get churned up in this corporate world for the next day. I can go dependent on anything that gives me the required peace of the earth and solitude, may it not be a live person or my soul mate whom we used to be depend BG(before Google).  It’s a stone age.....and we are getting engulfed into it more and more. Everywhere people are competing with each other, may it be on the road to fight for a slightest corner of it, or in the company for the highest salary and status. At night, when I come back from my office and sit in solitude, I feel as if the entire day was a long brutal dream and I had just lost myself in oblivion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish if Apple and Blackberry would have been mere fruits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-467121657034037879?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/467121657034037879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=467121657034037879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/467121657034037879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/467121657034037879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-would-have-been-easier-if-apple.html' title='Life would have been easier if Apple and Blackberry would have been mere fruits........'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-639797381960643767</id><published>2010-08-18T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:40:44.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weird Corporate World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-right:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0cm; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have just stepped into the corporate world from this January and I have come across many people with different educational backgrounds like Management, Technical, Hr, Sales etc. Whatever names you give to the profiles may it be Business development Executive, Corporate Sales Executive, Marketing Manager Etc, one thing is common to all these profiles- “PRODUCT” and “CUSTOMERS”. May it be an IT sector, an Insurance sector, a Retail sector, all are in search of a big and prospective customers who can in turn, can give them business at the end of the day. May it be a legal firm, a consultancy firm or an educational firm, all are furiously hunting for the same two words-Product and Customer and that too all phoren. I feel like as if India is almost run by its phoren counterparts whose some dollars are worth millions to our desis. We can build a 40 storeys building just by grabbing one big deal-may it that of a software development or a corporate sales deal. How poor the country is and how impoverished its man-power is. It’s funny you know, I mean we are not at all satisfied by our Indian customers. Sometimes I just feel as if I am selling myself (although it’s true) and not the product. I have been into an IT industry and now I am into Sales and Marketing, totally opposite fields, but the foundation is the same-Customers and more Customers. Losing one deal can give heart attacks to even the toughest of the corporate people. I feel good at this point of time (sarcastic..isn’t it??). Heartless and ruthless corporate world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sometimes feel to leave it and join some government organisation, but that also consists of a different breed of corporate-the “Babus”. There is just no escape....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am also losing my heart and trying to be a hard-core thorough professional who just needs to “crack the deal”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lets see how far I go...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-639797381960643767?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/639797381960643767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=639797381960643767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/639797381960643767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/639797381960643767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/08/weird-corporate-world.html' title='The Weird Corporate World.'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-5764376988115512172</id><published>2010-06-04T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:50:20.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new tactics</title><content type='html'>A new era has been started by our politicians- resigning from their posts in case of any controversy. Some of the trendy examples are- Shashi Tharoor (Member of the Parliament), Jairam Ramesh( Environment Minister), Lalid Modi (IPL Commissioner) and the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;Does this tactics really help in the long run? Does resigning from your post, the ultimate solution to putting an end to the controversy associated with you? I don’t understand, why these corrupt and ineffective politicians waste their precious time (precious to that extent, that they do not even attend their regular parliamentary sessions) in concentrating more on what the other has said in his speech, who has hurt any community’s sentiments, who has wrongly portrayed any religion etc. etc.. There are so many areas where these people can invest their time and energy and their long speeches (which are in turn, of no use). I feel so annoyed on seeing their immature behavior. They think that resigning is the final refuge of their misdemeanors. There seems no other way to escape from their misbehavior. There is no authority to make them understand on their own responsibilities, on the matters which need their concentration and efforts, on the subjects that are very fundamental and crucial for the betterment of the country.&lt;br /&gt;Who has said what, in what perspective, aiming at what person or community, in what language, that’s it? These are the only matters for these politicians to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;In my perspective, this entire system of a “Democratic Political System” should be abolished. “Presidential Rule” should be germinated. Let the President do as much corruption as he wants (if he wants so) along with his chosen ministry, but on the contrary, he will have to do some, or rather a lot, good for the betterment and improvement of the country. This country should be a “One Man Army”. I agree that every situation or system has its pros and cons, but then what or who doesn’t have. At least, there will not be so many parties thriving and making a chaos out of this country, parties that only throw stones on other parties and work not for the development of the country, but for their own empowerment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-5764376988115512172?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5764376988115512172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=5764376988115512172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5764376988115512172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5764376988115512172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-tactics.html' title='A new tactics'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-5773145477024407822</id><published>2010-06-04T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:44:22.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It is said that “Bachhe mann ke sachhe”, a man in his childhood days is so carefree, simple, tension-free, responsibility-less. I have started feeling the significance of this adage.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in school, I kept busy with studies, debate, and elocution and painting competitions. No worries of getting independent, earning sky-scraping pay-packages, investing that money etc. So cheerful life I had. The only worry was to get a first price in the above competitions and getting rewards from mum and the school principal.&lt;br /&gt;When I came to graduation, an entire new life I was to experience. A life with friends, parties, college etc. Still there was no sign of tension, no anxiety of getting placed, getting mote package than your peers, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Then came a sudden change in my life and it was delimited by coaching classes for higher studies. Still there was only one worry- to get a good college.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got into a prestigious college, here came the worries of getting more than 60% to be in the eligibility criteria of the companies, to crack the aptitude, the gd-pi, to have excellent (not less than excellent) communication skills)……Uff…..&lt;br /&gt;Now, that I am into a job, worries have cropped up of how to earn more and more and also invest that more so as to sustain my future, how to make yourself apart from others in sense of profession and personality, how to work appropriately so as to get an appraisal next year…..Uff….Uff…&lt;br /&gt;I miss myself a lot in all this hustle and bustle of life, what I was and what have I become, from a lighthearted person to a gloomy persona. Where is that child in me that has gone astray?&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a day of competition, of running in the rat-race so fast so that you even forget what you were and what you are.&lt;br /&gt;I miss myself a lot…..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-5773145477024407822?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5773145477024407822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=5773145477024407822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5773145477024407822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5773145477024407822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-miss-myself.html' title='I miss myself'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-6871288470478775794</id><published>2010-05-06T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T01:33:04.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a funny World!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just now I was talking (OOPS!! Chatting) to one of colleagues on GTALK and suddenly a funny thought came into my mind regarding the smileys or emoticons (as we call). This world has become so weird na!&lt;br /&gt;We express our emotions through these stationary, impassive and unemotional icons. An open-mouthed smiley for depicting our extreme happiness, an angry smiley for illustrating our frustration and annoyance, an embarrassed smiley for giving a picture of our discomfiture etc. I mean, this is really comical that how we have become so used to using these icons in our daily lives. I find that “sleepy smiley” the most hilarious of all.&lt;br /&gt;If I do not send any smiley while interacting, then my friends feel that either my mood is off or I am not interested in talking. Can you imagine the after-effects of not using an icon while in conversation?&lt;br /&gt;If my mood is off for some reasons, then I just open the list and watch them groove and dance at their own pace. Can you imagine their utility of lifting one’s mood?&lt;br /&gt;If properly exploited, they can even impress someone for a larger interest in the future.&lt;br /&gt;It’s an irony that how easily they personify human emotion. Further, I really feel that our entire lives have been shelled by Google; can you imagine a day without Google or the internet?? I cannot…..After god, who made this world and who knows everything about our past, present and future, I think Google is the boss, who knows everything about everything. He!! He!! He!!&lt;br /&gt;Times have so changed ….everything has become so effortless, so easy, but so complex on the contrary.&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to our precious emoticons. These icons have become a part and parcel of our lives. Kya zamana aa gaya hai….Isn’t it??&lt;br /&gt;While writing this post in MS Word also, I am looking for a smiley that could portray my emotion at present, but I guess MS Word doesn’t have this feature. Thinking to send them a mail to include this feature in their next version. It’ll be fun, you know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-6871288470478775794?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6871288470478775794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=6871288470478775794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/6871288470478775794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/6871288470478775794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-funny-world.html' title='What a funny World!!!'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-1202574817794662845</id><published>2010-05-03T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T03:40:47.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can somebody give me an answer???</title><content type='html'>Till this age of mine, I have seen two types of people. People who struggle a lot before reaching their destinations and tasting success and people who get everything easily and without much effort.&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand why is this so??   Is this you can call…their destiny, their luck, their past karma, whatever…But why is this difference?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel that everyone has to struggle in their lives, may it be sooner or later, but when I see people with a silver spoon in their mouths’, then my belief gets a sudden arrest. I feel jealous of them and being a sarcastic person, pray to god to give them some impediment (GOD FORBID ME). This is just a second’s thought altogether. &lt;br /&gt;I see students getting admission into a prestigious college because of their quotas and students getting denied for admissions who get 90 percentiles, just losing that college because of some fraction of marks.&lt;br /&gt;I see people getting jobs because of reference and people getting rejected in their HR rounds (after clearing 4-5 rounds, sitting since morning). It’s an irony, you know…&lt;br /&gt;I see people with no prior knowledge of English and Aptitude, surpassing exams like IELTS, TOFEL etc., going abroad on the power of money and people being denied admission because of lack of funds or fewer grades.&lt;br /&gt;I see people with inherent diseases from their birth, struggling all their lives to live a normal life. It’s a struggle for their parents also. &lt;br /&gt;I see people enjoying their lives because their fathers’ are influential or have some political contacts and people who have to think even before buying a shirt for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Why there are so many imbalances in this world??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-1202574817794662845?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/1202574817794662845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=1202574817794662845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/1202574817794662845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/1202574817794662845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/05/can-somebody-give-me-answer.html' title='Can somebody give me an answer???'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-7469912808285622275</id><published>2010-04-29T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T02:26:29.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are varied thoughts that first come into my mind when I get up early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;How is the day going to be? What all I have to do in the office etc.etc., but the question which most often comes is that I am again going to put my foot in a world of cut-throat competition. Competition, not with anybody else, but with your own self. Performing your best for the day (which ultimately leads to appraisals and promotion), behaving intelligently all the time, being in your high spirits the entire day…..and the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just feel that I am out of this place, I feel like running away (may be to Himalayas), leaving everything behind me, my job, this competition, this atmosphere of promotions and appraisals, everything literally. I feel like I am in a golden cage where all the gold and glitter is temporary, which will eventually fade away with time and age.&lt;br /&gt;My throat gets choked up with all these adverse thoughts and I feel like just……UUUFFFFF….&lt;br /&gt;How it would have been in our parents’ time…I really feel like going into that world altogether.&lt;br /&gt;I hear from my friends’ who are from small towns (or even villages) about their parents and their lives in turn, and I feel that life is so simple, so impoverished for them. I know if we would have to spend a day or two there, it would be extremely difficult for us to do so, but just think, if we learn to do that (somehow) then how pleasant it would be.&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of this world and wish if there was another planet to go and make your living which would be much undemanding and simple.  I keep on lying on my bed thinking all this crap and suddenly a sense of acute anxiety crops into my mind and my entire body starts paining and complaining. Actually my body speaks about my mental arrangement, the day my mind is at peace, so as my body and the day I am tensed and full of anxiety, my body also behaves sluggishly. In these situations, I just feel like flying away from this entire disorderly environment and freeing myself from all the bondages.  At that moment, nothing matters to me the most but my freedom, freedom from job, freedom from family, freedom from social responsibility…..&lt;br /&gt;And alas!! The snooze of my alarm gets tired of me and pushes me to get up and finally put not only my foot, but my entire organism into this world. There is no way to go other than to get up and get ready for my daily chores. The feeling is just beyond expressing in words that how pain I feel while doing all this, not because I want to do away with my responsibilities, but because I want to free away myself from literally everything, this obviously makes me unstable and pushes me back from my duties, but then this is the fact and I cannot deny from it.&lt;br /&gt;I am aware of this fact that we are living human beings and that we have to do that, for what we are in this world, but still…. I have nothing to say when this fact comes to my mind and I finally get up and here I am, fulfilling my obligations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-7469912808285622275?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/7469912808285622275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=7469912808285622275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/7469912808285622275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/7469912808285622275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-thought.html' title='The first Thought'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-4150902620551579435</id><published>2010-04-14T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:32:29.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You One of Those?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Are you one of those persons who are never satisfied with your present situation, your profession, your salary, your life as a whole etc.? Well, I am one of those (although, I have none completely at present).&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I always want to do something extra in my life, like many things at a time. I want to work, I want to play, I want to dance and not just on a small scale (in my room), but on a broader perspective. It is my inherent desire to be multi-tasking and that also on a larger picture. I want to do all those things which make me happy and content with (other than earning my bread and butter). How many of you want to do exactly opposite of what you are doing right now or along with it? I mean, if god gave you another chance to shape up your life, your career, would you do the same thing or go for an alternative which you always wanted to do as a professional but now are doing only as a hobby? It’s a dilemma, isn’t it? Have you ever probed your mind and heart and visualized the point of convergence of both of them?   Man, in order to opt for a “settled career” forgets where his basic instinct lies. I am sure many of us would like to be a cricketer or a musician or a writer, but how many of us are actually doing this as a full time job?&lt;br /&gt;I want to live on my own terms but also be perfectly flexible when it comes to my own survival, but that is pretty difficult task man!!! Isn’t so??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-4150902620551579435?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/4150902620551579435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=4150902620551579435' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/4150902620551579435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/4150902620551579435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-one-of-those.html' title='Are You One of Those?'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-2753948327270325438</id><published>2010-02-12T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:14:43.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An illusion called life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is strange that we struggle our entire lives for job, money, luxury, success etc, but at the end what wins is death.&lt;br /&gt;Death is the ultimate winner of all our battles fought throughout our lives. We surpass everyone in this competitive world for our own success,  even leave our near and dear ones to achieve our aim, but what is the end of all this juggling and cuddling, it is nothing  but death. Death alone survives in this ruthless world which makes everyone bow in front of it. I feel that if death is the ultimate champion then why not to live peacefully and gracefully. Why not to live a fulfilled life and not a frustrated one.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is not able to apply this formula in his day to day life, even I am not, but at the end of the day I introspect myself and my feelings and come to this notion that Life is Beautiful. We keep on waiting for the perfect salary, perfect job, perfect partner and perfect car. Why not be happy and create a perfect life from all these imperfections. Even imperfections have some beauty in them. Isn’t it??&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unpredictable, so vulnerable that it can just be finished in a second. Why not live for the moment, by the moment and to the moment. It is easy said than done but at least we all can try.&lt;br /&gt;Try, try, and try again.&lt;br /&gt;Every day I find some or the reason for being unhappy and cribbing. Then I think that so many people in this world must be suffering from a much graver problem than mine. I look at the gigantic sky and then suddenly my problems take shape of trivial things which can be just crushed and moved upon. It is a great feeling to be alive and be a part of this world. I feel pity on those people who disrupt this peace and decorum of the society for petty politics and short term goals, people who succumb to corruption and the lust of money, and people who take undue advantage of others for their own selfish reasons.&lt;br /&gt; Even they have to face the wrath of death one day. I am really disappointed by the way this country is shaping itself, the way people are molding themselves and the way these politicians are nurturing this country.&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/1761049269969475750-2753948327270325438?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/2753948327270325438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=2753948327270325438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/2753948327270325438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/2753948327270325438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/02/illusion-called-life.html' title='An illusion called life'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-7180799677677741844</id><published>2010-02-01T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:01:51.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Not Know What To Do</title><content type='html'>Finally, entered a new phase of my life.Its such an irony that we keep on broodiing to get a job in our college lives and once we get into it, we keep on brooding about not getting enough time, not able to bunk the office like classes, not able to watch first day first show of a movie. I think a man has this inherent characteristic of complaining about every situation he is in. In my perspective, in order to change this attitude one has to love his job, one has to love what he is doing at his workplace, one has to presume it as a first day first show of a movie. Every morning when you get up, ask yourself this question-"Do i love what am i doing?" and look out for an answer. Most of us has convinced ourselves to love our jobs but how many of us actually do.How many of us are doing what they always wanted to do. Those people are very lucky who come to know their interests at an early stage of their lives. People, in order to opt for a so called"settled career" forget what their likings are,what their passions are.When somebody asks you-"Hey! What do you do?",the answer is may be a software professional or a doctor or an architect, but when somebody asks a question-"Hey! What do you want to do?", the answer will be may be a long silence filling in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Look out for the answers among your own selves!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-7180799677677741844?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/7180799677677741844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=7180799677677741844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/7180799677677741844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/7180799677677741844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-not-know-what-to-do.html' title='Do Not Know What To Do'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-2205576711630988748</id><published>2009-11-05T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:29:57.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeh hai INDIA meri Jaan!</title><content type='html'>Our great politicians and moral leaders should spent less time and energy in preaching people to speak in their mother language and should concentrate more on this country’s grace issues like poverty, terrorism, corruption etc.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, an eminent member said to other fellow member ,”remember you are not in London, but in Lok Sabha”, who, in turn, was speaking in English. On the other part of India, everyone knows about our so –called son-of-soil  people who not only discourage people from speaking in English but also punish them for doing so. I really do not see any relevance in all these prophesying. Its an irony that the kids of these people study at the most elite institutions of this world but in India. All the babas are graduated from an Oxford or a MIT and the list is endless.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone give me an answer to this?&lt;br /&gt;If these people are such a staunch follower of their regional language (not dare to say Mother Language), then why they shell out lacks of rupees to send their children overseas.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the shopping of their precious wives is done from London and not Lajpat Nagar.&lt;br /&gt;All of our netas should preserve their energies and interests (if they possess) to develop the living standard of people, cut-off the inflation, remove poverty and deal with corruption. The issues hampering this country are endless, so why waste time and energy and resources in deciding what people should speak and in which language. This is a democratic country and everyone has the right to speak in any language he/she wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Afterall we are all an integral part of India and should never discriminate anyone on the basis of his language and origin. Infact we are an integral part of this entire world, so why not live with harmony and peace with one another.&lt;br /&gt;Is there any harm??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-2205576711630988748?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/2205576711630988748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=2205576711630988748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/2205576711630988748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/2205576711630988748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2009/11/yeh-hai-india-meri-jaan.html' title='Yeh hai INDIA meri Jaan!'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-5836199146462873290</id><published>2009-10-09T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:45:32.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sorry Sir</title><content type='html'>Its such an irony that in a secular and democratic country , we have to say sorry for every deed that we do. Sorry for calling Mumbai, Bombay, Sorry for portraying Sikhs wrongly in films(although Punjabi culture is shown to be the most vibrant and colourful), Sorry for the lyrics ‘teli ka tel’(Kaminey), Sorry for the lyrics ‘samjhe mocha bhi khud ko sunaar hai’ (Aaja Nachle), Sorry for coming to Mumbai and earning a living(which, in turn, makes it a truly cosmopolitan  and a universal city).&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god!!&lt;br /&gt;Sorry seems to be the word of the decade. India, as a country is becoming intolerant each day. I think  after some years we will have to say sorry even to enter  or even think about Bombay, oh sorry, Mumbai  to those so called ‘son of the soil ‘ people. Its such a ridiculous thing on their part and the trouble is that, that no one is there to curb all these things, no Politian, no social activist, no bureaucrat, no police, I mean, how this country is running and even progressing. I like the way Australians or Americans discriminate us, atleast they discriminate us on the basis of our being “Indians” and here in our motherland, we discriminate ourselves on the basis of being either a ‘marathi’ or a ‘punjabi’ or a ‘bihari’. What the  f—k is this? Please pardon my language but no other word comes to my mind while writing this.&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was having a discussion with one of my friends about the pros and cons of living in India and unfortunately I found more cons  than pros in staying in our own country( I hope I do not have to say sorry for calling this country our own).&lt;br /&gt;I really feel ashamed of calling myself “An Indian”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-5836199146462873290?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5836199146462873290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=5836199146462873290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5836199146462873290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5836199146462873290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-sorry-sir.html' title='I am sorry Sir'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-7483147012653877727</id><published>2009-09-05T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T23:57:36.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish</title><content type='html'>I think life was much uncomplicated during our parents’ and grandparents’ era, no technology, no complexity, no chaos and only peace. Although life has become much simple with the advent of mobile phones, internet banking, online reservations, ATMs etc., but the trade-off is not profitable. I agree to this fact that everything has its pros and cons but the cons are much more than the pros. Everyday my some or the other electronic item succumbs to a fault, either my phone’s speakers are dead or my laptop gets infected with baneful viruses or digicam’s cells get exhausted or the ATM machine is not working and there is no end to such disasters. At the end of the day, I really imagine that what if all these technologically advanced gizmos would not have been discovered!! Aah!! Life would have been so elementary, so honest, no craving for money, no avariciousness for a higher standard of living and no complexity. I wish I would have born in that epoch, atleast somewhere people loved each other, no cut-throat competition was there, crime was less and people lived a healthy and purposeful life. Living was so easy, there was not much to dwell upon and the air was much more well-disposed and calm.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you think so??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-7483147012653877727?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/7483147012653877727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=7483147012653877727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/7483147012653877727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/7483147012653877727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wish.html' title='I Wish'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-5729616668760333407</id><published>2009-08-03T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:13:09.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;“The only sure thing about luck is that it will change”.&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be quite confused about this word called ‘luck’. I mean-to believe that there is an element of luck governing our lives or not?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i am forced to believe that , yes, there is luck which plays a very important role in our lives as i encounter situations which are purely based on my being fortunate. I was quite convinced with the theme of a recently released film called ‘Luck’ that everybody has come with his fate already written by some upper power which guides us through our entire lives.&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I see people who have surpassed the element of bad luck (as everybody thought of) and have carved a niche for themselves due to sheer hard work and perseverance.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes  I feel that howsoever I work hard, howsoever I be committed to my tasks, I will receive only that much what is in my fate or you may call how lucky I am. Every person is a product of his circumstance, so I am also writing this because I have faced numerous situations where I have got less just because of my bad luck and now i have a strong notion about the above theory. At present also I am facing certain situations because I was destined to face them.&lt;br /&gt;Fate, Destiny, Luck etc. are all synonyms that converge to the same point.&lt;br /&gt;It is ironical that even after being so self-assured I am bewildered at every step of my life and have to rethink about my beliefs and value system. Sometimes I feel not to make any principles (or beliefs or values, whatever you call them) and just flow with the current of life, but that is also a point of confusion, whether to follow your own instincts and principles or just follow life as it comes.&lt;br /&gt;May it be the marks obtained in the semester exams, or getting placed in a company or going abroad, an element of luck is always attached to it. One can achieve anything if he has worked hard 99% along with the remaining 1% luck but cannot achieve anything if that 1%luck is not in his favour even if he has put his heart and soul on that task.&lt;br /&gt;It is ironical indeed, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;“Foolish people are always sure about themselves and wise so full of doubts”.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-5729616668760333407?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5729616668760333407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=5729616668760333407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5729616668760333407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5729616668760333407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2009/08/luck.html' title='Luck'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-2529814674889315135</id><published>2009-07-24T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T03:47:25.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am back with a bang!!! I have now realised that writing is quite a difficult task. It took me a great deal to write something after so many months, I wonder how regular writers/coloumnists write articles one after the another. There are thousands of thoughts running through my mind each second but it is cumbersome to mould those feelings into words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                          Anyways, let me throw some light on one of my thoughts about the trial going on in reference to 26/11. In my perspective the honourable judge should immediately hang the perpetrator to death. I do not know why he has decided to move on the trial further when  Kasab has confessed about his mis-doings. What else does the judiciary want, how many more wittnesses shall be produced in front of the court, what more evidence is the law waiting for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know nothing about the books of law, but this is an open and shut case, even a five yaer old child can declare his judgement. I agree with the treatment given to the criminals in the United States "Hang Till Death"/ That is why there has been no major attack afer 9/11 and that one in London. India will always remain behing the US because of its poor mentality and lack of transperancy. It is not accountable to its citizens and shall never be. i feel so helpless as i cannot do anything to change the way things prevail in this country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                       Not only this, there are so mant other reasons i come across each day,each second which make me frustrated up to the brim. I try to be positive, but its hard and even harder when you are an integral part of this country. it is making its youth, who are sensitive enough to think so deeply, abhor it and finnaly leave it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                How can one expect to love and respect such a country which has no moral backbone, no ethics and is full of flaws and loopholes???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        Somebody please give me an answer??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-2529814674889315135?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/2529814674889315135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=2529814674889315135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/2529814674889315135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/2529814674889315135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-back.html' title='I am back!!!'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-6499731963973725934</id><published>2009-02-23T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:13:15.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real  India or Reel India</title><content type='html'>A lot has been debated over whether Arvind Adiga’s  “The White Tiger” or Danny Boyle’s  “Slumdog Millionaire” have portrayed the real India or not. The other day I read in TOI about a statement said by someone that neither of them have shown the real India. Well, I differ on this point. They did, for sure, showcase the real India. Why cannot we all agree to this fact that poverty is prevailing in this country? Last week I went to a village nearby Pune for a social cause and as expected, I saw the obvious. A family of four to five members living in one small room, children were malnutritioned, people were sick and needed medication but no proper medical aid was provided etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;             There is always two sides of a coin. One side elucidates the prosperous India, mushrooming of mall culture, IT industries, retail sectors etc. And the other side shows the villages which lack the basic amenities of life, no education , no awareness no sanitation. There is a large gap between the rich and the poor here. On one side Mukesh Ambani is building a 127 storeys building for his beloved wife in Mumbai and on the other side Mumbai is house for Asia’s largest slum( this was a well known fact before even Slumdog Millionaire came into picture).Imagine the number of people who can have a living in a 127 storey building.&lt;br /&gt;         Someone also said in this respect that ‘Indian culture is value based and inspite of its shortcomings, we still respect our values’. What values he is talking about? Values which gave path to the Manglore pub incident or values which laid the basis for the actions of the so called ‘moral police’ (Shiv sena and RSS) in Pune and other cities or values which govern the leaders of this country(obviously the politicians) who are born with only one value and principle, that is corruption or values which paves the path for all the communal riots between the Hindus and the Muslims. I do not know what values is he talking about?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-6499731963973725934?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6499731963973725934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=6499731963973725934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/6499731963973725934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/6499731963973725934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-india-or-reel-india.html' title='Real  India or Reel India'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-6813185313271700801</id><published>2009-02-17T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:53:06.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusions and more Confusions.</title><content type='html'>I do not understand one thing that the entire world knows that Kasab, the lone person caught on 26/11, is a terrorist. Everyone has seen him with weapons in his hands and enough proof has been laid down against him. Then why the hell judiciary does not punish him? Why the spineless government is still proving him guilty? There is no doubt about him being guilty, then for what reason he is being tried for days and days in the courtroom? He should be hanged till death without waiting for even for a second. I am really not able to understand what is stopping the lawyers and the judges to punish him? I am a layman when it comes to the knowledge of law and order, but one thing i know for sure is that Kasab has committed a heinous crime and that he should be punished.&lt;br /&gt;    Everything these days is making me irritated and frustrated. Hatred towards this country is pumping into my blood everyday. The Manglore pub incident, acts of Shiv Sena, the so called, self-appointed ‘Moral Police’, in Pune on valentine’s day, the lack of sensitivity of police towards this matter etc. are just making me sure about the imperfections and loopholes existing in this country.&lt;br /&gt;        A strong urge to leave this country as soon as possible is gripping me day-by-day. I do not know about the status of other countries like US or UK in these matters. May be they are even worse (which of course they are not), but surely i do not want to spend the rest of my life in India. I know that the reverse is happening these days, that Indians staying abroad are coming back to their homelands, but i think that, that is mainly due to professional reasons, but i wanna leave this country merely because of my mental reason which is just not ready to adapt to the situations existing here. I may be happy here as a professional but not as an individual who is not ready to succumb to the atrocities imposed on the common man.&lt;br /&gt;       These days i find flaws in every situation that comes my way. I do not know why is this happening but this feeling is getting deeper and deeper and as a result i am not keeping happy. God help me and make me ignorant. After all ‘Ignorance is Bliss’.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-6813185313271700801?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6813185313271700801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=6813185313271700801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/6813185313271700801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/6813185313271700801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2009/02/confusions-and-more-confusions.html' title='Confusions and more Confusions.'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-2061895019677032655</id><published>2009-01-21T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:35:49.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much to swallow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The  other day i was listing some reasons of being happy in such a tremulous environment and some reasons of being sad. To my surprise, i found none to be happy. I have this habit of jotting down reasons of being happy and sad as it de-stresses me at moments when i am really hassled from my life and myself. This exercise gives voice to my thoughts and gives a healing touch to my soul. I wanna share some reasons of being poignant with you also.&lt;br /&gt;Recession, Terrorism, Corruption, Poverty....and the list is endless..... I get really perturbed by all these things happening around me. I see people worried about their own lives and bank balances, but i am far from his mentality. I legitimately wanna see India as a peaceful country wherein there is no corruption, poverty and terrorism. Alas!!!! What a great thought na??? Let it be a thought only. This is a distant dream which is never gonna come true. I read in the newspaper that the world is becoming a happier and positive world to live in, suddenly the thought of IMPOSSIBLE is being transformed into I M POSSIBLE, how can it be when the youth is taking all the wrong paths to follow, majority of people live below poverty line, farmers do suicide, politicians are ruthless, i see slums just behind my college which educates thousands of people(only those who can pay handsomely). Day-by-day i am becoming more pessimistic and cynical. Every day i come across some or the other petty politics or corruption, how can i be optimistic in such a dastardly situation .&lt;br /&gt;Can you be???if you have any reasons to be happy then please tell me. May be that can be one of my also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-2061895019677032655?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/2061895019677032655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=2061895019677032655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/2061895019677032655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/2061895019677032655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2009/01/too-much-to-swallow.html' title='Too much to swallow'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-6034885414991394224</id><published>2008-11-22T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:38:27.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It happens only in India</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aah!!!another feather in the hat of this country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I read that as many as 43 billionaires and 53 people with criminal cases against them are in the fray in Chhattisgarh's second final phase of polling for 51 setas on Thursday(20th nov).This is mere a trailor of the big scenario prevailing in Indian politics.This is a major flaw in the political as well as the judicial system of India.The synonym of politics has now become corruption and more corruption.42 candidates have declared their assets of over Rs.1 crore.This is the reason why poverty is not being eradicated here, as most of the treasury and wealth is being deployed to these stinking politicians who have only one motto "Make as much money as we can, come whatever may". It is an irony that people ruling this country (most of them) are not even a graduate and have so many criminal cases against them, and one more thing-all of their wards(or relatives) are either Haward or Oxford educated.For a commom man it is so difficult to send his child abroad for studies but for these "corrupt to their brim" politicians,it is no big deal.Public ka itna paisa jo kha rahe hai itne salo se. Sometimes i also think of joining politics, atleast it will give me a free and easy pass to corruption. The gap between the poor and the rich is increasing day by day.A commom man is bearing the burden of increased fuel prices, basic commodities, vegetables etc. and here comes another set of people which comprise of politicians who do not even know the daily rates of 1Kg. tomatoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        Another news lined up-A state government has set aside Rs.55 crore for its Chief Minister's flying machine.Madamji now wants to travel non-stop across the country so that she would be able to return the same day from Kanyakumari to Kashmir or Lucknow.Her fleet has nearly a dozen aircraft, including 3 choppers.This is such a ridiculous situation for a country where a major chunk of the people do not even know the spelling of an aircraft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What a shit country we are living in.Don't you think so????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-6034885414991394224?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/6034885414991394224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=6034885414991394224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/6034885414991394224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/6034885414991394224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-happens-only-in-india.html' title='It happens only in India'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-6246200313891382439</id><published>2008-10-02T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T02:16:07.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you see????</title><content type='html'>Did you see movies like Wednesday,Mukhbir,Contract etc.???I think they are real in their concept but very unreal in their making.They all have one thing in common-"loyalty of one man to the system".First of all, i do not think there is even one man left untainted in this system.Even if there is,he won't work so doggedly for a purpose so sensitive and difficult.No person today is ready to die for any purpose  such as terrorism and corruption.I wish there comes up a common man(like that in Wednesday) and stirrs the entire system with his actions.But be pragmatic yaar!!!Do you think anything of such kind will happen anytime and that too in India where there is hardly any truthfulness and sincerity left.I do not think so.We all are so submerged in our own problems that nobody has the time to fight for such noble causes.Sometimes i feel that i am too one of those "coward" common man who is just a silent spectator of all the things and is only worried about her own petty problems of life.But what can i do anyhow??I do not have any choice rather than to be a silent spectator.i just cannot come out with preachings against corruption,poverty etc. and change the whole system.No,this is justnot possible.I feel like a failure sometimes.India is no longer left a country to sacrifice something for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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see????'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-5030571948434698441</id><published>2008-09-07T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:16:32.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Shame!!!!</title><content type='html'>Again, a frustrating experience of my life!!! As you all must have read one of my blogs "Lines Lines Lines", you must be aware of the disconsolating situation i had gone through in opening an account. Now, here is the case of the ATM card which had to come from Banglore through speed post, dispatched on 24th july, but as expected, not reached here yet. Again started the vicious circle of calling the customer care of SBI, visiting the branch, visiting the post office. Aah!! the post office-a filthy, stinking room(as expected in govt. organisations) with 6-7 employees, all above 60 yrs of age(don't know what is the retirement age, but they all seemed to be so), mingling with the posts in a haphazard way. They cannot even read the names and addresses(all written in english) properly.It depicts exactly what like a government ruled organisation looks and ofcourse should be. Being an upcoming software professional, i felt like developing an application for maintaining the records of all the posts, employees etc. and making the job easier.&lt;br /&gt; But what about its acceptance at such a place where they are happy working in such a foolish way and not wanting to adapt to any new changes. I remember one of our topics "Behavioural Feasibility" that we have to analize before start developing any application. People are just not flexible enough and donot want to change with the changing times."Ignorance is Bliss" is their main funda.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, everything should be privatised. Railways,Roads,Power,Courier Services,Education etc. The private organisations follow golden rules-"work and get paid","pay and get the service". After experiencing such a terrible condition of govt. organisations, i have come to this notion that each and everything should be given in private hands.&lt;br /&gt;It is the fear that drives men to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-5030571948434698441?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/5030571948434698441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=5030571948434698441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5030571948434698441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/5030571948434698441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-shame.html' title='What A Shame!!!!'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-1804268889402293338</id><published>2008-09-04T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:37:57.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>The arrest of 22 Mumbai Customs officials,the dismissal of encounter specialist and former head of the Crime Investigation Unit(CIU) of the Pune Police on account of alleged connection with the underworld,the suspension of two lawyers of the Delhi High Court who were related with the notorious BMW case, are all perfect and fine examples of how tainted out system is.There is no dearth of corrupt and selfish people all around the world.When i was a child,i did not realise that the world would be so dishonest and emotionless,but as i stepped out of my shell,i came to know that really it is a kalyug to live in.I feel even the higher authority officials who inspect there officials are meretricious to their brim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world today has undergone a metamorphosis becoming more and more unrealistic.I feel so insecure in this milieu,with whom to confide your emotions,whom to talk to,nobody has the time for anybody.I know that the more i move up in my life,the more of all this is going to come my way,but still i am not ready for it,the world has to become more ruthless and heartless to make me ready for it.Even if i want to change the system,i am left in solitude because nobody is ready to take the responsibility of other than his own's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The articles in the newspapers also show a contrasting nature.One article wrote that our world is becoming a happier place to live in,but other said that the suicides and depression rates have almost doubled in the past 10 years.I don't know what to believe in.Well,i am in the category of depressed people,depressed due to the corruption,depressed due to the dryness that is gripping the whole country,depressed due to the politics all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God only save this country and make it more humble and patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-1804268889402293338?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/1804268889402293338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=1804268889402293338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/1804268889402293338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/1804268889402293338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2008/09/metamorphosis.html' title='A Metamorphosis'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-4304039262231378091</id><published>2008-08-25T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T05:55:43.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Contrast!!!</title><content type='html'>India and China being the most populous countries of the world have shown a very contrasting nature in the olympics.China having 51 gold,21 silver and 28 bronze in its kitty and our so called great country,to be a superpower country,a developing country ended up with only 1 gold and 2 bronze medals.What a shame???No spory other than cricket is looked upon high and paid attention to,no boxers,no shooters,no swimmers etc. have any financial motivation or any sort of security nor even a moral boost up.When they win(on solely their own efforts),India goes ga-ga over it.Governments of different states nearly go mad from excitement like a small child gets when he receives a toffee.It must not be a great deal for China and USA,they must be used to of it.This scenario is very disconsolating for India.Cricket,cricket and only cricket!!!Well!!i don't watch cricket either but do feel bad about the plight of other sports.Because of the petty politics and other factors no youngster wants to take up any sport as a profession.Everyone is going for an MBA or a MCA or a doctorate.I remember an instance of my life-I was a good sportsperson in my school days.Once my mum didn't let me go for a national level basketball competition just because she didn't want me to indulge in any such profession and even take interest in.She always encouraged me for everything but  not at the cost of an engineering degree. This is what the mentality of majority of parents in India. Everyone wants a settled,early rewarding career for their wards.Everyday i saw a gold or a silver or a bronze medal being added to the medal tally of countries like China and USA.It feels really bad you know....&lt;br /&gt;Normally,the sports section of newapapers are only filled with news related to cricket and only cricket and somewhere at the lat page,in a corner you will find news about any other sport.Only cricketers earn so much.I am not targetting cricket(i hardly watch it),but just comparing the situation of it with other sports. Till now,China has won medals in 21 disciplines,does any of the Indian know even the "names" of 21 disciplines???With the closing ceremony of Beijing Olympics,China has emerged as a superpower in sports.AAH!!! India can only dream of it and rather not even dream because the minds of people are filled with only politics and not dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-4304039262231378091?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/4304039262231378091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=4304039262231378091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/4304039262231378091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/4304039262231378091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-contrast.html' title='What a Contrast!!!'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-1773561085252299219</id><published>2008-08-19T01:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T01:58:05.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India's Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;India is basically a poverty striken country.Its poverty is seen when i travel in trains and look at an entirely different aspect of it.Everyone must have seen the slums,the dirt and filth that is just left unelucidated at the backyards of railway stations.Who shall take care of all those people who don not know even their reason of existence?I don't know what makes Indians proud of thier country,I am not being pessimistic or sarcastic but realistic.Its so much different from what Gandhi thought it to be,no poverty,no corruption,equlity of status etc. etc.From what angle does India seems to be a country with growing GDPs',strong economy,appreciating rupee?Its population is not its strength but a curse for it.No resources,no government,no system is able to support its huge population.India gives birth to an Australia every year.Only a minority of the population is helpful to India and its growth.Majority of people have difficulty in making their both ends meet.What sort of a country we are living in,full of crime,full of poverty,full of slums(mumbai has Asia's biggest slum).Its an alarming state for India and the people who want to safeguard its dignity and integrity.Their is no stable political system,no strong educational system,no firm judicial system.I don't know why i am not able to see any gooad aspect of India even if i want to............. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-1773561085252299219?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/1773561085252299219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=1773561085252299219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/1773561085252299219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/1773561085252299219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2008/08/indias-reality.html' title='India&apos;s Reality'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-870169204526394657</id><published>2008-08-13T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T06:27:43.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money Hai to Sabkuch hai</title><content type='html'>I once heard that"Behind every human emotion there is an economic factor".Now i have started feeling the relevance of this sentence.Money is everything.People say that money doesn't buy happiness ,peace bla!! bla!! but it does buy the luxuries that makes you opulent and this opulence makes you happy.It depends upon person to person.Blatantly,a well-off person will say that money can't buy everything but only after he has earned a hell lot of it in his life but a peron of my age yearning for a job with good package will think the opposite.There is no such concept of a good career,an ambition etc,its only the money in the background that grabs the attention.No one will opt for a career that doesn't provide financial security but provides just the job satisfaction or fulfillment of an ambition.As it is written in Gita"karm karo,phal ki chinta mat karo" but how can one only work and work and not expect anything in return??and for me anything is only money.Everybody yearns for money,he churns himself day in and day out for what???I do agree that money is not everything but u know,as tine changes priorities change and the need for money is replaced by happiness,harmony etc.Initially its only the money that drives people to work.Frankly speaking,i am not studying just because i like to but only because it'll gimme my bread and butter.I see the power of money everywhere-in the malls,in murders ,in 5-star hotels,in getting your work done from somebody,in every crime that takes place.It only connotes that money is the supreme power!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-870169204526394657?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/870169204526394657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=870169204526394657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/870169204526394657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/870169204526394657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2008/08/money-hai-to-sabkuch-hai.html' title='Money Hai to Sabkuch hai'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-4621558812604718329</id><published>2008-08-10T04:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T05:12:37.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The Freshers!!!</title><content type='html'>Its again time for freshres having a blast with their first day in the college.Their flaunting of new dresses,so feisty,so agile,full of tashan!!!Its nice to see them like this but i feel that with so much independence,their should be a pinch of what you call as "ragging".In my opinion ragging is a must,well,i was ragged in my grads and consequently i also took ragging of my juniors.Of course it should not be torturous,but should make everyone feel at home with senoirs fostering the juniors,generate some respect and above all,it fills the concrete communication gap which if not filled at the time of ragging,remains forever.I am agast when i see the first yearrites do not know the name of even one of their seniors.This is an alarmimg state for the college and its culture.In my days of ragging we were supposed to know the names of all the senoirs,whichever course they belonged to.In the hostel also,we went through rigorous ragging collecting the names of all mams'(we had to call the male seniors as sir and female as mam),their native places and every minute details of them.We were very tolerant and had a healthy mindset in contrast to the present N-gen people.We did all this with full enthusiasm and zest.This exersice is a must as it maintains a culture,senior-junior relationship bolssoms and a decorum which is very necessary for students to grow in.Due to some anti-social people ragging has come into a bad light and is being tainted.The only thing is that it should not be beyond the limits.These freshers are in so much tashan that they don't even care about the age and seniority of anybody and specially the girls,i don't know what do they think of themselves??are they an aishwarya of a sushmita??&lt;br /&gt;I hate girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ragging is a must and should be adopted in every college with no interference from the management.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-4621558812604718329?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-3978960873344292439</id><published>2008-08-06T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T06:06:35.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Corrupt Country</title><content type='html'>Yesterday's news reported that the police is the most corrupt department of India and the next is judiciary.Corruption has swept in each person's blood these days.Every man from the junior to the top most rank is corrupt.I wonder how India is growing on such a fast pace and becoming a developed country despite so many loopholes and flaws?Is this the true meaning of democracy?&lt;br /&gt;Aah!! i dont wanna eschew the political system which is a carrier of dirt and filth,illeterate politicians ruling our country,for the common man,by the common man and with the common man.Literate but uneducated acamedicians taking care of our education system which is also queing up on the path of corruption.I don't deny the fact that making money is a bad thing,from whichever source it may be,but not at other's cost.On one hand India's GDP is growing,its revenues,its standard of living,but on the other hand there is either droughts or floods which are causing destruction and chaos,people are losing their lives,property,everything and these sucking politicians are busy filling their pockets.The present discussion should not be that who will be our next Prime Minister,but what good he/she will bring to our country.For a common man(who has only and only white money),it is so difficult to even provide adequate education to his child with his descent income.Is this the India we dreamt of and want to live in???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-3978960873344292439?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-531147016668562023</id><published>2008-08-02T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T05:49:26.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lines,lines lines</title><content type='html'>Everywhere there is a long queue like a never ending road which does not know its destination.Queues in front of ATM machines,banks,grocery shops,medical shops,reservation counters(althoug now a days there is online reservations but how many people in India do have access to the internet or are literate to do reservations online) and the list is endless.....&lt;br /&gt;Half of the time eithet the ATM machines are not working or they do not have cash to cater to poeple's demands.I will tell you a recent instance.I submitted an account opening form in SBI on 5th july,got the account number on 17th july and got the passbook on 28th july,although its only a 10mins procedure to open an account,deposit the money and get the passbook.The reasons....sometimes no electricity,printer not working,employee absent and bla!! bla!! bla!!Hamara pyara Hindustan...koi kaam yaha time pe nahi hota....Sari technology ki band baja rakhi hai,phir bhi 2020 tak ye ek superpower kehlayega..what an irony!!!!!I  think after 5-10 years we will ahve to pay for water and air at the cost of diesel and petrol..AAh!!! the after effect of globalisation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-531147016668562023?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/531147016668562023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=531147016668562023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/531147016668562023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/531147016668562023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2008/08/lineslines-lines.html' title='Lines,lines lines'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-9058694790210926823</id><published>2008-08-01T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T05:34:18.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is India Really becoming a Superpower??</title><content type='html'>It is deemed that till 2020 India will become a superpower,but is it really possible when India has 35% of world's total illerates??With the price hike in the basic amenities,average middle and lower middle class is having a tough time.The higher middle and the upper class have notlost even a hair from their heads.They have enough(black) money to sustain themselves in this era.Me as a student is feeling the heat as the rates of wada paos',coldrinks,autorikhshaws etc. has increased.Their is no uniformity of income in India.Poor is becoming poorer and the rich richer.The basic necessities of living are so costly that their crops up no point of saving anything.(khaoge kya aur bachaoge kya??)&lt;br /&gt;Specially for the N-gen people who are freshely recruited in some companies and do not possess ant parental or ancestral property nor their parents are politicians or businessmans(with money flowing like anything).All of us crave for money.I feel that money breeds money.Kaha se layen itna paisa ek naye business me invest karne ke liye taki aur paisa kamaya jaye,???and we do not have to depend on 30000/month salary that boils down to nothingness after 25 days.Its an irony that even if India is on its journey towards globalisation and being a superpower,but their has been little change in the standards of living of an average Indain with a reasonable salary.&lt;br /&gt;This is all so contrary to India becoming a superpower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-9058694790210926823?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/9058694790210926823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=9058694790210926823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/9058694790210926823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/9058694790210926823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-india-really-becoming-superpower.html' title='Is India Really becoming a Superpower??'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-2273634591872731607</id><published>2008-07-31T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:23:39.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About Me</title><content type='html'>hi friends!!!&lt;br /&gt;  I am Samvedna Sibbal pursuing MCA(2nd year) from Sinhgad Institute,Pune.&lt;br /&gt; This is my blog and please keep visiting it.&lt;br /&gt;i ll try to keep you sticked to my blogs through my writings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-2273634591872731607?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/2273634591872731607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=2273634591872731607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/2273634591872731607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/2273634591872731607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-me.html' title='About Me'/><author><name>samvedna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05960686809430566877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-07jLu7gGgS0/TY4rzudQ0kI/AAAAAAAAACM/vhiT04fjeSU/s220/100_22201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1761049269969475750.post-8377175157663701451</id><published>2008-07-31T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T06:14:10.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It'/><title type='text'>education system in india</title><content type='html'>It is the most pathetic system prevailing in India,full of flaws and chaos.When i was in my XII th class,i had high aims and enthusiasm to do something big in my life,but as i came in the grads,the first two semesters i studies hadr as we are just out of our school and are in a habit to screw the books and get screwed up by them,but it was of no avail.I was lingering between 60-63% only(which i was not used to).Slowly i came to the notion that it is neither the hard work nor the smart work but only luck that mattered.Even if you study a night before or for teh whole semester you ll get the same percentage.I tried all sorts of ways,cursive writing,bold writing,underlining the headings,even writing shit just to fill the sheets but nothing came to my rescue.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,i would elucidate the topic of reservations.Some of my acquintances got into IIT's just because of some sort of reservations they had in their kitty and now they are on the heights of their success and i am lingering in some mediocre management college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian education system pressurises just on percentage.If you are throughout an 80% wala then you are a bright student and have a bright future.The educationists ignore the fact that percentage does not depict a student's brilliance.So many of my friends just got 58-60%(in our 2nt sem if MCA),but they are one of the most brilliant and smart persons as compared to the 80% walas.This is all so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;The syllabus is just not maiking us industry oriented,they are so stereo typed in their approach.&lt;br /&gt;I have become very disconsolate about our education system and wonder when it ll change for the betterment of the students like us..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1761049269969475750-8377175157663701451?l=samvednasibbal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samvednasibbal.blogspot.com/feeds/8377175157663701451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1761049269969475750&amp;postID=8377175157663701451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1761049269969475750/posts/default/8377175157663701451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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